<?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-7763923</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:35:36.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S t arion --*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109937151645151427</id><published>2004-11-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:58:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo. I made ten bucks todae. Did I say that I was working. Haix. Anyways yar. Gotta make my new blog on Tuesday. I got my make up. Ladida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the lavender eyeliner extra. No. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109937151645151427?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937151645151427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109937151645151427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937151645151427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937151645151427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/11/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109937004005827755</id><published>2004-11-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:34:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh. I have moved to &lt;a href="http://illuminati-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://illuminati-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I have set it up yet. I am. Now. Whateverr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109937004005827755?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937004005827755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109937004005827755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937004005827755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937004005827755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/11/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109937175385781025</id><published>2004-11-01T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T13:02:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um. This is damn extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109937175385781025?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937175385781025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109937175385781025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937175385781025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937175385781025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/11/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109937127039772030</id><published>2004-10-31T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:54:30.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I havent blogged about Saturday. Thats cos its gonna be in my &lt;strong&gt;new &lt;/strong&gt;blog. Check my latest entries for the address. Uh. Yeah. I need to email Ms Sia. I wish she din call Mum. Argh. Am sad. As usual. Joanna hope you explain yourself kaes. As in the reply-reply. Whateverr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dont you feel anything. At all. Urgh. Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109937127039772030?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937127039772030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109937127039772030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937127039772030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937127039772030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-know-i-havent-blogged-about-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109937068721093122</id><published>2004-10-30T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:44:47.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erms. Hello Joanna. Thanks for that email. If you want me to keep it in denn I am so sorry. I carn do that. Its beyond me. Know what I mean yeah. So yupps. Budden dun worry I aint gonna talk about the contents. So yarh. But I think you should think more carefully about what you are doing and how its affecting other people. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I have been grounded for getting low grades. So. I am in no mood to talk about this. Neither would I have been in any other situation. I read your explanation for the daoing thing. Um. I could have well. Giggled. I mean. Okae its lyke do you ever dao anyone for &lt;strong&gt;those &lt;/strong&gt;reasons -ahem ahem- Budden nevermind I guess. Argh whateverr. This is &lt;strong&gt;totally &lt;/strong&gt;out of point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109937068721093122?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109937068721093122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109937068721093122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937068721093122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109937068721093122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/erms.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109901694336200383</id><published>2004-10-29T09:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:29:03.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate fighting. I shall never fight again. Ever. With the exception of me being daoed by you guys =( now all is peace. Yar. So if you guys just stop and everyone is &lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;then we can be in the togetherness that we were all meant to be. Sort of. Yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spent two bloody hours listening to the ceremony. The prize giving ceremony. Damn boring prize giving ceremony. Principal goes -mumble mumble- andand its lyke we can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lor. Hm. Tai went to confiscate the Lime magazine. Argh whateverr that stupid teapot. Go ask us to write note. Yuckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Congrats to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yulin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chan Yi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Sarah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Davina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thats for receiving prizes yeah. Yupp. Oh. Which reminds me. Pls can everyone &lt;strong&gt;and I mean everyone &lt;/strong&gt;quit fighting and lets all be at peace. Yayness. Yar. Do you want to live in this sorta awful atmosphere. Its lyke we dun want enmity among the class. Or tension. So. Stop. Yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ladida. I carn wait for tomorrow le. So these are the guests hokaes. They are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Melly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Claire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ying Ming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yulin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tiffany &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yue Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Saturday night. Halloween party cum Mummy burfdae. Leave any time you want. Those who staying for sleepover leave next morning lor. Whee. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Chan Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; says that she &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sorry but gotta practice her long abandoned piano. She say neverr practise properly the whole week -sighs- SORRY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yar. Thats what she said. Basically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My blog entry is wayy colourful. Ahh. So &lt;strong&gt;out of point&lt;/strong&gt; de. Yar. Anyway. Back to point. Ok. Both sides have a bit of problem lar. Um. Before I start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;everyone is not to take offence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yupps. So. Ying Ming and Sufen. Stop calling Sarah and Joanna all sorts of vulgar stuff. Cos I can vouch for them that they are definitely not guy despos and that they are not slutty at all. You see smth. If they are slutty then as Joa said on her blog nearly every 111 person is slutty. Look around you. Sufen and Ying Ming. Do you see their pulled down socks. Their folded skirts. Everyone. Or almost everyone. But still alot of people. Yupps. So. Shut it. You guys. Sarah and Joanna. There is no need to even &lt;strong&gt;respond &lt;/strong&gt;if you know what people are saying is false. Just ignore denn okae le marh. Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People who are coming Saturday night please try to dress up in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;scary as possible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Halloween costumes hokaes. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109901694336200383?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109901694336200383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109901694336200383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109901694336200383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109901694336200383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hate-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109893598257877981</id><published>2004-10-28T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:28:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HaPpy Burfdae to MELLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HaPpy Burfdae to JOANNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HaPpy Burfdae to YULIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haix. So yeahhs. I suppose anyone can tell that I already forgave them. They did me too. Yar. I only want &lt;strong&gt;peace &lt;/strong&gt;to tell the truth. This will be the first and last time that I am gonna &lt;strong&gt;dao &lt;/strong&gt;anyone le. Thats it. If you object then oh well. Sarah and Joanna err. Maybe we can lyke talk it out or smth. Cos they have reasons too. Gotta stand in other peoples shoes sometimes too I guess. Yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we made up just now. We exchanged &lt;strong&gt;apologies &lt;/strong&gt;and now one whole weight is lifted off my mind. Whew. Now we all peaceful and most importantly we are happy. More than happy for me. Hyper. Yayness. And oh yar -glares at Claire- I now have a bloody scalp and -ahem- skirt cos of the nice way in which you &lt;strong&gt;sprayed &lt;/strong&gt;me. Thanks. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listen up people. We may dao each other but it doesnt mean we would have stopped being friends right. So. You guys are &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; invited. Hee. Well of course. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;night should be &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Mega fun. Haix. Momma makes the house look lyke the &lt;strong&gt;haunted mansion &lt;/strong&gt;lor. Whee. Cobwebs and witches. Skeletons and ghosts. Spiders and blood. Sounds gory enough as it is. Yeah mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you guys gonna talk it out with each other &lt;strong&gt;or not&lt;/strong&gt;. Argh. Sad. One last thing. I think we should just simply totally give up this &lt;strong&gt;fighting &lt;/strong&gt;thing. One. I realise it aint fun to fight. Two. When you are at peace things are so much nicer and you dun have this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fvcking weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hanging on your mind. Yar. Three. Do you really want to lose at least two or three friends. I dun want that. Four. I get insomnia if I fight. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Make up your mind. And stop daoing me can. Err. Whatever. If you are lar. If I was just &lt;strong&gt;imagining &lt;/strong&gt;then dun go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and lets just smooth it out or smth. Or just ignore. Haix. No more &lt;strong&gt;trouble &lt;/strong&gt;plsplspls. Yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bounce. Melly. I hope you lyke your Hoobastank CD kaes. I wasnt even sure you had it yet but I just bought it. Haha. With some &lt;strong&gt;queries &lt;/strong&gt;from Claire. Of course I needed help right. Ahh. Whatever. Sound lame. I carn wait for &lt;strong&gt;Saturday night&lt;/strong&gt;. Shall streak my hair. I think Yue Er is right. I &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;silver dye. That sounds so &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt;. Whateverr. Joanna. Hope you lyke your personalised mug and your little doggie hokaes. Yulin. Love Chickie ever kaes. And hope you lyke your new Elle pencilcase. Do you lyke &lt;strong&gt;Elle Studio&lt;/strong&gt;. Haix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109893598257877981?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109893598257877981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109893598257877981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109893598257877981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109893598257877981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-burfdae-to-melly-happy-burfdae.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109884777577893206</id><published>2004-10-27T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T11:29:35.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-takes a &lt;strong&gt;deep &lt;/strong&gt;breath- To let out all the steam. The steam that has been retained for eons &lt;strong&gt;spelt correctly&lt;/strong&gt; and anon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came to a conclusion that&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;pigs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; take things way too serious man. Yupp. They think that games that are so fifth grade are lyke what. &lt;strong&gt;Absolutely fun&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah right. Look around you. Do you see us playing them. But that is totally beside the point. Big time. What I am trying to say is that you dun seem to understand. You call that &lt;strong&gt;important&lt;/strong&gt;. You call that &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt;. I call it &lt;strong&gt;unimportant&lt;/strong&gt;. I call it &lt;strong&gt;minor&lt;/strong&gt;. So totally minor. Does it make the single fvcking diff whether or not we are there to play or not. We can choose our own path in life. Can we not. Get that straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andand whats more. Where &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;choose to go. Thats an issue. Is it any of &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;business. Tell me the answer in my face and I will throw what &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;think back at &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. You want that yeahhs. Come for that then. And keep it brave. And uh. Please use your brain lar. We only disappeared for lyke what. One hour. &lt;em&gt;Do you have any idea how long it takes to get to Orchard. &lt;/em&gt;Yar. As you say. It takes half an hour. My dear girl. Use the basic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;common sense&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;or get the &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; out of my way. Yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I have been way too soft with piggies. Isnt it. I always apologise. Sometimes it wasnt even me. I call that &lt;strong&gt;suppressed&lt;/strong&gt; and good for you aint it. Oh man. Learn the life. Get it. Have it. And stop bothering about things you arent meant to know. As Aslan says. Remember this ever. That &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;curiosity kills the cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It already has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109884777577893206?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109884777577893206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109884777577893206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109884777577893206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109884777577893206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/takes-deep-breath-to-let-out-all-steam.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109875727582806125</id><published>2004-10-26T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:38:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. Nice day. Practically doing &lt;strong&gt;absolutely &lt;/strong&gt;nothing. At all. Yar. So the class had this totally funny game which resembles &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Soursop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; alot. They have to dunk their heads in flour and get gummies. Only we had to get pieces of soursop. That is totally yuckks mann. Haix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I made poor driver come all the way to gimme my PE uniform and stuff. Hm. Today is gonna be &lt;strong&gt;such &lt;/strong&gt;a long day. So. Here you go. My timetable. After recess got more &lt;strong&gt;games&lt;/strong&gt;. I think. Then after that gtg for &lt;strong&gt;rehearsals &lt;/strong&gt;and at 5 can go home le. Yayness. Budden at 7 I gtg to neighbour there. Swim. Yar. Tiffany and Ryan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;that guy in the nerd glasses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pathetic. Yar. Think of a better life. That is so totally easy. Big time. The tag that Joanna put strongly reminds me of yesterday. I &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;violent dances. Yar. So we were supposed to swing arms and what other crap. I decided to be &lt;strong&gt;rebellious &lt;/strong&gt;and I pushed Joanna. And I poked her. Andandand. Yar. Loads of stuff. Joanna must be hurting really bad. Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The big eyed teacher was a funny pok. He had eyes big as bronze discs from China. Haix. And he looks sho sissy. Not gay. Sissy. Yupp. And he was lyke waggling around and Sarah was lyke &lt;strong&gt;roflmao &lt;/strong&gt;yarh. Whee. I swear to restrict playing of &lt;strong&gt;Hangman &lt;/strong&gt;to only once a month. You know &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;rule. Oh well. Never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melly writes long entries. I want the Nokia 6230 too. Except my Nokia 3100 quite good -patpat- So yar. Shall not waste cash. Cold hard cash. Yupp. Lalala. That was &lt;strong&gt;random &lt;/strong&gt;too. Hm. So we had to listen to Rachel for eons &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if that is how you spell it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Denn after that &lt;strong&gt;which is now &lt;/strong&gt;play truant run up here to com lab lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lame. Budden that explains what Sarah is talking about. Oh well. Any suggestions for topic -looks around eagerly- Whee. Yar okae. Just came back from&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at any rate. &lt;strong&gt;That &lt;/strong&gt;bitchy shopkeeper thought that we were shoplifters and denn suddenly go tell us put bags outside. Lyke &lt;strong&gt;wth man fvck &lt;/strong&gt;you. Err okae nevermind -looks sheepish- Met Joanna Chng and Morfie there. JC was wearing this really modern suit of clothes. Haix. Denn rite all the guys turn heads le and look at &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; manns. Lolx. The person below can either be &lt;strong&gt;Joanne &lt;/strong&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;Joanna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Joann*&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109875727582806125?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109875727582806125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109875727582806125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109875727582806125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109875727582806125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/haha_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109868587119673595</id><published>2004-10-25T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T10:25:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uhh. Should I say that Malay culture is boring. No. Cos its not. Just that its abit weird. Teachers are funny though. Mr &lt;strong&gt;SAG&lt;/strong&gt; was fun. As in he said crossing fingers. Lyke interlocking liddat. Yar. Its supposed to mean &lt;strong&gt;I so do not lyke you&lt;/strong&gt; -points fingers at everyone- Haix. And crossed arms means &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; or smth. Arhh. Carn rmbr le. Oh well. The dance was mega hega whateverr &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean hello. We sway lyke siao lorhhs. Oh ya. This bimbotic dancer was showing off to the prince and they were arranging some lame meeting. Some lame &lt;strong&gt;secret &lt;/strong&gt;meeting. How dumb. Yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okae so. Those who are invited Saturday night please tell me by &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. So far those who can are &lt;strong&gt;Joanna Yulin Joanne Pamela Patricia Tiffany Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;. Yupp. How is that eh. Whee. We had that stupid talk on who gets into IP and promotion to Sec 2 etc crap just now. Am feeling sick. But better than just now. Hello I was &lt;strong&gt;nauseous&lt;/strong&gt;. Interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109868587119673595?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109868587119673595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109868587119673595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109868587119673595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109868587119673595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109868512723459051</id><published>2004-10-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T14:18:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh. Yar. Spent another entire day looking around. Window shopping at the mall. Yupp. This is &lt;strong&gt;officially &lt;/strong&gt;my first Sunday in Singapore after the exams. Hahaha k. So Thursday is Melly Joa and Yulin burfdae. So I decided what to get. Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall not say here. Well. Duh. I got these really nice burfdae cards. So I hope you guys will lyke them. And the prezzies. Of course. Mummy bought another &lt;strong&gt;twenty four&lt;/strong&gt; pumpkin candles. Jesus Christ. Holy smoke. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh. Should I give them their presents. Tomorrow. Tuesday. What. Err. Yar. Cos I got all three le. Ahh. What should I do. &lt;strong&gt;Screwed &lt;/strong&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109868512723459051?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109868512723459051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109868512723459051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109868512723459051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109868512723459051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109867128419102369</id><published>2004-10-23T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:28:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah. Quite fun. Went to Paragon again. I think Mummy wants to buy the decoration for &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; day &lt;strong&gt;asap&lt;/strong&gt;. Think we need another bout of stuff. Erm. Yar. Pumpkins. Capes. Masks. Webs. Haix. Yupp. I am aware Singapore doesnt celebrate Halloween. But yar. Lets be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi Ying Ming. Whats up kid. And if there is anything bothering you just tell me. Haha I dun mind at all. Just find it. Funny. Yupp. Uh. Nice comments. Thanks all. Hi bro =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109867128419102369?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109867128419102369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109867128419102369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109867128419102369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109867128419102369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109842489401711618</id><published>2004-10-22T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:01:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err. Talk about good playing. And sportsmanship some more. We just finished our captains ball tournament. And I wun say that it went very well. Yupp. Budden if we put in our best den I think its quite good and thats sort of a victory in itself. So. Yar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claire. Lets &lt;strong&gt;relax &lt;/strong&gt;about that thing. I was beginning to think that bickering about &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;is lyke chao lame. And I started it. Or did I. Urgh. Whatever. Anyways -bops self- Yar. Whee. Cheer up you did damn well okae. Jia you kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need inspiration. Making a new email account. Dunno why got smth wrong with my old one. So I dun want le. Haix. Man. Dead tired. Sweaty. Sticky. Yuckk lor. And Joanna -glares- How dare you be sick today. Hahas joking. Um. Get well &lt;strong&gt;soon &lt;/strong&gt;and I mean tmr alright. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JIA YOU CHAR NEPHEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. Char got Best Team Manager. Well. Of course lor. She is the really dedicated kind. Etc. Yupp. Congratulations. You rockk. Haix. What email should I put. Scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109842489401711618?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109842489401711618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109842489401711618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109842489401711618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109842489401711618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/err.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109841477292100380</id><published>2004-10-21T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T11:12:52.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lol. That spammer makes me wanna laugh. I never said I wanted to cheerlead. Just to watch. Yupp. Did I phrase wrongly again. Oh hell. Yar. I am selfish. How fun. Whee. Oh Mummy got me this really nice Roxy bag. Black and pink. So yupp. Thanks Mummy -grins- Whee =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear that today rockked lyke anything. Ha. So erms. We had that stupid &lt;strong&gt;cross country &lt;/strong&gt;and me and Joanna din wanna run. We walked. Slowly. Therefore we got places 334 and 335. Yupp. And Ms Ow was pissed with us. And I dun care. Well. Who does lor. And Sarah -grins- You. One moment I saw her jumping over the chain. Next. I saw Sarah fly. Then. I heard a thud. In the end. Sarah sprawled on the ground. Omg. Yar. Anyways now she has four really bad scrapes. Hm. Take care of yourself. Okie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I totally love Fuji Ice Palace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yar. Sarah Joa and I went there for lyke. Almost four hours. And I was nearly unsuccessfully teaching them how to skate. Hm. So we were lyke holding on really tight to each other and skating. I did some evaluation on you guys. So. Here. The verdict. Sarah improved by 120% and now she doesnt skate forwards anymore. Good. Joanna mastered skating already. Just be more confident. And learn to dodge. Yupp. Now for the &lt;strong&gt;highlight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This geeky guy called Terry. He kept on looking at Sarah. We noticed. Therefore Joa and I decided to ask him if he was interested in her. But we got tongue tied. So we followed him and his bunch of frens around. And it looked lyke we were despo or smth. Unintended -glares- So we finally stopped this weird guy. And we asked him the magic question. He nodded so we tried giving the magic number. But they were pathetic manns. No hp. So they gave Terry de. And so on and so forth. Was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109841477292100380?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109841477292100380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109841477292100380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109841477292100380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109841477292100380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109824028929490575</id><published>2004-10-20T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:25:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooh. Just got Literature back. And back to Ow again. Ms Sharon Ow. Yupp. I got lyke. 76% for the first two scripts. Then after that go downhill le. First 64% denn 52% lor. Yuckks. So horrible de until can die liddat lor. For those two marks only though. Hahas yeahhs but it still brought down my grand total. Lyke now its 67 out of what. 100. Yupp. Eeyer. I hate it. But its reality. Face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. My cousin almost returned my dark blue Billabong bag after I told her it looks practically the same as the one Yue Er has. Thing is. You know how paiseh it is to have the same bag. What shall I do with it. I mean okae. Its not totally the same. But still. Yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About the ice skating thing. Melly and Claire. And Yue Er. Melly said she carn go cos of Third Language. And Claire and Yue Er. They got this damn lame excuse about gotta carry jeans. And before that smth. Some shit. About how they will be sweaty and whateverr. I mean come on baby. Thats really lame lor. But nevermind. Not lyke I care. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually small group not so bad de lar. Hm. Tomorrow is the cross country. And today is the one for TCHS. Cedric keeps on telling me what he is doing. Lolx. Oh and I pretended to be Joa and spoke to her mommy. Funny. Am I convincing. No. Whateverr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See ya chick =) Hahas k. Oh and Mdm Mak said for IP Sabbaticals there is cheerleading. Woo. What if what if what if its back to those old days. Yayness. Okae so yar. Nothing much happen. Oh. I got 60 for average of all subject marks. Phew. Eligible for IP le right. Yupp. Hm. Nek called Joanna. Still dunno who she is. Hahas k go on being blurhead. Raffles Rugger. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109824028929490575?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109824028929490575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109824028929490575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109824028929490575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109824028929490575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109815474383652251</id><published>2004-10-19T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T14:12:34.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. Geog really and totally &lt;strong&gt;suckked&lt;/strong&gt;. Big time. I swear to kill myself. Now. Soon. Whatever. Yupp. And Ms Sia was lyke chiding me about why I used correction tape =) Hahas. Was being defiant lor. Cannot meh. Humph. Okae so yarhs. What to do. Science paper coming later on. Damn. Sure die. Or what. Eek. Dun curse meself yet. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is so serene. I think Melly Claire they okae le. Yayness. To the point. &lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;. Yupp. Whee. Joa has a nice new blogskin. Jia you. Oh. Sarah -pokes- Me waiting for your creations hokae (: Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err. Might as well put the Fuji details here. As I now call it. Yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fuji Ice Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21 October 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;After cross country run to whatever time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bring at least $15 and your EZ-link card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Have sense: Wear jeans and a blouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do not freeze. Thank you for your cooperation. Whee. Just had that stupid practice. Nearly died. Rolled over twice. Eek. Coachie would not be happy if he knew about that. Ha k now what. Bloody fvcking Science. Blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109815474383652251?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109815474383652251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109815474383652251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109815474383652251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109815474383652251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109806692401563674</id><published>2004-10-18T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T14:03:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. Sarah. Shall form my new mission. &lt;strong&gt;Kill you.&lt;/strong&gt; Yupp. Lets hope that thing doesnt tarnish me for who I am. Hahas k. English suckks. I got what. 44.5 out of 60. How more shitty can it get lor. Eep. And its lyke. Overall I got 70 only. Thats lyke A2. How much worse can life stink. Shiver me timbers manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw him&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the way to school. Yay. Okae dun get any ideas. Just this gd fren larhs. Whee. I lurv3 school. Never do anything. Just slackk. Yayness. Hey Sarah. This blog music you got rockks. Woo. Okae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chinese. Eep. Let us honorably wait for doomsday. Oh. What shit is that. Bah. Lame pok. Me. Feeling extra goony. Shall type some shit. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Favourite Artistes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Usher&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Black Eyed Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talk about goony. Bring Me To Life rockks. Hehehe. Yar. So I just updated my old blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109806692401563674?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109806692401563674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109806692401563674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806692401563674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806692401563674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109806643545185728</id><published>2004-10-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:37:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arhh. Spent the whole day being chao lame. And yupp. Was just being couch potato. Watching My Fair Princess for damn long time. Denn I realised The Bourne Identity was on HBO. So I went to watch. Then I felt goony. So I watched Tom &amp;amp; Jerry Show. Lyke &lt;strong&gt;omg&lt;/strong&gt; that is &lt;strong&gt;chao &lt;/strong&gt;kindergarten. Eep. Thou art regrets the actions of thy. Eeyer sounds too cheesy le. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mummy spilt sticky lemonade on the cushion. Whoa. Good luck to the poor cleaner ehhx. Ha. Sigh gotta go home soon. Bah. Still right. I lyke home. Home sweet home. K fine which. Eep. This is lame. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing to blog about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bah. Who are you. And stop spamming Gigg. Hm. Sarah. What was that entry all about. Sho weird de. Shall conker you. Hehex -bangs Sarah on head- Ooh. I shall put more dedications. Not done yet =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chan Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hehehe &lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt; darhleenk. K so um yeah. I guess you did disappoint me a bit. But I think this friendship is more important than trivial stuff liddat. So yupp -huggs- Thanks CY. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know very well that our meeting at Tiffany was not ideal. So yar. Stop &lt;strong&gt;bantering&lt;/strong&gt; about that shit that * ** **** **. Or I shall really do what I threatened three weeks earlier. There. And stop telling people about the fork incident. I do not lyke 16 year old guys. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Sarah. This Peter is not &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;Peter. Yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109806643545185728?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109806643545185728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109806643545185728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806643545185728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806643545185728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/arhh_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109806544528751476</id><published>2004-10-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:10:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is the best. Hunks on the beach. Being pelted with flowers lyke those Hawaiian girls. Exactly what I suffer now. Bintan rockks in one sense. But it has this big problem. The guys. Yupp. One of them was lyke floating around in the sea. And was in my way. So I tried to make him go away. Din turn out well. He started blinking and coming over and reminded me so much of Sylvester that I instinctively ran away. Mmhmm. Embarrassing. Big time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it was at night. Right. K fine. Seven. But it was dark all the same. Yuckk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109806544528751476?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109806544528751476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109806544528751476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806544528751476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109806544528751476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/which-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109781244862203495</id><published>2004-10-15T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:54:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha. So fun. Met Claire on the way up. So both of us din know where we were supposed to go for the fvcking rehearsal. Andandand we traversed the whole school lorhhs. Oh man. That rockked. Climb up down everywhere. Whee. Yupp. Great chance to talk. And so we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And Nek smsed me this msg. That went lyke. Heard you found a *** **. Err. Whotheshit told him that -glares- Shall kill you. So yar. Later Sarah Joa and I are gonna go to Heeren and Nek says he might wanna meet us there. Hm. He said Chris is coming. Its ok with me. Just that it will be damn awkward but hell. Bye bye kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rehearsal &lt;strong&gt;suckked&lt;/strong&gt;. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109781244862203495?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109781244862203495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109781244862203495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109781244862203495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109781244862203495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109781151016005456</id><published>2004-10-14T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:47:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Arhh. So fun de. Spent the whole day watching Huan Zhu Ge Ge. Yupp. And reading the works of Dan Brown. Oh man. Thanks Mum for buying me the stuff k. Whee. Oh and she banned me from doing work. Yayness. Otherwise I be scolded. Ha. Sounds weird but its good. She said dun spoil eyes what. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and I decided to make dedication msges to my best frens. Or good frens. Yupp. Or other kinds. Like ex. Yupp. Okay here goes pals. Uh huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyyx girl. Haha thanks for being there all these years yarh. And helping me when I needed it. Great to have someone I can confide in I guess. Yupp. Thank you -huggs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Melly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um. Okay. Hello. Things get better I suppose. We just need more time. And stuff. Yupp. Just gotta build on it slowly though. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ha. You. You gave the most and the least trouble to me. Yupp. Sounds totally conflicting. But yarh. Its the truth. And somehow I find that you really have this ability. This gift to get to people. Lyke talk to them. And make them feel better. Mmhmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yoohoo kid. Nothing much lar. Just that I lyke Ruby alot. Haha thats lame. As chio as owner ehh. Whee. Thanks for being there. Hm. Love ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O.o You really shudnt have done that. Now its only me. Which is so awkward. Thanks so much. Hee. Okae so yar. You have been great too k. Dun forget that. Love you too -huggs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyy daughter. Yupp. Eccentric mommy here again. Haha. And you Oo I am sitting opposite you and you dare to watch that *** scene in front of me from Pearl Harbour. I guess you want this -punches stomach- Haha kidding. Dear daughter forever. Lolx =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bloody hell. The problem you given me is more than I can take. So yar. Hope you can find your own now. Its fine with me. I guess we can still be normal frens tho. Yupp. Ok wait. Did you even agree to that. Ack. Nevermind =)) Thanks for being so helpful though. Yeah dun get so mushed next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lolx. Dun be des k. Haha. And I am sure you can find another one okae. You just gotta work harder. And sorry for just chucking you lyke that. Sorry for making the world crash. Ha. Shud I cleanse my conscience =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109781151016005456?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109781151016005456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109781151016005456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109781151016005456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109781151016005456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/arhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109763829448634441</id><published>2004-10-13T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:41:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just had Math. Yuckk. It sucks. Yar. But looking on the bright side of life its the end of the EOY exam. I can rest. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This looks lyke my shortest entry. Ever. Lets leave it lyke that or it wun be anymore. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109763829448634441?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109763829448634441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109763829448634441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109763829448634441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109763829448634441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-had-math.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109763816250383734</id><published>2004-10-12T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:49:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bah. I wanna &lt;strong&gt;KNOCK &lt;/strong&gt;you down. Okay. So the Science test was grosse. WHAT THE SHIT is the alimentary canal question about. Argh. And yeah. I read &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;mail. Not nice -shakes head- Tsk. Haha. So Mummy bought this Big Foot reflexology machine. And Malu was lyke "I love my bf! He massages my feet everyday. He kisses them!" Right. Wonderful. I suppose you know bf is Big Foot right. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err. Yeah. Claire I do admit I am still hurt although I already forgave you. But I just read your blog entry. And I think your words make full sense. As in we should give each other time to build up. Yar. The skate thing should help. I feel free on the ice. Unrestrained. Hope it will have the same effects on you. Yupp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109763816250383734?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109763816250383734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109763816250383734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109763816250383734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109763816250383734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109746491724216806</id><published>2004-10-11T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:21:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ack. I feel lyke an American Idiot. Ha. The Geography exam kinda rockked a little. As in. Lots of the O Level questions came out you know. Oh man. Rockked. Yupp. But the CA2 marks did not. So did not. EOY marks please make up for them. Thank you -looks at the heavens-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shall not tell Mum. Never on my dead body. And hope she never finds out. And I want A1 for my EOY. I need that for IP. I think. Argh. I should have slacked less and studied more. Godamnit. Ugh. Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. A thing of long ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to murder Olivia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109746491724216806?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109746491724216806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109746491724216806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746491724216806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746491724216806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/ack.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109746471854091358</id><published>2004-10-10T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:42:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lovely. I love it. Mum said she is gonna celebrate her birthday. Woo. And I get to invite six precious people. Haha that sounds so les. K correction: Six gd friends or whatever. Yupp. Decided on the fateful ones le. &lt;strong&gt;Jo Rah Joa Melly Claire Yulin&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh man this will totally rockk. Sho fun de. Oh and smth else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;FUJI ICE SKATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Jurong Town Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1000 HRS to 1700 HRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Please bring EZ Link Card and $10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Attention all those who have been invited. Melly Claire Sarah Joa Yue Er Yulin &amp;amp; Me. Hahaha. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109746471854091358?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109746471854091358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109746471854091358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746471854091358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746471854091358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109746432587436694</id><published>2004-10-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:12:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish to comment on my poor time management -takes a deep breath- &lt;strong&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tell you if I had just written a bit faster I could have finished the bloody Confucius question. Argh. I hate you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was random. Totally. Feeling just as random-nated myself. Lazing around. SMSing. Eating. Shrug. Is this life comparable to March. Eat. Sleep. Run. What a pathetic human being I am. I want to &lt;strong&gt;go out &lt;/strong&gt;and see the world right now. Problem is the exams are around so I am not &lt;strong&gt;allowed&lt;/strong&gt;. Lyke this is so frustrating. Urgh. What is your problem. Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My Fair Princess 3 opens tomorrow on Channel 8 at 2000 HRS. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109746432587436694?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109746432587436694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109746432587436694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746432587436694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109746432587436694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wish-to-comment-on-my-poor-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109720389515930658</id><published>2004-10-08T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:51:35.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moohahaha. The History exam was quite okae what. I mean the stuff they tested was what I had already studied. Yayness. And I managed to answer all heavy weight questions. The four mark ones. Well. Left out two but &lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;. I am happy thats what. And lucky I never blow up yesterday or its all over. They will never forgive me and my colourful language. Eep. Should control my temper. I was clenching my fists too hard yesterday though. Nail marks in my palm. Eeyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109720389515930658?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109720389515930658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109720389515930658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109720389515930658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109720389515930658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/moohahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109720365212817442</id><published>2004-10-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:47:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fwah. Was an okay day. The Literature exam was fairly simple I thought. Yeahhs mann. But the thing after that totally pissed me off. I mean how come they can think so weird. Urgh. And how can anyone think that ***** was after me for that thing. I mean hello what sort of crap theory is that but the past is the past and I have no wish to instigate anger in anyone le. As in if we just make up life will be so much easier. We wun be lyke quarrelling or anything anymore. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And whatthehell. TCHS RI and RGS just start exams tomorrow and NYGH start so early de. I mean lyke ahhh!!! Butbut looking on the bright side yeahhs. We have &lt;strong&gt;MORE &lt;/strong&gt;time to play and be stupid. Yayness. And what if I tell them a fib. Wun it be fun. Can stop bickering le. Yayness again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109720365212817442?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109720365212817442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109720365212817442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109720365212817442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109720365212817442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/fwah.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109703083476612752</id><published>2004-10-06T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:47:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still pissed off. Told Claire about ice skating stuff le. Oh and thanxalot Melly for helping me change the password. I still feel totally mad at the hacker. As in lyke. You pose as me on MSN for what. And do you know how stupid the way you talk is. Huh. Do you. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Probably why I dun trust some of you. As in the hacker and that kind of people. You know how stupid it is. So lame. So boliao. Get a life man. Come &lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt; lorhhs. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh yarh. Sarah Joanna Claire Melly. ER&lt;strong&gt; wants your opinions&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109703083476612752?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109703083476612752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109703083476612752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109703083476612752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109703083476612752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/still-pissed-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109703053126918442</id><published>2004-10-05T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:33:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bloody brilliant. Some shitass hacked into my account. And this shitass is from my class. I dun believe it. But ER helped me with his super hacking program and well. I got the stuff I wanted alright. Oh and it appears that three are perverts in our class. Wonder who. Dark stuff. Eeks. And uh. This person who hacked into my account is the same person who tagged on my blog and pretended not to know Melly. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;so much. I mean hello. Its a damn lame thing to do lorhhs. Why does anyone even care to look into other peoples private lives. What if the email inbox had confidential stuff. Can you spare a &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; for how other people lyke feel. Urgh. Better repent or fvckthehelloff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Lit exam was hokae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109703053126918442?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109703053126918442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109703053126918442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109703053126918442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109703053126918442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/bloody-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109685921371223307</id><published>2004-10-04T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:06:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Chinese paper was freaking easy. With one problem. I din write the last sentence. I DID SO WANNA WRITE IT. But anyways HQY said it din matter actually. At most minus one mark only. Waha. Am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarah from 112 was amusing. Her handphone went off and HQY was lyke whatthehell. And we were all laughing. Whee. So hyper. And I got 78.4 for Geog CA. I love myself. 65 for English. How could I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109685921371223307?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109685921371223307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109685921371223307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685921371223307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685921371223307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/chinese-paper-was-freaking-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109685905541125583</id><published>2004-10-03T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:08:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moohaha. Went out with Tiffany to Orchard. Freakayy. On the edge of exams too. Waha. So erms yarh. We went to Taka and shopped around. I din get any myself but I got her this really nice tube top. And she tried to get a cling skirt for ** but I said NO. So there. So she got me this Bossini shirt. Its a V neck. Quite a low V actually. And I was looking at that Kitten 17 blouse that I received from the Emergency Room last year. Crap. Its such a low neck too. I only wear it to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is the problem with people. Baha. Oh and I swear never to be a bad girl again. Lyke what I did yesterday night. I threw a soccer ball at his head. Ryan. Mmhmm yeahhs. Bad bad bad bad bad. Shall scold myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109685905541125583?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109685905541125583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109685905541125583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685905541125583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685905541125583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/moohaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109685825882390736</id><published>2004-10-02T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T10:50:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hApPy BiRtHdaY sArAhHx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee. Another birthday greeting. Love them. Waha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bah. What did I do. Nothing. But mug. Oh and I had this crazy idea after I started msging Sarah. We started talking about philosophies. Fine. Not her. Me. So she called me a wise old owl. And to explain her tag theres now this new fad about a manly owl following the big yellow eyed and feathery me. Moohahaha. How weird stuff gets ehhx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh. On Thursday this girl from 108 begged Joa and I to let her use the com. Or simply put. Our accounts. Cos she had no more printing allowance left or some shit liddat. So she begged us. Begged. And she was bouncing up and down with hands clasped lyke she was praying and guess what. I got sprayed with shit tonnes of saliva. Damnations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109685825882390736?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109685825882390736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109685825882390736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685825882390736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109685825882390736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-sarahhx-whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109659825916292965</id><published>2004-10-01T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:39:15.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HaPpY bIrThDaY sArAhHx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o.O Bloody hell. I hate exams. Especially when they are essays but nevermind. Not much reasoning behind it at any rate. Guh. Anyways I took the one on a nervous situation. Wrote about the American Riders Championships 2002 in Los Angeles. Loved it manns. Elenim rawks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hokae so Mummy got Sarah a dog. Well. I ordered it then I asked Mummy to get it. Was a Westie darhleenk. Resembles March save for its fur which is way whiter. Ha. Got a doggie card too. Wrote all sorts of stuff then hinted at Giggsy and Sarah. Their love forever and ever and ever yarhhs. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am NOT waiting for the next phase of exams lorhhs. Eeyer. Scared. Nahhs. Freaked. Maybe. Pissed. Shrug. Was thinking of Sylvester. The pervert that Sarah and Joanna met at KAP. Not the Looney Tunes cat hokae. Anyways he gave them his number and some other particulars and said he hoped they could be friends or some other weird despo stuff. Eeks. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cos Joanna was saying "Sarah? Are you okae?" And I heard "Sarah? Are you a gay?" And Sarah said "Yes" Well. You can guess the scenario. We giggled lyke hell. Baha. Ohohoh and erms. I think THEY are better le. At least I got a response today marh. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109659825916292965?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109659825916292965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109659825916292965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109659825916292965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109659825916292965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday-sarahhx-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109651449788561119</id><published>2004-09-30T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:31:41.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know something. I feel that Claire is healing. Yupp. Thats good. And Melly maybe maybe not. Somehow though I feel more secure now. Dunno. Sometimes you get stuff happening. Then they clear up gradually. Yarhhs. And whatever it is Ness I know you said you din do it. Yupp. Thanks for telling me. Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sarah added this guy called Thomas to my list. He msges really fast. Hm. And is he someones new target ehhx. Joanna Lee. Joanna Lee -pokes- Whee. I love this. And whats that all about. Lyke who and HL had a thing in primary school. Really arhhs. Wahahaha. Sho fun de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning has been pretty touchy. And is Starion a funkayy name. Dun think so. Hm. Oh. He Lao Shi was talking about defending ourselves against perverts. So its lyke we are supposed to give them a good kick in the face through and through. Whee. So hao wan de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Giggsy and Sarah. Giggsy and Sarah. Giggy and Sarah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love Javascript manns. Tells alot of sweet stuff. Hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109651449788561119?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109651449788561119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109651449788561119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109651449788561119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109651449788561119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-son-you-know-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109642903005256014</id><published>2004-09-29T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:15:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ack. I dunno why I can be so cold. To them. Ack. Maybe thats cos of whats been happening I suppose. Yowl. I wanna apologise but the fact remains that even if I do that one obstacle will still be in the way. I dunno what to do. Assuming they dun come here anymore I shall just make this public apology that I am sorry for not telling you the stuff and hopefully we can just be normal again. Yeahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry. Really. And I hope we never have this matter brought up again. And erms. **** if you did it please own up hokae. Lets go back to the way it was. Love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109642903005256014?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109642903005256014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109642903005256014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109642903005256014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109642903005256014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ack.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109634631674866875</id><published>2004-09-28T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T12:38:36.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well. I lyke my new blog skin you know. Whee. Andandand I actually wanted the rainbow effect but its really hard and the code is so complicated. I gave up but ah wells. Hm. The identity of the anonymous person is rather obvious. I mean. Other than darhleenk Chan Yi only one other spells Mellie as Melly. I aint saying who. Its damn scary to think of it sometimes. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry Claire. I was kinda blunt yesterday and this morning. Mainly cos I was pissed but forget that. See you at assembly. I have nothing to say to Melly. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Scream. I hate it. Scream. Whats with you. Difficult people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109634631674866875?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109634631674866875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109634631674866875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109634631674866875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109634631674866875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109625607692435439</id><published>2004-09-27T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:43:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee. Yesterday was sho damn fun de. Ryan has this horizontal oval face. Looks a bit lyke Ken. Hahas. Andandand his spectacles sho lao tu de. I mean right. Its lyke black thick and BIG. Omg omg. How could his parents do that. And its sho weird. Tiffy is so chio and he erms. So. Argh. Shall not be biased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has this really cute friend. Guess what. His name is Peter too. Only he is called Peter Ave Chin. I mean. He is a bit lyke someone. Half blood. Chinese and Caucasian. Yup. And he looks lyke Daniel Radcliffe. Edward Randell. Whee. SHO SHUAI. But he is lyke sixteen. Guh. At least HE is slightly younger de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways dinner was BAD. Tiff saw Peter coming so she moved off from where she was next to me. HOW COULD YOU ABANDON ME. And Peter sat there. First time I noticed him. So I realised with a shock he resembled HIM so much and I was lyke yikes. So I was staring. Damn stupid manns. Cos den he looked over and I was lyke "Oh shit!" andand turned back to my plate only to drop my fork with a chink on the floor. Eeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Den we played poker afterwards. I was sitting on the sofa. And he din see me. Peter was BLIND. He sat on ME. AHH!!! I almost died. So I pushed him off. And he fell on the floor. Squashed his nose. Moohahaha. And he was lyke "Oh sorry!" and erms. Patted me. Bah. I AM NOT A SMALL GIRL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Omg. Blue Eyes and Snowy are so cute. Except I got a nasty scratch but bloody hell lorhhs. Whee. I HATE PETER. Tiff said he was PINK whenever he looked towards my direction. Bah. Oh. The ice statuettes were STILL there this morning. Lyke uh. Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109625607692435439?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109625607692435439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109625607692435439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109625607692435439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109625607692435439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/whee_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109625542601522979</id><published>2004-09-26T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T12:43:51.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc55ff;"&gt;Um. Yarh. Mummy rockks manns. I mean she got a really good time for the marathon hokae. Lyke three hours. She beat most of the guys who were also running. Hahas. Whee. Andandand later on is uh. Augustus birthday. One month old kids are sho cute manns. They dunno how to open their eyes de. Cutie darhleenks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc55ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc55ff;"&gt;Erms. The present is damn big hokae. Its lyke bigger than me. Hm. Baby rockers are cute yeahhs. Especially if they have those dangling toys yarhhs. Moohahaha. I love youu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc55ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc55ff;"&gt;Whats up for you all. Ben sucks manns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109625542601522979?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109625542601522979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109625542601522979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109625542601522979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109625542601522979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109619611370920540</id><published>2004-09-25T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:57:31.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Heyys all you guys. Oh man. The Geog paper was kinda tough yarhhs. Butbut thats so totally without the necessary revision. Whoa. With all that two weeks plusplusplus we have left things are gonna be so great during the EOY. Yep. Confidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee. Tomorrow is HIS birthday. Andandand Mummy has this cool half marathon of 21 km. Gruelling but great manns. So here you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD LUCK MUMMY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109619611370920540?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109619611370920540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109619611370920540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109619611370920540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109619611370920540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/heyys-all-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109619548040793747</id><published>2004-09-24T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T18:52:27.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boo. Whee. No school. Why. Cos all the teachers are away. Bye bye darhleenks. Hope never to see you again ya. Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking for the frigging OP shop in that place. Eek. The one in Tangs is so small I could fit Dumbledore in there. Argh. Whatever. Oh. On Sunday it is HIS birthday. Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you feel lonely. I skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA HOLD YOUR HANDDD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109619548040793747?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109619548040793747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109619548040793747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109619548040793747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109619548040793747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/boo_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109590753919037939</id><published>2004-09-23T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:58:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thank you Melly for commenting. I hope you will read the email I sent you and to some others. It really is relevant. Totally. Ack. Think about it. Are you simple or real. I think its the latter. But if we want to really make sure it is I guess we will have to work harder on it. Make us all feel better. Real ones dun look away when you look at them. Thats for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just suffered in the council meeting. Two hours on the floor and all that. Eeks. And carn you guys stop going on about the microwave thing. I mean. We saw it so many times it gets lame. Yar. No offence hokae. Not lyke you are so gonna see this anyways. Bah. Other than that. Pretty brave of you. Hahas okae. What else now. Hm. Claire rockks. As in the councillor wanna be. No offence Claire Yuen. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Laughing at yesterdays incident. It was lyke this. Sharon Ow wanted the Unseen Proses. But I mumbled something at her. Duh she couldnt hear me yeahhs. So she thought I ignored her. And guess what she said next. "I cant believe she is actually snubbing me!" Look manns. Who is snubbing who. Guh. Anyways she was laughing a bit. Blehhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nothing to do for the rest of the day lorhhs. Stupid speeches. Ahh. What would you do if this anti NYGH terrorist pointed a frigging gun at your head. Pity I carn have a gun. Its not fair. I hate HIM. Why can he have a .22 caliber and I carn. Humph. Okae forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109590753919037939?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109590753919037939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109590753919037939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109590753919037939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109590753919037939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/thank-you-melly-for-commenting.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109582303592455705</id><published>2004-09-22T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:19:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hello people. Feeling really happy. Hyper. Everything. Mainly cos I lyke started over with Claire and now its lyke so normal once more. We just forgot all that confuses this relationship. Friendship. Whee. Andandand we were lyke reintroducing ourselves. Sounds stupid I know. But it was really meaningful to me so I dun care what you guys out there say. Butbut one thing I wanna stress is that the incident must not by any means hurt any of you guys. Lyke your friendships and stuff yeahhs. Yar. Andand Melly. Whatever the reason you were lyke cold to Claire yesterday please stop cos it aint nice to see her the way she was. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bytheway Claire. Knowing that you dun lyke people see you liddat I really appreciated the fact that you actually brought me with you. I mean. Its lyke this not so strong side of everyone. Most people would want to you know. But you were different. Yar. Sometime in there I did feel lyke crying. Thanks pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Andand I hope all problems will be resolved sooner or later yarhhs. Hee. Yeahhs manns. Ohohoh today Sarah Joanna and I decided to destroy our clay figures. So Joanna threw hers on the floor and it disintegrated. Butbut the difference is that I dunno how much clay Sarah used but when I threw it on the ground it din even shatter or crack or anything. God. So I smashed it. Smashed it. Yeahhs. Andand it broke of course. The shards were lyke flying across the class. Whee. Sho dangerous de butbut heck larhhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohoh. Sarah was saying that she and Joanna saw this couple at Mac. And one of them was this NYGH Sec 2 choir girl. Omg omg omg. They were lyke so intimate. Touching. Practically kissing. But not. Cos apparently they were having a break up or something. At least the girl was crying. Hm. What a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What do you not know about me. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109582303592455705?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109582303592455705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109582303592455705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109582303592455705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109582303592455705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109573681196483217</id><published>2004-09-21T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:24:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah. I received a chao long letter todae. From them. Why so many queries I dunno. Butbut I can only say this. Its really up to you wherever your belief takes you. I have no hold over that and never will. Rather obviously huh. Yarhhs. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So they want to talk. But we aint even doing that. In the com lab and blogging. Lolx. So much for meeting my mentor but nevermind. Siew Bee can wait ehhx. Yayness. Feeling more light hearted now. Cos of my sprained ankle I din need to go for PE just now. So I was acting the frigging timekeeper you know. So chao lame de. And I was standing there and resetting that black thing so many times. Eeyer. Okae hahas. Denden when Chang Tsai was talking to us I was lyke sho bored so I decided to SMS. Andand I was lyke doing it behind my back. Yayness. I typed one whole message without mistakes. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My son got bitten by an ant. Is feeling itchy. I want to be Mummy Ant =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109573681196483217?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109573681196483217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109573681196483217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109573681196483217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109573681196483217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ah_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109566198820797545</id><published>2004-09-20T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:12:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not feeling much better. I still think ***** and ***** are the same. So I have decided. I shall not let them go. They are too close to let go. But I will keep them at arms length. Talking to them hurts. Somethings changed. Andand ***** agrees too. But ah wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel rebellious. Hehehe. Dun wanna do this. Or that. Whee. The exams are so close I feel hyper and tensed. Is that hypertension. I dunno. Am I prepared. Maybe. We got the frigging run on 21 October. One day short of TCHS. Phew -grins- But nevermind. Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Of course though. I am grateful to the rest of my friends. Andand the ties are growing stronger between us gradually. Let it stay that way. Hee. Love you all. So now is the Math test. Andand I gtg. See ya guys soon yeahhs &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109566198820797545?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109566198820797545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109566198820797545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109566198820797545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109566198820797545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-feeling-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109566167362238789</id><published>2004-09-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T14:27:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bah. Recently been spending a hell lot of time in Kinokuniya. Was reading The Da Vinci Code yesterday. Sho nice manns. Andandand the Illuminati is particularly fascinating. I mean lyke. Look at the way its written. Rockks. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways thanks guys for the comfort. Though I am still the same I still wanna let you know that I appreciate your care. Thanks again. Andand my darhleenk Mummy arhhs. You at the base or below ground zero I also dun care. Always be there den can already what =) Hahas. Kidding larh. Unless you want me to say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you forever&lt;/span&gt;. Which is lyke so no way manns. Hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last note. I did some evaluation of my friends. I think I am losing two of the closest ones. Andandand I know its true that they HAVE indeed changed. Not me. Them. Its lyke talking is already such a chore I decided to let them be. And go. I dunno yet. Too reluctant. Too confused. But if I ever get the benefit of the doubt. Argh. K nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still hate the world. But I love my friends. Bytheway Sarah. I think you deserve a new handphone. Eeyer. I am scared of your parents. Hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109566167362238789?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109566167362238789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109566167362238789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109566167362238789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109566167362238789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109547035475492148</id><published>2004-09-18T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T14:21:15.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee. Yesterday was fun manns. During recess Sarah and Joanna got three packs of chocs to eat and we were lyke eating under the table and nobody saw. At all. Andand lyke duh Ngiow din see us. Haix. Got peanut crispy and milk chocolate. Ladida =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh I sprained and very nearly broke my ankle again. Dammit. So yesterday I was hobbling around lyke an idiot then Mummy said she would check it for me and so she did. Looks lyke I dislocated part of the bone and I dunno how I managed that either. Recently I bounced down the steps of my house and yesterday I was going along the side of the rink when my injured foot slipped aside and I landed with a bump on the ice. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well anyways there isnt anything else much. Just finished Geography extra lesson. I think I got this feeling that two of my good frens have changed just the way they said I have. Andand I dun wonder why. If anything happens hopefully it wun be too drastic and all that. Thats why I wanted to scream my lungs out yesterday. Feeling screwed. Freaked out. Andand it all boils down to the weird stuff that happens these days. Gahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109547035475492148?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109547035475492148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109547035475492148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109547035475492148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109547035475492148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/whee_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109539176923764460</id><published>2004-09-17T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T11:29:29.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gahhs. I am feeling impossibly moody. Andandand lyke I told Claire I really wanna scream. I feel totally screwed. And I dunno why either. It is just Mother Nature I guess. Am I doing that thing. No. I dun think so. Then why. Oh why why why why why. Bah. Should I let all the anger confusion joy andand euphoria out. Maybe I should. Maybe not. Budden again. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okae that feels better. Jeez. I really am losing me marbles manns. Shiver me timbers. Boo. Erms. Who decided on our seating places anyways. I ought to thank her. A lot. For many different reasons yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bytheway I loved my meals yesterday. Andand the day before that. Whee. I got my SIM card back to butbut you guys better not SMS me or I really am gonna spam your inbox with viruses. Etc etc etc. Well. Stop SMSing at 5 pm on weekdays. Do NOT even try on weekends manns. Yep. Only Melly has the authority to do so for private reasons. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109539176923764460?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109539176923764460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109539176923764460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109539176923764460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109539176923764460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/gahhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109530545099514812</id><published>2004-09-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T11:30:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whee. We finally changed seats le. Am now sitting between Sarah and Joanna at the back of the classroom. Woo. I love it manns. The only downside is that I want Melly and Claire to be in the same group budden all the members are the people I lyke so carn change. Ahh. Kinda sad lar. I mean last term wanted to sit with Melly but cannot. Boohoo. Life can be fair and unfair sometimes and at the same time but whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The class is quite happy tho and thats what matters yarhhs. Boinkayys. Ohohoh Mummy adopted another daughter. Joanna Lee. That means she is my sis in law AND sister at the same time. What the hell. This is getting complicated lorhhs. Moohahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should I change my blogskin. Yes. No. Dunno. Maybe. AHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109530545099514812?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109530545099514812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109530545099514812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109530545099514812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109530545099514812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/whee_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109521855150997365</id><published>2004-09-15T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:22:31.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jeez. I wanna scream. Scream. Scream. AHHHHHH!!! There. That oughta let out all the steam lava and heat. Dunno why I wanna do that either. Its nothing. Just really weird. Guh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohohoh Melly do get well soon okae. Andand you should take care of your health you know. But quit the incessant nagging and push it aside you MUST jia you arhhs. Okae. Um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Holy shit. I forgot I gotta meet my IRS teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109521855150997365?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109521855150997365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109521855150997365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109521855150997365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109521855150997365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/jeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109521817003476234</id><published>2004-09-14T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:19:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee. I dunno how I feel right now. Depressed and happy at the same time. For some reason andandand I dunno why either. Been feeling mixed up lately. Guhhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I say that Jocelyn is Mummy 2 now. So now I have this really weird parentage for some reason or the other. Hahas. Uh. This term I think if I aint wrong that Sharon decided to change the seating arrangements. Bah. I wanna sit THERE but I dunno whether she will let me or not leh. Ohohoh and wells. Sorry Yue Er. I din mean to hurt you or anything. Just that wells. I dun mind you sitting with me larhh. Of course. Budden what I meant was that why carn I go to your group there leh. Hm. But I dun want anyone else there to go either. Ahh. Well nevermind. Fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am bored. Nothing much happens nowadays. Gah. Ohohoh yarhhs just remembered something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUE ER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heh. I do owe you a prezzie yarhhs. Whee. Anyways till then -HUG- ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109521817003476234?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109521817003476234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109521817003476234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109521817003476234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109521817003476234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513672958373649</id><published>2004-09-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:27:38.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boo. School rockked. Still looking for my pencilcase but I think we are getting somewhere. Joanna and Yulin have been very helpful. Thank you pals. Andand my son has turned funny again. Ahhh. Tried to kiss my hand butbut lucky I ran away fast enough. HAHAHAHA! Too bad Yingie Mingie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladida. Mass dance was fun. I was tickling Joanna lyke siao. Ohoh and I gave Melly the nougats liao. She did lyke them I guess. I made sure she got the soft blue one. Hee. Oh and **** had that thing in class. Nice stain =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was joking. About the nice part. Yeahhs mann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513672958373649?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513672958373649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513672958373649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513672958373649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513672958373649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513656627461912</id><published>2004-09-12T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:36:06.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was fun. Jo and I dumped Ryan half way in the streets and ran into Swensens. Definitely more successful than the attempt Joa Ness and I made to dump LJC in Taka. So we skulked around in the restaurant keeping a close watch on that blond guy. Hehe. Ryan is actually not Chinese. He is from UK if I aint wrong yeahhs. Anyways the diners were glowering at us and finally this waiter told us to get out. Butbut we just ignored her and after a while we went to order some ice cream. Yummy. Butbut damn ex manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh bytheway the rest of the gang couldnt come. End of year. Gregory is quite nice and civil minded but we all know he has a serious problem with commitment. Ha. How to find girlfriend liddat. I ask you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am seriously addicted to Asterix Comics. Ahh. Makes me feel lyke a bimbo but nevermind =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513656627461912?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513656627461912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513656627461912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513656627461912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513656627461912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513616127140133</id><published>2004-09-11T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T11:23:55.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah. No tuition todae. Whee. Am in Mummy office now. The secretary has a damn comfortable room. Sitting on the sofa and leaning over to the table where my trusty laptop is. Ha. Trying to be as lame as possible. I think I might wanna go out with the gang later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm. Jo said we can go to HMV and buy some CDs. Dun think we will have enough money for Neoprints after that though but nevermind. My handphone has no more space. I love my Neoprint taken with my friends though. That day when the run was cancelled or postponed or whatever if you guys remember. I wun forget that run in the rain too soon though. OMG it was so fun. Remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whee (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513616127140133?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513616127140133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513616127140133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513616127140133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513616127140133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513560126243748</id><published>2004-09-10T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:20:01.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yayness. Finished golf training and guess what. Jason got us one whole bag of nougats to eat. Got the soft blue one and damn hard red one. I took about six and ate two just now. Ha. I am a greedy pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanna give the rest away. To who. I shall give to Melly on Monday. Ha. Melly is nice. She can share them but I decided to give the blue one to her alone. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ohoh I really cannot wait for school to start liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513560126243748?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513560126243748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513560126243748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513560126243748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513560126243748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/yayness_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513529664270784</id><published>2004-09-09T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:14:56.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thursday. I am bloody busy. Many things to do midear. Gotta kill the frigging kingfisher. Feed March with his nice new bowl. Mummy got him this red Cesar porcelain bowl that totally rockks andand even better. Prime Cesar food. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waha. I miss my friends. Melly. Claire. Joanna. Sarah. Yulin. Chan Yi. Li Ann. Yue Er -HUG- ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love yall once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513529664270784?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513529664270784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513529664270784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513529664270784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513529664270784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513459705284604</id><published>2004-09-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T12:03:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing really. Except that I am supposed to be banned from the computer. Self ban and Mummy ban. Bam bam bam. Whee. Cousins coming todae. Think we are gonna swim then eat barbecue. At any rate Malu got my floats out and the barbecue pit. I had lots of fun setting the damn thing up. First Malu and I chucked on the bricks then arranged the metal rack. Andand Mummy threw the charcoal in with so much force that the back dropped out of the fixture and she was lyke "Oops!" andand turned pink. Hehe. Mummy picked up the bricks that fell out and had to put them all back. Am evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K nevermind. Then we started getting the chicken ready and Malu had butter fingers so she dropped one of the chicken wings and March took it and ran away. I spent the next five minutes chasing him around the house andand when I finished he had eaten half of the damn thing anyways. I hope he gets constipation manns -guided look at Sarah- andand I get to send him to the vet. No offence Sarah. I know you love that white devil. Whee =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tis a fun day coming ahead. Barbecued marshmallows. Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513459705284604?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513459705284604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513459705284604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513459705284604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513459705284604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/nothing-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513423077489156</id><published>2004-09-07T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:58:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap. Just came back from Fuji Ice Palace. Estella and I were lyke hanging out there for almost four hours. Lolx. Anyways first things first. Something lyke the Leo incident happened. It was with this guy who looked lyke the England punks =) Andand his hair was spiked and orange. Eeks. Gay. Butbut if he was homo you know what then he wouldnt wanna approach me yeahhs. Ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Freakayy. Ohoh and Estella was really careless. Lyke she bumped into two people within an hour. Andand one of them was that punk. Bytheway his name is Clarence and he is from RI. Sec 2 student yeahhs. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I could have worn my old costume. Black top with the silver strike across and the nice satin black skirt. Very soft and very SHORT. Bah. Andand oh. The skates rawked. White with the nice gold studded design. Of course Ed bought them for me. Hehe =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am feeling more cheerful now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513423077489156?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513423077489156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513423077489156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513423077489156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513423077489156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513211133117108</id><published>2004-09-06T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:22:20.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blue me. Poofie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am bored. And Li Xuan said shes coming later sho whattheshit this afternoon gonna be damn boring manns. Ohohoh I wanna visit the other blogs yeahhs. Waha. Should I post another blogskin. I really dunno. Whee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513211133117108?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513211133117108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513211133117108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513211133117108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513211133117108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/blue-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109513187287292545</id><published>2004-09-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:19:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gahh. This is a miserable girl going back home to Singapore already. Crap. I could only afford one frigging day in Los Angeles because of our dear Sharon Ow and Ms Ong. They made us go back to school and its lyke my originally three day holiday has officially been destroyed. Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bloody hell. Anyway we did go to Southpoint Centre andand we lyke saw this pathetic hot dog seller who looked lyke the description given of the old guy in Fearless. Whatshisname. Baha. Okae so we decided to buy one hot dog each from him and he lyke started fooling around with Em andand she was lyke "Ahh! Go away!" andand we ran lyke siao without paying for the hot dogs. Soon realised why the stall was empty. Cos the bread smelt weird andand the sausages were lyke scrunched up. Lyke the look that I see on Patricia my darhleenk cousin whenever someone screws her up. Yeahh manns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yarhhs. So we hung around and looked for some stuff to buy. I loved it. Ed bought this dress for me which was erms. Kinda slinky and fit me exactly sho by that I mean it looks as though it sticks to me or something. Baha. Em was lyke "Uh. Juliette. That thing IS rather exposing." Andand I just shrugged and wore it first. Nice. White silk with these cute pearly beads around the neckline. Then guess what. DR bought a Tiffany necklace for Em. Woo. I dun believe got nothing going on between you two manns. It was like diamonds everywhere. Here there everywhere =) Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109513187287292545?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109513187287292545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109513187287292545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513187287292545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109513187287292545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/gahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109505645400148494</id><published>2004-09-04T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:21:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My god. Los Angeles just rockks mann. Am sitting in my home at BH and looking out of that window. Edward is behind me eating his Cheezels as usual. Bah. We are taking time off from THAT. Well hokae maybe not. We are gonna shoot a bit later. I love Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire manns. Rockks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the morning here. Whee. Edward says he wants to go to Plaza Hotel in NYC in December. So I have to go with him. Baha. I love that. NYC rockks mann. Andand yarhhs I am gonna go to Central Park. Should I go to Washington Square Park. The place where Gaia fought so much in Fearless. Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ums. Maybe. Hokae Ed DR and Em want to go to Southpoint Centre now. Looks lyke I gotta scram. Andand leave a note on the fridge for Pop saying where I gone to. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109505645400148494?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109505645400148494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109505645400148494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109505645400148494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109505645400148494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109505610165181604</id><published>2004-09-03T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:15:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh. Gonna leave for Los Angeles le. Well. Soon I guess. Leaving in about 10 minutes. Am in this wireless zone now. Ha. Hyatt Hotel eating high tea. Manns. Finishing off a nice sticky creamy scone. Whee. Andand I gonna sit in the aeroplane and play Mario all through. I love the leather seats. They sho big andand comfy. When I sit I lyke sink in lyke rubber ducky in bath tub liddat lorhhs. Waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mum haggling me liao. I love wireless zones. Kthnxbye (: Thanks to darhleenk Joa again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109505610165181604?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109505610165181604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109505610165181604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109505610165181604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109505610165181604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109439905655953091</id><published>2004-09-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:10:47.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh. Everything was hokae today. Mummy was nice and happy. No scoldings. No anything. Ah. Andand she forgot to tell me she was coming home at 10 so I lyke waited one whole hour for dinner. Damn. So I gave up waiting and when I finally told Mummy she was like "Sorry darling!" Uhhs hokae. Lalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You know what. Sharon wants Ness to swap with Yue Chin. Gahhs. Why do I never get what I want. Andand my pencil case is GONE. Damn shit larhhs. if anyone sees it please tell me hokae. Andand I gtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love you all &lt;33 Especially those who are close to my heart =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109439905655953091?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109439905655953091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109439905655953091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109439905655953091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109439905655953091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109439879641031610</id><published>2004-09-01T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:02:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yayness. Teachers Day is todae! Andand no happy day for them. Give us so much homework stress and pressure marh. Serves them right. Andandand crap. My handphone has been confiscated lyke again and I am officially banned from the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iwannakillmyself &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109439879641031610?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109439879641031610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109439879641031610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109439879641031610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109439879641031610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/09/yayness.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109394394863363546</id><published>2004-08-31T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:22:00.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whee. School rockked todae mann. Yarhhs. So it was lyke Sharon came in and the others were lyke piling gifts and such on her and some went on hugging her lyke so MUSHY liddat andandand I din want to cos I had this STINKY EAU DE COLOGNE that someone accidentally spilt on MY HAIR yesterday in SICC. **** that stupid old woman. Better try to wash off the remnants todae. Soaped off lyke most of it but Mummy took up a lock of my hair and said it was still all there and I was lyke oO "Blame it on that old person manns!" =) Am a bad girl but I dun give a shit. Yar. So I gave Sharon andandand DARHLEENK Chinese teacher a card each. Den we went to greet Daniel Ngiow cos he looked kinda poor thing lyke slump over cos nobody wanna greet him AM NOT SURPRISED. Butbut me Joanna and Sarah took pity on him and we were lyke "HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!" andandand he gave his awful smile that showed all his teeth and we were lyke OMG shit lets go off. Ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;De performance was funny and our class dance rockked. Jia you! Hahas. Andandand the PE dept teachers were PERFORMING. Woohoo! It was lyke Sabrina Nicole Shirley Joanna andandand Chen Lili. Yayness. Sabrina is supposed to be some sort of ex dance professional so yarhhs. She was sho kewl manns. Rockk. Andandand Sabrina Nicole and Shirley were doing that wave-your-butt thing and the audience was lyke oO WOW liddat lorhhs. Sho funny. Jia you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hehe. Andandand after school Melly Jocelyn Sylvia andand ME went to darhleenk NYPS. Ohh mann the little kids are sho damn cute leh. We met Ang Huai Lee first andand I was practically bouncing up and down. Hahas. So later we barged into the staff room andand we lyke saw Euodia Sia and she brought us out and talked to us andand we were lyke chatting away. Yeahhs. After that went to look for other teachers lyke Ah Zhou =) den STUPID Wee Wee go drive us out lyke wtf we are EX PUPILS dammit not gangsters. Gahh. So we ate watched a concert and I had to go home but nevermind. Twas fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Andandand yeahhs. I HAVE updated blog liao. Happy Sarah. Ohohoh bytheway on our way to NYPS Jocelyn and Melly were singing I WANNA HOLD YOUR HAND. Think de TCHS guys behind us got kinda freaked out oO butbut whothehell cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109394394863363546?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109394394863363546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109394394863363546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109394394863363546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109394394863363546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/whee_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109394228365870015</id><published>2004-08-30T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T16:51:23.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Crap. Nothing happen todae except Sharon Ow talk to me about something for damn long and den ask me to meet her again after school. Andandand I waited till 3 den she came out and said she was at a meeting and she was damn sorry and that I could go home. If it werent the eve of the eve of Teachers Day I would have really um. You know. Yar. TOO BAD. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aha. My son is very uh. Bold. If you know what I mean darhleenk. Heehee. Um. Melly may or may not be still mad. Andandand Claire is perfect liao but theres something different. I can feel it. I dunno what it is. I just know. Andandand if they want me to do that to make them happy den I am fully agreeable to doing so. Just that why has it to be that way. Should I make the sacrifice or not. Guh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whatthecrap. Forget about it all. Jeez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109394228365870015?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109394228365870015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109394228365870015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109394228365870015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109394228365870015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109385966390369666</id><published>2004-08-29T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:56:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What the shit. Cos of the golf exam I have to practice. Okae that is a good idea lar. Butbut the thing that really pisses me off is the fact that I am gonna miss a party. Andandand I waited so long for Martyn special day. Ahh. Dammit. They sure gonna have so much fun. Lyke last time during Melanie birthday that time sho fun. Melly is damn ticklish around the waist when she is hyper. Plus when she is on de uh. Bed. Heehee (= Butbut the whole point is about the party now. I WANT TO GO. But I also need to practice. Eurgh. Mummy sure make me do the latter lar. Anandand I hate to hear what Melly will sae when I tell her the bad news. Shit. I feel sho torn. What to do. Bleargh. Sorry Melly. Andandand please dun be pissed with me okae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went running todae. Drank this stupid Jevity isotonic that is really thick and has this gooey touch to it. So when I drink it I go lyke yuck. And yup. You guessed it. It clogged my throat. Eurgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Went to chess class. Mehri scolded me about my points dammit. What the shit. I was so tired cos I watched programmes throughout the whole night. Andandand anyways she said just try harder. Sometimes I feel guilty butbut I dun have time to practice. Okae fine. Not THAT much time. There. Gahhs. Butbut I lyke chess so I shall continue anyways. Wahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Um. Nothing else. Mummy is cooling down. She gave me back my SIM card. Aha. Butbut I think she is gonna take it back andandand give me back that farking HI card. Guh. Butbut heck. Should be grateful I even got my handphone back yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohohoh. Totally forgot about Jane. You see right. She is the daughter of our Chinese school teacher. Andandand OMG she is lyke sho damn cute. She got these really nice features. Big eyes. Ahahahahaha (: Sarah also lykes her a lot. Whee. Andandand Cheronne really took to her and she did her. So funny. Ladida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Going back to school tomorrow. I feel kinda jumpy. What should I say when I meet Claire and Melly. I look at Melly she looks away. Crap. I talk to her she gets all pissed and stuff. Argh. Maybe I leave her alone she cool down. Andandand Claire she kinda okae but I know she is holding back stuff she really wants to sae. Dammit manns. What to do. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life holds some misery and some happiness. Butbut whatever it is we have to always look on the bright side yarhhs. Guess so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109385966390369666?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109385966390369666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109385966390369666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385966390369666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385966390369666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109385834223485853</id><published>2004-08-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:32:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Uh. Okae. So this day totally sucks. First thing Melly and Claire got damn bloody pissed cos they waited for me at the MRT station for SO BLOODY LONG. Manns. Sorry guys. Dun be pissed okae. The only one left was Sarah. Ah wellx. Sorry again. Yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Next thing was that the bloody asshole of a driver told on me and uh. What do you know. He told Mummy that I was using my handphone to call guys. What the hell. So yarhhs. My SIM card has been confiscated and uh. I am currently using this HI card that restricts my usage so now I feel lyke a complete dork. Plus the fact that uh. Something else personal and um. Yar. Butbut things are going okae for the moment. Maybe. Maybe not. I dunno. Butbut what do I know. That is the trouble of all this ends very soon. Lyke I will be trusted and through this bad stuff good precautionary measures will be taken at the school which I think are highly necessary for the safety of all the students. Yar. And this will take place by end of Tuesday school. Aha. Mummy calling Sharon Ow with regards to this. See. Ah wellx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109385834223485853?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109385834223485853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109385834223485853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385834223485853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385834223485853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109385772608868102</id><published>2004-08-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:22:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jeez. Never thought anything could be that funny huh. My darling Chan Yi and Melly trailed us to the meeting with LJC and Guan Yu. Andandand apparently the pair of them arrived there way earlier than us so guess what. They made themselves very visible den started giggling away. This later progressed to laughing their asses off. Ah. So yarhhs. They saw us coming and went off to hide behind the overhead bridge. So when we came out and I paid Guan Yu for the tix Joanna saw them and she was lyke pointing and giggling too. So yeahhs. Just went on practically rolling around on the floor huh. Yar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohohoh. I have confirmed that Guan Yu lykes Joanna Lee. WoOt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109385772608868102?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109385772608868102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109385772608868102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385772608868102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109385772608868102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/jeez.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109353329724291346</id><published>2004-08-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:14:57.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh. Claire din come to school todae. She had earache andandand she had to see this frigging doctor whom she din get to see till what. Four hours later. Pathetic manns. And now she faces the possibility of having an op and that is not only painful butbut also quite ex. Why must this happen to her. Could have been anyone except her lorhhs. Me. Not her. Argh. Anyways what has happen cannot be undone so Claire if you are here just take care of yourself okae. Just make us all feel happier and well. At ease. Yarhhs. Jia you orhhs. Rockk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okae. Let some worry out of me. Now for the bright side of todae. Erms. Guan Yu and LJC decided to come over for the ticket thingy. So me lyke a stupid fool went with Joanna Sarah and Yulin to meet them at the bridge gate. Freakayy. LJC said Guan Yu lykes Joanna. Whee. Sho fun. Guan Yu damn poor thing his mother go hold onto him lyke sho protective liddat. I mean lyke get a life lorhhs. He is a guy and he needs freedom. But whatever. Not lyke I give a shit right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aniwaex the whole point is my dear Melly and Chan Yi admitted to stalking us. Andand of course they saw everything we guys were doing. Nahhs. I aint pissed. In fact I am kinda amused yeahhs. Sho funny they two. WoOt. Jia you! Hahas. That was sho out of point manns. But who cares ehhx. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohohoh. I submitted a blogskin. I had it registered as White Glory or something liddat lar. Yayness. Oh yarhhs. I have to make one for Joanna Lee -HUG- ^^ Okae then. See ya guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109353329724291346?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109353329724291346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109353329724291346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109353329724291346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109353329724291346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109340512017682884</id><published>2004-08-25T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:30:25.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hahas. Todae got class party lorhhs. Mummy damn nice lar. She made apple pie and I promised Melly a really big piece. Lolx. So yarhhs. And I really did pig out and eat. K that was totally lame. WoOt. I lurv school when stuff goes like this. Ohh yeahhs mann. So what happen. Ah. After Lit we go skip skip skip down to the canteen. And plonked down to eat. Hahas. Den I go stuff my face with luncheon meat and potato slices. Sho nice andand yummy. Den I was lyke staring at de apple pie which I brought to class during recess. I told de others to save it till later. My my. Den rite I was cutting the damn thing budden it started going crumble crumble. Bo Hui saw me den she go scold me and asked that she cut it herself. Lyke I give a shit mann. I was turning kinda fast and almost poked Noreen in the face with the sharp cake knife. Sorry Nor. Ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So den I eat until carn take anymore liao and was staggering around lyke pathetic fool liddat lorhhs. I pretended to faint and Yulin was lyke so peeved she kept on trying to save my fall. And den whatthehell someone spoke to her so she got distracted and LET GO OF ME. Wth. I fell on the floor wif a wonderful bumping sound. Eeyer. So embarrassing wan. Yarhhs. Andand Sarah told her to forget it. Ahh. Sarah the chio girl butbut also meanie. Hahas. Joking. Aniwaex still hurting from a sore butt. Argh. My daughter so damn useful ehhx. Baha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohohoh. Melly ask me to go play outside. So we went to tickle Joanna. Andandand Claire and Melly de evil poks go poke me sho hard I scream the living hell out of everyone. Ahahaha =) Yue Er andand Chan Yi also gang up against me. But at least I din suffer so much tickling as poor Joanna did. Hahas. Whee. So we run around whacking each others butts and tickling here there everywhere. Moohahahahaha x) Char was saying that Loulou had a nice rear to smack. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah. Guan Yu asked who wants to buy tickets for 7 September. Lyke go back to NYPS and look around at the stuff they got there. Yeahhs mann. That totally rockks. Hahas. Yarhhs so my pathetic job is to look around for people who can buy tix for that day. And lyke all the ex Nanyang people are going lorhhs. Wellx. Almost all. Hahas. And erms. I can invite other people too of course. Whee. Sho fun ehhx. So far five people can go. Whee. Nanyang Primary rockk mann. Especially the food :) Wahaha. Me is evil pok sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kthnx gtg bye. And erms. One last note. You spoilt radio can call me whatever you lyke lar. Id**t f***er whatever lar. I dun really care anymore. I mean lyke listening you demoralise me everyday is lyke bloody shit andand I aint gonna get high blood pressure cos of you. So I have decided. If you wanna end this friendship then whatever. It was never one aniwaex. Since the day we made friends I was lyke practically serving you. Nahhs. Not doing that anymore. Do it yourself. And please dun bully my daughter okae. Thank you. Go rely on someone else to be your slave manns. Lyke todae. I met my end wif you. Thats it girl. Cos of you I realised how much less I have been enjoying life lately. I used to be carefree wif no worries. Until you came into my life. Yar. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109340512017682884?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109340512017682884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109340512017682884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109340512017682884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109340512017682884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109332106213668153</id><published>2004-08-24T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:20:29.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oO Crazy Edward. Send me ten stoopid emails for what. Humph. Hahas. Anyways yarhhs. I already deleted all but one. De last one more precious what. Okae kidding. Just that it contains some important information that I got no choice but to keep. So yeahhs. Dun get your hopes up too high Edward. Haix. Am an evil pok =) Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Butbut whothehell cares aniwaex. Yarhhs. Andandand as a side note must remark Sarah damn chio what right. Carn be wrong wan. So stop denying. Lalala. Dun kill me okae. Erms &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aw mann. Joanna Lee not here todae. What happen to your stomach. Bad stomach. Hahas okae nevermind get well soon alright. Else Han Lin be sho sad wan. Ladida. Eep. Talking to Aunt Celine is scary. Lyke I hardly ever ask anything of frens mothers lorhhs. Ack. Soothe me nerves. Slowly. Yep. Edward go and die. Ha. Feeling better now. Am serious x) Whoinkayys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Erms. Now is ITE class. Am slacking lyke siao dun even wanna do the stupid website thingummy lar. Whotheheck cares aniwaex. So yar. Lalala. Life rockk mann. So far got no problem wif **** budden dunno how long the peace and quiet is gonna last leh. Argh. Hope its forever but see first. Still I refuse to throw away all that rubbish though. No way I am gonna do that no more. Yar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;IsClairedaoingme.Noright&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109332106213668153?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109332106213668153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109332106213668153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109332106213668153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109332106213668153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/oo-crazy-edward.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109323128094301665</id><published>2004-08-23T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:21:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hope you are here ****. Cos I just want you to know that I am so not a hooker and if you wanna think so bluntly of me den fine go ahead. Its not lyke I care anyways. And please do get that ridiculous idea out of your head. Thanks. And I do not think about guys everyday and I have much more to do than just that. So yeahhs. Lyke wth. Just relax alright. Thanks again. Why shud I even be saying this anyways. Do you even care. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109323128094301665?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109323128094301665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109323128094301665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109323128094301665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109323128094301665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hope-you-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109315380021090107</id><published>2004-08-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T16:46:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nothing much happen =( Budden I also dun wan trouble to come looking for me again. So yarhhs. Better play safe kia. Everyone has to if you are gonna live on this danger zone called Earth. Yeahhs mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee. I shall get de Maroon 5 CD that Melly wants. As a birthday present. Haix. And Melly -HUGHUG- sho nice invite me to her house. Her brother Martyn celebrating his birthday marh. Andandand ooh. I lyke little guys. Better than the beeg ones. No offence to my brothers. Lalala. oO Little boys. YAY. K nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Martyn before! HA. He quite small sized budden he young what. Whee. Ohohoh sho baby cute. -patpat- Melly is a nice sister. Hahas x) Melanie very baby cute too. Long hair lyke Melly and she knows how to defend her own ehh. -pointed look at Melly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. I remember her birthday party. Who wouldnt aniwaex. Think I may have said before on my old blog budden rite must repeat again. Melly damn ticklish when she is hyper and uh. When she is on a bed. -pokepoke- Hahas. No hidden meanings. Just a true statement yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahaha =)) Wei Hong always msg Claire nowadays. Budden I wun be too surprised lar. And Claire said he got nobody else to msg to. Aw. What happen. Andandand he quite boliao. Lyke the way he talk on sms etc. Yeahhs. Ah wellx. You dun get your guy and have the language. Whee. Deformed whatever-they-are-called. YAY =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. About yesterday. The class was damn fun. Esp when you break the rules. Hahas. Was reading msges under de table. Yayness. Claire talk to Wei Hong so much I dun really believe that she dun lyke him. Do you. Hahas. Whee. Aniwaex yarhhs. At first when I got to class 15 minutes later than it should have I was lyke where is Claire. Cos HER pencilcase was still wif ME. Hahas. And I was aware she needed it. Oh wellx. Melly came late I think. Plopped down next to her. Whee. Melly rockk. Den rite I din have me worksheets so Ms Sia ask me to go back to de classroom and get it. On my way back I met Claire. -runs over and gets spotted by her- Hahas. Hang around outside for lyke pathetic few seconds den barge in lyke African elephants liddat. Oogie. Yayness. Claire rockk too. Are you coming for de birthday party too. Directed at Claire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH. Cannot use aprostrophe andandand I dunno why also. Humph. Yarhhs so what else. Nothing ya. Ohohoh yesterday I ate at Mezza9 for dinner. Mummy rockk ALSO. -HUGHUG- Yummy lamb rack. My gawd Hyatt rocks my socks. That was random. Btw ***** cheer up and dun make trouble wif ** okae. -patpat- Er. Dun worry that does not mean HER and me. Someone else. Guh. Problem still not solved. So cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand before I leave. One note to all you ****** out there. You may be hungry and starving. Butbut if you think I am gonna let you eat you gotta be kidding mann. Think about it. You too ***. Just think. Ponder. Yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109315380021090107?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109315380021090107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109315380021090107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109315380021090107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109315380021090107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/nothing-much-happen-budden-i-also-dun.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109301081830224011</id><published>2004-08-21T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T22:08:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahahaha =) I loved life yesterdae. Wellx. So dismissal was damn early. And yeahhs mann. Before that we had English Speech &amp;amp; Drama class. Yayness. Melly is now Pop. Whee. So yarhhs. Am hyper! Hm. Then Claire, Melly, Chan Yi, Jolyn, Yue Er, Li Ann and me went to Coro to eat lunch. Shared the food. Lemon chicken rice. Boinkayys. Then we were looking at these toys in a shop and suddenly realized it was raining and that -pointed look at someone around here- we had been abandoned by Melly and CY. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So haha. We all gundu samy larx. Li Ann and Yue Er they stay under their umbrellas and help carry our bags. Li Ann look so cute wif three bags slung across her. You go gal! Haix. Den Claire, Jolyn and me act crazy run across the overhead bridge in the downpour. So fun! Ahahahaha x) Got all wet of course. And evil pok Melly and CY go laugh their asses off. Ah wells. Must have been a funny sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus so bloody freaky. There was this old guy. Fine. Young guy. And I was sitting next to him. AND Claire was trying to make me fall onto him. Argh. Got enough of that liao. Dun remind me about de HCJC guy okae. Ha. All bogged lyke siao lorhh. Whee. So basically we arrived at MacRitchie and bloody hell it was still pouring so the run postponed. Yayness x) Get to miss more class liao. Saw Bo Hui there and she wun believe that the run was postponed at first until Sabrina told her. Boliao queen. Aha =) Yulin arrived. Whee. So den we left for Orchard again. So FUN on the bus. There were these three guys who were ogling at Claire. And Melly was evil. She wrote Claire name and handphone number on a piece of paper and Jolyn passed it to one of them. Lyke OMG. Whoa. That lucky guy called Wei Hong he already 19 and he is studying mechanical engineering I think. Thats what Melly said lar. Wo0t. He thought we were 15. Yayness. Budden is it good to be counted as 15. Ah wells. Who gives a damn. Shud be good. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Neoprints wif all of us in it. Hm. Joanna, Sarah, Louise and YZ joined us sia. Yayness. So we had lots of fun yeahhs. And we bought de rock chocolate. Rocks rockk. Haha k nevermind oO Mad fool is me. Waha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love the Neoprints. Stuck one on my handphone. Yep. Hey Claire! Good luck wif Wei Hong k. What happen to the EN guys ehh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109301081830224011?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109301081830224011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109301081830224011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109301081830224011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109301081830224011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahahaha-i-loved-life-yesterdae.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109297278178284070</id><published>2004-08-20T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T11:34:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guh. So yesterday was totally bad. **** I just wanna clarify something wif you alright. That is with regards to your nick. Which conveniently happened to be I am a ***** according to Jayne here. Um. Like since when did I call you that. F*** myself if I said that but anyways in your eyes I am already a sl** so who the heck cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sad =( Argh. Budden of course like CY said suicide aint a solution. Whats the point of ending your life just cos you got this person who gets on your nerves all the time. And uh. Sorry Sarah for being such a prat yesterday. I was bloody pissed so I din really pay any attention to what you were lecturing me about reflecting. So yarhhs. Its my fault. I suck mann. How could I lose my temper so easily. But there is like all this stress and it really gets to me just so bad so I guess I dunno what to do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Am in the com lab now. Melly and Claire are wif me now. Guh. Want to thank them for the care yarhh. ^^ Like even though I was in such a fu*king bad mood you still endured and etc. Love you both and of course the rest of you out there. Hahas. And Sarah I just wanna apologise to you again. Er. Yup. Joanna Lee thanks to you too okae. At least you din blow when I did. Haix =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so erm. **** just calm down okae. If you wanna pick fights fine. But just dun let it go too far. I know its tough being the youngest yeahhs. Just jia you alright. If you wanna call me anything just do it. I can just uh. Whatever. And do bring your Math stuff otherwise that stupid teacher go do THAT thing and den die liao. Ohh mann. If you carn let go of this bad thing we got between us then nevermind. But can I ask something of you. Just dun sae that I am that sort of person again alright. Its like really bad. Yar. Thanks. I sound stupid and bitchy again. As usual. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. Malu and the rest of us all celebrated her birthday yesterday. Lana cakes rockk mann. Oh yar. She ordered lots of food from McDonalds so we were like eating and watching TV programmes all night. Mummy came home damn late lar. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh. LJC. What did Cedric mean by obsessed. And that quote was very explicit. If you wanna sae anything you dun need to keep it in until liddat what right. Haix. Open up like my friends tell me to. And dun suffocate yourself. Since what. The time we went to see that movie you been like very uh. Whatever again. Shit. Carn get any fu*king stuff out of myself. Bleargh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109297278178284070?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109297278178284070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109297278178284070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109297278178284070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109297278178284070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/guh_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109288422067217882</id><published>2004-08-19T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:57:00.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shit. Really feel lyke I am so gonna blow or something. Eurgh. K fine so Malu just called me. Er. My maid and I know she has a funny name. Whatever. So yarhhs. YAY. Pop is fine and Edward you were exaggerating. What did you mean by it was bloody and all that. You know it WAS NOT. And that Pop had only been **** in the leg. You and your rubbish. Ah wellx. K at least I feel slightly more cheerful. Just now for the first time in history I broke down. In History class. How ironical. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that just is not the end of problems. Yeahhs okae I am happy that Pop is fine already. But I still got ***** on my hands. The moment I come to school she picks this fight with me over a book. Like hello. A book. Wow. And moments later just because of what happened earlier I get filthy rubbish and the such chucked at me and what the hell. I am not your maid and I am not responsible for your rubbish. So dun ask me to keep on making trips to the bin to throw it away. THANKS. And let me remind you I am not gonna do all your stuff for you. Not least to say dun ask me to help you ***** during tests. Chinese ones. Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I feel better after letting out all the steam but I am still not happy. Argh. When will this life end. Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109288422067217882?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109288422067217882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109288422067217882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109288422067217882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109288422067217882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109288195450877599</id><published>2004-08-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:25:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right. I am SO happy. Argh. ***** WHAT THE HECK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU. Argh. If you want to call me all that just sae it out and why even bother to keep it in you lorhhs. Heaven. Guh. Carn be bothered wif you liao. Got better things to think about. Stop throwing garbage at me. Like I am some ***** or something. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit. The most important and worst news of all for today. Edward called me at 1 something last night. Er. I am updating this one day later k. Grump. He said ARGH. Dun feel like saying. Some other time. This is so ****ish and what am I supposed to do arhhs. **** ***** and everything that ****s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carn put any swear words cos den I will be unable to access my blog on the school coms. DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STINKS. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109288195450877599?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109288195450877599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109288195450877599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109288195450877599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109288195450877599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109273692073263967</id><published>2004-08-17T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:02:00.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Argh. Am feeling utterly depressed. Melly and Claire seemed so hurt when they found out about the big secret so now I feel torn and lyke I am never gonna be whole again. Did things have to turn out this way. I told you life sucks. Really mann. Anyways Melly and Claire I am so sorry alright? Sorry for not telling you earlier and sorry for hurting your feelings so badly k. I just hope you can rest assured that we will never have this sort of misunderstanding again. And I hope you know why I kept the secret hidden from you two. It was never meant to be that way alright? Please just understand that. Am sorry. Perhaps the email I sent you earlier on can correct things and that we can be whole once more. Remember that I never forgot you at all k. Just me and my stupidity again. Sorry once more. And hopefully we can build up the bridge that has been shrinking progressively. Shit I shall kill myself. And I dun think I have changed right. oO Crazyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand by the way ***** you better stop acting lyke you are so great and lyke you rule the world liddat you know. That was why I was dao-ing you the whole day todae. You ignore people too sometimes anyways so get a taste of your own medicine. Every other sentence that you say curses and insults and if you are in a bad mood you dun have to take it out on other people who have nothing to do with whatever you are frustrated about. You know how irritating it is. And I noticed that you simply adore blackmailing people so you better stop it cos people dun lyke it when you do that. This is for your own good. And if you dun lyke what I am saying then forget it. And ***** please do stop copying other people alright. It just IS NOT nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109273692073263967?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109273692073263967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109273692073263967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109273692073263967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109273692073263967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/argh_109273692073263967.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109271379399505876</id><published>2004-08-16T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T11:36:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guh. Edward was talking to our dear Joanna Lee and it was damn paiseh lar. He got such a big mouth sia. Anyways I was lyke OMG cos he was practically spouting yeahhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mann. Shall watch the Olympics later. I heard I missed the fencing finals. Dammit. Andandand tmr there is the synchronised diving finals at 9.30 in the morning. Obviously I am gonna miss that one too. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life just isn't fair. Lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tohellwithpunctuation =X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109271379399505876?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109271379399505876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109271379399505876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109271379399505876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109271379399505876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/guh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109265788210251153</id><published>2004-08-15T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T20:05:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lalala. Nothing much todae larx =X Just that Mummy wanted me to have private chess lessons so she hired Mehri to teach me. Lyke wtf man. But Mummy still rocks. Yayness. So there. Ahahahaha =)) Yo Jocelyn dear. You can read this too huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K nevermind. Gahh. Am bored. I know Edward came online just now and I bet you he talked to Sarah larx. Dammit. Dunno what crap he spouted as usual. A bad fate indeed. Lalalala am hungry. Shall go eat x) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109265788210251153?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109265788210251153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109265788210251153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109265788210251153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109265788210251153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/lalala_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109254897906888349</id><published>2004-08-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:01:05.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeahhs mann. So happy. Was at de National Inter-school Team Chess Championships 2004 yesterday. So fun! My friends and I met up at SAFRA Toa Payoh and den we hang around waiting for competition to start. In the mean time we just talk, eat and exchange news on the latest crushes. Ahh. For them lar. Me nonononono =) See I so good wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competition start den I lyke wtf mann. I play against Sarah Tai lorhh. Wah lao. At first I scared lyke die die liddat budden rite I think she even more scared. Every move she got pray to God wan. So I just calm down lair and guess what. I won. Lyke I din expect it lorhh. Sarah Tai her rating damn high actually. Lyke 1600 liddat I think. Wah am still surprised. Best of all I playing for de senior team. Whoa. Senior team and second table. Next to Shannon, my team captain summore. What did I do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am happy. We won the third place out of so many competing schools lorhh. Summore the trophy damn big. Hm. Gotta bring it back on Monday for prize giving in front of de whole stinking school. Eep =X Who thought of that idea stupid lar. And den I hope they dun call out name too so paiseh. Gahh. K nevermind. Am still happy. Wah lao the Olympics opening ceremony so nice wan. They got the rings of fire lorhh. Ahahahaha =) And den got the march past of all the countries. So sad Singapore one of de last but nevermind lar. Wah they showed centaurs andandand the gods and goddesses all so nice leh. Look so fake but actually they real. The olive tree too. Sigh. Love you all Olympians. You rockk. K nevermind =)) Am emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109254897906888349?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109254897906888349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109254897906888349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109254897906888349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109254897906888349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/yeahhs-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109249444809787109</id><published>2004-08-13T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:01:32.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yayness. The date todae is Friday the 13th! Wo0tsie. And here is a list of things you guys shud do todae k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Walk under a falling ladder&lt;br /&gt;Cross the path of a black cat&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the center of a busy road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahahahahaha =) Am so evil sia. Yeshh mann todae is the Olympics I carn wait. Must count down liao. One hour plus to go. Yayness. Must catch the opening ceremony k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109249444809787109?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109249444809787109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109249444809787109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109249444809787109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109249444809787109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/yayness_109249444809787109.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109230933909017163</id><published>2004-08-12T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:03:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am laughing. Joanna found a book on sexual harassment. And on Wednesday we had this really tooty class by Daniel Ngiow and he was telling us about his love life and his first crush, which was lyke, in junior college. Ohh mann. That is sho unnatural sia. K nevermind. That is cos he was and is gayy. Am biased =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Boinkayys. Sharon Ow told us about PMSing. So sianz. Taught Ness how to sms under de table without being caught. Ahahaha =) Am bad girl but I bloody hell care mann. Lalala. K wow time to go bathe. Shit larx. Ohh wells. Hm. And as a side note, Edward pls stop harassing me k. So there. Alright nevermind. Stop tagging stuff. Yeahhs that is way better and more polite. Argh whatever. Thanks for the prezzie tho. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109230933909017163?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109230933909017163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109230933909017163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109230933909017163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109230933909017163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/am-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109229266739513356</id><published>2004-08-11T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:04:01.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Really nothing much to say for now. Only that I think the feuds are dying, which is totally good yeahhs. Always wanted peace and quiet anyways. Jia you okae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Carn wait to talk to de others in school. I love this new music. And erm. Not cos of de lyrics okae. ARGH. Stop teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala =) Am happy todae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this moment my dreams will come true. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109229266739513356?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109229266739513356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109229266739513356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109229266739513356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109229266739513356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/really-nothing-much-to-say-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109222405765251999</id><published>2004-08-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:04:41.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gahh. Todae was so fun! LJC invited Ness out and she in turn, asked me out. Den me being who I am, I decided to get someone else to come with me, else I feel so extra lorhh. So I asked Salama and JLee. Hm. Unfortunately, Salama was already busy but anyways JLee was able to come so yeahhs. Yayness. By the way, JLee is Joanna Lee. Poofie. Wheex =) So Jo said she could come early. Wo0t. And she did. Came at 1.45 around there lorhh and den we started fooling around, watching DVDs and going on MSN. Ahahahahahahaha x) Den March was lyke so perverted, as usual. He was trying to do THAT specific thing WITH poor lil Jo. Aw mann. So anyways yeahhs, we shook him off. Not literally larx. Salama, please do relax. Yeshh I know you love March. Whee. Well, I do too! Yayness. K nevermind. Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I left quite early larx. We went to look for LJC at de appointed place. He said he was wearing grey and blue. So we looked for someone with those colours. Fine. We found him in the end. But what happen in between was bloody funny. Jo and I decided to walk down along de stretch of pavement outside Wisma Atria. Den we were lyke looking around and din really see anyone with that clothes description. Luckily Jo had sharp eyes and spotted this meek looking kid standing in the corner. And he was wearing grey and blue. Ahahahaha =) And we started giggling lyke mad. We sorta recovered after a short while though and took to watching him closely budden he suddenly looked at us and we jumped. K nevermind. That was exaggeration sia. I was kinda pathetic larx. Laughing away cos I din really expect that something. Dun ask me what k. Yeahhs mann. So he suddenly walked over and this is how it all went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJC:&lt;/strong&gt; Er. Hi. I am Jia Chen. You are Jayne and Joanna right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE KEPT SILENT AND SAID NOTHING BUT SHOWED HIM THIS TEXT THAT TOLD HIM HE WOULD HAVE TO GUESS WHO WAS WHO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJC:&lt;/strong&gt; I see. Uh. You are Jayne and of course, this is Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT. I WANT TO KNOW HOW HE GOT IT SO EASILY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; How the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeahhs...how on earth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LJC:&lt;/strong&gt; No larx. I was just guessing. Hm. So where is Ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TOLD YOU SOMEONE WAS INFATUATED WITH YOU, NESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Uh. On her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sort of waited and Ness came. So we went to Taka and started running from LJC. Lolx. Ran around the whole complex, rushing into women's shops and irking the customers there to no end. Hahax. Anyways after that we got kinda breathless and promptly set off for de beeg Mac where we forced LJC to treat us to one large pack of French fries, four ice creams and one large cup of coke. Jo and I devised this plan where we would rush to the seats first so that LJC and Ness could sit cosy together. Heeheehee. We din really put the coke to good use at first. We threatened to pour it on LJC den he got kinda pissed I think. Lalala. Worse, we went to steal his PINK hp and den Ness sent a msg using his phone to himself. Lolx. Boinkayys. Jo and I egged LJC to lean over Ness to get de hp. Plan? So he could fall over Ness and we would have the coolest show on earth mann. Anyways de Caucasian girls next to us looked mortified. Am serious and evil =) Shall die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4.30 we went to watch that darn freaky movie and Jo and I got so scared we screamed the daylights out of everyone. Jo you almost broke my bones from gripping my hands so tightly, thanxalot. Hahax. So yeahhs. LJC was laughing lyke anything at us. Humph. Anyways after that I started logging popcorn at him and one went right into his shirt. Too bad kid. Budden it was more of retaliation larx. After all, he did the same thing what. Lalala. Jo took an aim but I think she missed. Damn but nevermind. Jo rockks. -patpat- Yayness. Am hyper, lyke Melly. Wheesies. So after the movie, yeahhs, so sad but we had to depart for home. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a side note, in the cinema, Jo and I made Ness and LJC sit together again. Ahahahaha =) Oh and by the way, LJC, good you listened and you know. Invited her out yeahhs. But I never said anything about myself so hm. -bops- Lalala. Shall go. Am still happy duhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109222405765251999?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109222405765251999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109222405765251999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109222405765251999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109222405765251999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/gahh_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109211366065303443</id><published>2004-08-09T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:06:30.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely people. I feel so emotional. Whee. Thanks to you all who have been my best friends, close friends, whatever. Especially Joanne okae. And of course Melly, JLee, Sarah, Claire, Chan Yi, Li Ann and ever and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing by my side,&lt;br /&gt;I shall protect you.&lt;br /&gt;Whether I live or die,&lt;br /&gt;With you forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;So melancholic huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lazing around as usual. Ugh. Something on Discovery about guy stuff. Yuckk. Shall puke. And it is pretty late. Maybe that is de reason why I am so goony now. Ah wells. Boinkayys. Hm. Tmr me going for movie with LJC and Ness. Oh and I shall invite JLee, my dear sis-in-law. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Love everyone here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109211366065303443?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109211366065303443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109211366065303443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211366065303443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211366065303443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-national-day-lovely-people_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109211146180043898</id><published>2004-08-08T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:06:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lying around doing nothing but looking closely at my handphone for no reason. I was just thinking about Friday. Hm. I din really wanna say it de other day budden Leo started stalking me. Stoopid. RI guys are despo. Humph. Okae anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the archery range and shot some arrows. Did 5 rounds got 13 arrows either close or right spot on the target. Yayness. Then I went to de beach. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up nice little shells. Conical ones are nice but the Queen Mary is nice too. And the Triton shells too. Boinkayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rockk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109211146180043898?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109211146180043898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109211146180043898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211146180043898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211146180043898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/lying-around-doing-nothing-but-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109211091069941664</id><published>2004-08-07T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:07:28.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Arhh. Was supposed to go to Nanyang Primary School with Melly. Sho sad tho cos I found out that Mummy wanted to take the Friday ferry to Bintan instead of today. So yeahhs. You guessed it. Me in Bintan now. Nothing much happen larx. Just that on the ferry there was this really cute 14-year-old British kid sitting next to me. Lolx. K nevermind. Shall not be a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic shows are nice. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109211091069941664?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109211091069941664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109211091069941664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211091069941664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109211091069941664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/arhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109178114279069497</id><published>2004-08-06T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:08:07.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lalala. De problem is almost solved. At the very least I did admit something to Joanna yesterday. Haha. And den todae so comfortable liao. Lolx. Anyways you two made it up oledi yarhh. Now keep it that way okae? Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae was a total mad house. Spent my whole day roaming around with Melly. Wahahahaha. She thought that she lost her book so we went around looking for it and found out later that Sufie had it. Whee =) And Sabrina has a damn good voice. Jia you arhhs x) Ahahahaha. And Uncle Jack is funny. Boinkayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school Melly and I went to see Lily about some stuff. Ahahahaha =) Well of course me and not her. Den afterwards de golf team and I decided to go for training on our own accord. So fun! We went to Pizza Hut to eat first and Ying Ling provided the cash. Natalie and I shared one Hawaiian Pan. Yayness. So we were talking happily about our CCA when this group of RI guys came in. Ying Ling was becoming starry eyed when I felt this tap on my shoulder. I looked around and realized in horror that there was this spiky haired guy standing behind me. And his hair was dyed brown. Funny. Ah wells. And this was how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey hi. The name is Leo. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What do you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; May I have your handphone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What? Are you demented? Why ask me? Mind your own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Can we at least be friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; And why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; Because you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAILS OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Go away now will you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AWARE THAT THE WHOLE OF PIZZA HUT IS WATCHING THIS FIASCO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Him:&lt;/strong&gt; -mutters- Because I lyke you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;UTTERLY CENSORED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. That guy is a despo mann. What is wrong with me. Argh. =X From now on I shall avoid such places where these people hang out. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after that I felt so paiseh when we were eating. So we were rather quiet when Xu Ou broke the silence and said that I better not get involved and strictly no bf until what. University. Lolx. But she herself got what. Lalala =) Lovely student councilor. Wheesies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During trng it was so totally fun. Jason was not around and Ying Ling was sho sad. Aw. She got a major crush on him. Ahahahahaha =) So yeahhs. We lolled around and instead of hitting the balls, we threw them. Even Ying Ling and Hazel lorhh. Moohahahahaha x) Den we had some more fun reading and showing each other our handphones. The seniors have de most interesting msges. Bwahax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hung out at Toa Payoh Central. Fun. Know where to get food and clothes now. Lolx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109178114279069497?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109178114279069497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109178114279069497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109178114279069497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109178114279069497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/lalala_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109167724489170265</id><published>2004-08-05T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:10:32.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boinkayys. There is lots of trouble going on at de moment and I really dunno what to do. Humph. =X Shant say what huh. Argh. You two arhhs better make it up k else I am gonna break. Lyke Melly her old nick what. De more you take, de more you break. Or something liddat larhhs. Ahh. I have amnesia. Dammit. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo. Am sad. When are those two gonna make it up and be friends again. I really hate cold war. And lyke what Claire said, I really am stuck in the middle of it all. Budden rite all of you, even you two yeahhs mann, will be my best frens ever and always k =) Love you all hahahahaha x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okae. Feeling better now that I poured all the stuff out. Ahahahahahahahahaha =))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109167724489170265?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109167724489170265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109167724489170265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109167724489170265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109167724489170265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/boinkayys.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-10916181410190376</id><published>2004-08-04T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:11:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Argh. Nothing happen todae. Except Olivia Chee made us stand for what. The whole of Science. Two periods. Humph. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae anyways me using new CPU now. Yeahhs mann. It is nice but I have one problem. The font is way too big sia. And my blog looks really funny. So I guess I shall have to take back my old one. Aw. =(( And another thing. My old CPU is already in Mum's office. I prayed like siao that she wun see the chat logs. Shit larx. Budden rite God always answers prayers. Thanks so much mann. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound funny. Ah nevermind. Hm. That loony friend that Christopher has is now a nuisance. Look, he calls me what. Three times a day. And on my handphone. =X What if Mum finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon let us eat away for PCCG today. For once she kinda rocked. A bit. No more, no less sia. And she told Ness to sit next to me. So from tmr onwards I wun see Davina anymore. -sniffs- But ah wells. -huggs Ness- POOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Died for love huh =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-10916181410190376?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/10916181410190376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=10916181410190376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/10916181410190376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/10916181410190376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/argh_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109159032309816307</id><published>2004-08-03T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:11:44.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okae. So lyke really nothing much happened todae except poor Claire was sick. Heyy Claire if you are reading this, I just wanna you get well soon k so can see you in school. Haiz. Dun come tmr me no happy k. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mogie, one of the lame poks in his class was changing and he did it in class. Ugh. Anyways everyone wanted him to go to de toilet but he lazy marhh. Den got a young and totally pure teacher walk past. Female k. And saw de stoopid guy when he was taking his pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complete the story ya? x) Lolx. And Sarah, you must jia you k and dun give up no matter what. And Jolyn, you must cheer up alrite? Gimme that big smile! =)) -huggs Sarah and Jolyn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;I sit in the park where I dwell,&lt;br /&gt;For this boy I love so well.&lt;br /&gt;He took my heart away from me,&lt;br /&gt;Now he wants to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;I see a girl on his lap,&lt;br /&gt;He says things to her he never said to me.&lt;br /&gt;I ran home to cry on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Not a word to mother was said.&lt;br /&gt;Father came home late that night,&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;He saw me hanging from a rope,&lt;br /&gt;He took his knife to cut me down.&lt;br /&gt;And on my dress a note was found:&lt;br /&gt;Dig my grave, Dig it deep.&lt;br /&gt;Dig my grave, From head to feet.&lt;br /&gt;And on the top place a dove.&lt;br /&gt;And remember this, I died for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Died for love =))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109159032309816307?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109159032309816307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109159032309816307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109159032309816307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109159032309816307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/okae_109159032309816307.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109152317937477302</id><published>2004-08-02T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:13:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whee. Finally got a new handphone. Nokia 3100, as promised. Yeahhs mann. And my bag looks a bit dull coloured but okae larx. A Walkman bag from Mummy. Okae now me watching Pirates of the Carribean. Lolx. This dialogue is pretty funny. Hm. Two stupid soldiers ya? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW COMES WALKING DOWN THE GANGPLANK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey you! Stop right there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW STOPS AND TURNS AROUND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; This deck is off limits to civilians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; I am terribly sorry, but I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A few seconds later, there is this really weird part. Take a look, gentlemen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; Aye! The Dauntless is the power in these waters, true. But there is no ship as can match the Interceptor for speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah. I have heard of one. It is supposed to be very fast. Nigh uncatchable. The Black Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; -laughs heartily- Ahaha! Well, there is no real ship as can match the Interceptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; The Black Pearl is a real ship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; -sneers- No. No, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; It is! I have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART CHILLING PAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; You've seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! I have seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; You haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; You've seen a ship with black sails that is crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; -sarcastic tone- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; But I have seen a ship with black sails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; No ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails, therefore couldn't be any other ship but the Black Pearl. Is that what you are trying to say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW RUNS OFF WHEN DE TWO ARE NOT EVEN PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S1:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S2:&lt;/strong&gt; As I said, there is no ship that can beat the Interceptor -turns to the now inexistent Jack Sparrow- Where-?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOLDIERS REALISE THAT CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW IS GONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you make of that? Holy smoke. =/ Okae nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109152317937477302?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109152317937477302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109152317937477302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109152317937477302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109152317937477302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/whee_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109133756378707072</id><published>2004-08-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:49:05.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lalala. Nothing to do mann. Bored bored bored. Was talking to Barfie and humph. Laugh at de fact that me laptop was down sia. Poof. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am excited. Mummy say can get new handphone and bag later. Which bag? -pokepoke- Shud I get OP or what? North Face quite nice but a little on de masculine side so that is a problem. Or lyke what my fren recommended. De sling kind and looks lyke sports bag that sort. Cylindrical ya? Quite okay to me. Hm. Handphone I know oledi larx. Nokia 6610 what. Black frame or white? Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many problems. Moohahahahaha. Kayy whatever. Sylvie struck again. This time he went to pester Yue Er den me and Salama go warn her say carn talk to him cos he always go for young maidens. Kayy pukepuke. Not young larx. Whatever. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall skip chess today. Or shud I? Dunno. Later Ignatius kill me den how? Shit larx. Cos Mummy today got meeting so she dun finish until 4 and den chess start at 2.30 dammit. =/ Aiyah. Skip den skip larx. Got so much work to do some more. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence pervades the once noisy atmosphere. Stupid bulldozers outside de house. Whole neighbourhood cannot tahan liao. Poof. Noisy. Yeahhs mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o___0 Talk of the devil look what comes here now. Argh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109133756378707072?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109133756378707072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109133756378707072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109133756378707072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109133756378707072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/08/lalala_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109128191731454820</id><published>2004-07-31T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:47:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am laughing my head off. x) Gaby tried to threaten me lyke siao on his blog lorhh. He summore go take time to find out who I am. Dammit farni. And I still not scared of him. =)) Go look at his lovely tagboard. I linkked him sia. Ladida. Wheex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall die giggling away. My handphone got into de water so now got to change cos it was bogged right through. Yayness. Malu rawks. =)) Shall get Nokia 6610. Or de camera phone one? Shit dunno larx. -taps head-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIN JUNJIE CAME TO NYGH YTD. AS WELL AS THE YES 933 DEEJAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayness. JJ sings quite well what. And I dun think he gay. x) YES 933 deejay some ppl say quite chio. Emjay sae her name is Lin Ling Zhi. So yeahhs. That concert totally rocked. JJ comes from ACS Independent and YES 933 deejay from NYGH itself! Whee. So sad had to leave at 3.30 budden rite got CCA and golf totally rawks! Yeahhs mann! So we had chips and drinks. Chocolate too! -munchmunch- And what happened ytd in golf? You can guess from my mood! Wheex. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand Gaby if you think I am scared of you just think again wun ya? You dunno me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109128191731454820?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109128191731454820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109128191731454820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109128191731454820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109128191731454820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/07/am-laughing-my-head-off_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109115760468945166</id><published>2004-07-30T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T14:48:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeahhs mann. We had de most interesting Chinese Speech &amp; Drama lesson todae lorhh. Lyke, we had to act out any scenario we wanted. So I was doing with Sarah and JLee larx. Duhh. x) We decided that Sarah would be Mummy, I would be Pop and JLee would be de daughter. The scenario? JLee would want to go out, but she would have to ask our permission first. Bwick! =)) And here is how it all goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL:&lt;/strong&gt; Can I go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: &lt;/strong&gt;Erm. -thinks- Okae. But must ask Daddy first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;Orh. -shuffles towards me- Daddy arhh. Can I go out? Pwease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;What? -strains forwards-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;-exasperated tone- Can I go out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;J:&lt;/strong&gt; To where? With who? What you ppl gonna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;To cinema to watch movie with frens larx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;Ahh. I see. -pokepoke- What frens? What movie? What cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;-close to tears- School friends. You wun know wan. Lord of the Rings lorhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;Why I wun know wan? I your Pop you know! -scowls-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;Harh? -furrows brow in confusion-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BLOODY TEACHER HITS THE DAMNED XYLOPHONE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;Harh? Aiyah. Okae larx. BUT! Go ask your Mummy first arhh. And behave yourself okae?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;Yay! Okae! -shuffles over to Sarah- Pop ask me to ask you whether I can go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: &lt;/strong&gt;What?! Ohh. Wait and lemme think. -trails off-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLOODY LONG PAUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: &lt;/strong&gt;Ahh. Okae. With who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;Frens lorhh. What else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;S: &lt;/strong&gt;Boy arhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ARGH. SOMEONE SHOULD HAVE BEEN MENTIONED AT THIS POINT. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;JL: &lt;/strong&gt;-says nothing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ANOTHER BIG AND EVEN FATTER PAUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;TEACHER TELLS US ENOUGH OLEDI. HUMPH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh. Nice? Wheex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109115760468945166?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109115760468945166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109115760468945166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109115760468945166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109115760468945166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeahhs-mann_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109109318096368813</id><published>2004-07-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:03:14.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Guh. AMC todae. Easy. Budden rite I was sniffing all the time. What is wrong with my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am sad. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nothing happened todae. Boring. Yeahhs. Only thing was that the moment I entered class this morning, our dear Sarah screamed my name so loudly I think George W Bush might, with a chance, have heard it. But ah wells. Sarah &amp; XY. Wo0t! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ah wait. Qiu Yun told us about finger line reading today. And I could have died. According to my hand, I am gonna have a steady career, so-so love and uhhh, what? One kid? Two? Ew. -grimaces- Butbutbut Yulin gonna have four aniwae. So I still okay what. Boinkayys. Melly gonna have three, Claire two or something. Bwick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hate de History test todae. Dammit tuf. And XY bombards us all with questions about Sarah. Lolx. JLee and I think they gonna tie the knot next time. Wheex. Crap got so much homework to do lorhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chinese Essay &amp;amp; Powerpoint Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Science File&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Geography Assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109109318096368813?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109109318096368813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109109318096368813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109109318096368813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109109318096368813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/07/guh.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109264983513634379</id><published>2004-07-28T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:50:35.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hahax. Todae totally rocked. At least in de afternoon. Yeahhs mann! So I still had a high degree in the morning. Nothing to do except to make myself cold with icy towels. Eep =/ Nahhs. Dun wanna talk about that no more. Bwick. Went to school during recess. Said hello to everyone. Poof. Answered the same questions over and over again. Lolx. =)) Thanks Yue Er for caring so much! -huggs- Whee. Help me make nice comfy seat lorhh. With de cushion! Boink. Lalala. Yulin also quite surprised to see me and said I should not have come to school. But I was okay what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Poof. Yayness. Followed Claire around de whole damn school. Someone -pokepoke- kept skipping in delight. Poor me go run after her lyke siao lorhh. Humph. x) -grins anyways- And yeahhs, thanks to you too. And Yue Er, Melly, Ying Ming, etc. Wheex. Poomph. Sharon Ow was nice. Told us about how her name originated. See, her Chinese name is Ou Xiu Hui marhh. So make into Hokkien is what? Bo hui. SBL. Lalala. Den she say last time got alot of Sharons cos it was supposedly a nice name lorhh. When everyone knew about Sharon Au's existence, it was promptly confused with Sharon Ow. Den everyone go lyke what? "Aw mann, we have a Sharon Au in our school!" When it was Ow, not Au. Poof. x) Oh yeahhs. Sharon Ow said that there were many variations of her name lorhh. Lyke, Au, Aw, Ou, Oh, etc. And de whole class was laffing away. Oh yarhh, Sharon Ow said she knew someone by the name of Ivan Leong Dick Long. No comment. -passive look- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; loved it when it was time to leave for de stadium. I paired with JLee! Yayness. Sarah could not come. Aw. Poor XY. Wheex. As a side note, Sarah owes me an explanation why she wanted to intro me to XY. Argh. =X Oh wells. Gave Sarah a nice hugg before we left. Funny. Thot Sarah dun lyke to be hugged. Esp that time LS try hug her. Funny. =/ Yarhh. Kayy so on the bus, we were sitting at de back. JLee, me, Melly, Claire and Char, my nephew! Boing. Sang Beasts Of England and really spoilt Sharon Ow's ears. Aw. Den I kept on yelling "Bo Hui!" or "Sharon Oh!" or "Oh, Sharon!" Lolx. Bad me. Boinkayys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At de stadium I spent half my time smsing. Lolx. Budden those stoopid Corp ppl wun let us go to TCHS side, nor they come over. So carn meet all those fellas. Poomph. But kayy nevermind. Dun really care. I din go there to meet them, just to spend more time with Melly, JLee and Claire. Lolx. And cheer for Joanna Chng. Spent quite some time cheering for her till we got all hoarse. Slightly. Wheex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jas caught a frog and I gave it to Lithalda to look at, who promptly cringed. Lolx. Am evil. Nothing else more just that I left early, at around 1645. Had an entourage of Melly, JLee, Claire and Eli. Wheex. Love you all pals of mine! -muackz- Lolx. Kayy I really mean it, in the good sense, yarhh? x) You make my life rock, you ppl! -huggs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109264983513634379?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109264983513634379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109264983513634379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109264983513634379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109264983513634379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/07/hahax_109264983513634379.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7763923.post-109092444477093554</id><published>2004-07-27T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:46:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kayy yeahhs. This blog layout totally rocks. So happy I found it. And with Sarah's help too. Whee. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am happy. Shall edit blog layout some more. Boinkayys. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So about todae. I was not feeling in de least bit well, so I left school at what? 12 something lorhh. And I realised once again how strong de bonds we have forged over the past months are. My frens were lyke, all saying bye liddat lorhh. Love you all! -muackz- =)) And Claire posted something really sweet on my old blog. De snow-star one lorhh. Lyke, Claire you rock kayy? And dun worry so much about CCA. Way more to life den that ya? Yue Er, you too! Sub me ya? Lolx. =)) -huggs yc-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kayy so I got to miss Math. Whee. Heaven is so kind. Dragged JLee with me. Well, she came quite willingly. Not surprised. Who would want to stay and look at Daniel? Ohh mann. Bwix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hm. Lately I have been getting along really well with YM lorhh. Yayness! And as a side note, for de Chinese Culture grp, we all meet next Thursday yeahhs? Whee. 111 ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7763923-109092444477093554?l=starion-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/feeds/109092444477093554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7763923&amp;postID=109092444477093554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109092444477093554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7763923/posts/default/109092444477093554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starion-.blogspot.com/2004/07/kayy-yeahhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Starion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00363110996694400796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
