<?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-34076722</id><updated>2011-09-09T01:41:15.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uponthatstar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6378497252049874565</id><published>2009-09-20T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T03:32:42.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really cant decide on how i'd like my last post here to begin. The backspace button isnt helping and neither is my pea sized brain. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Had SAAP last night. Laughed till I literally choked. Awesomestest &amp;amp; loveliest people ♥&lt;br /&gt;Yay, bf's cupcakes were delicious. We shared a huge tub of frozen yogurt as usual. SAAP always makes dessert taste extra good! Oh, kath, xy, jer, short and I had two huge tubs at holland just last sat haha. Miss you jiang! Met bf to shop last wed. Haha, we got so excited over buying lots of nice food. Braved the rain to visit jer and short at rochor w awesome popiah. Anw, we make such a bad duo when its raining cos, she's afraid of lightning and i'm afraid of thunder HAHA. And i kept calling her by her full name accidentally. OH xinying haha. Walked from orchard to bugis on a school day faints. Yay cant wait for tuesday!!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thankyou for your really sweet card today puffer fish! Hope you didnt break your new furnitures today, fatty haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to Cage on the phone for really long. Just like we used to while we were back in Cedar! :D&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the good ole days for abit. And all those little dramatic things which happened in the past which seem really amusing and insignificant now. I think when really gross things happen, it'll help knowing that years down the road these seemingly major happening could be just another phone conversation joke. Really takes the burden off you and your gross happenings. Sometimes when you think that your shoulders are carrying the burdens of the world, you should just shrug, stand aside and watch. Maybe then, you'll realise that you've been carrying an imaginary load cos, the world still seems to be spinning with or without you. Ought not to take yourself so seriously sometimes! Afterall, life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon stage and then is heard no more.&lt;br /&gt;"Come what come may,&lt;br /&gt;Time and the hour runs through the roughest day."&lt;br /&gt;Ah macbeth, my memory hasnt failed me yet, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodluck studying or pretending to study and, happy surviving darned school everyone. 50 days to the start of A's and 74 days to the end of it. Then, life begins yet again hooray. I shall have a dramatic goodbye speech haha yay.&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog, you've been faithfully there rain or shine but, i'm afraid its time to say goodbye. Greener pastures with controlled viewership calls. Takecare. I promise to visit! (: So nostagic, sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August 2006 - September 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously&lt;br /&gt;give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A return to love - Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6378497252049874565?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6378497252049874565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6378497252049874565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6378497252049874565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6378497252049874565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-really-cant-decide-on-how-id-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7082341037635431419</id><published>2009-09-14T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:43:17.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know the old saying on how you should never laugh too much cos, you're bound to cry thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those latter moments after a rather awesome day. Hits you like a big yellow bus in tech savvy means, surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I'd given fate a shot, I wouldnt be left feeling like this. But isnt fate the very path you take to avoid it? I should stop justifying myself. Even after all this while the way it gets to me, annoys me like hell. I'm sure you feel way worse, sorry. I dont regret but, theres just somthing else I cant seem to put my finger on. Maybe its better left that way.&lt;br /&gt;I should go bathe. Good run with juang earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Its the dream aftraid of waking that never takes a chance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;"Today, my boyfriend gave me a poem saying "Roses are red, violets are blue, rubbish is dumped and so are you." FML"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some else had a worse day than you! I feel so sorry for her ohmann stupid boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7082341037635431419?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7082341037635431419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7082341037635431419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7082341037635431419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7082341037635431419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-old-saying-on-how-you-should.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-916624710473713912</id><published>2009-09-10T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T00:23:00.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did the peanut feel alot of pain?&lt;br /&gt;Because it was assulted (A salted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mutton's jokes are not funny today ohmann. My lappie's so slow today. It caught the joey disease haha. Opps, sorry joey. Ohoh, bf and I were talking abt GG and we got so terribly excited just now. I feel like watching it all over again right now. awesome blair and chuck. If I could be a fictional character, i'd be blair and bf will be claire and we'll rhyme haha.I think all my blood is rushing to my tummy cos I ate so much. Cant seem to think straight. Studied w kathykong, jer and bf at icon. We ate like whales omg yay maxwell porridge. Got productive only at the last hour from 8.30pm to 9.30pm. We're so lousy at shutting up and studying. Talked abt Ris low again haha. Visited juang and pufferfish in the morning to disturb them. Made juang jump in her seat HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Met Horny and varru at town yesterday. Good catch up time yay! Miss you guys already :D Shopped too woohoo. Oh i'm so happy for horny haha. Omg so exciting. Keep us updated ah! Visited kathykong thereafter. Meet eighthalie dear too!&lt;br /&gt;Spent tuesday with mabel,joey and pufferfish! Impromtu plan. Eew i dont like shopping at ion. Too many floors haha. Nice conversations, as usual. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking about the same things over the past few nights. Do you think you'd ever have to make really difficult decisions in the future which go against the very morals and pricipals which have guided you thusfar? There are bound to be a few of such scenarios right? Lie in court to save someone really dear? Do you think a mistress ever wanted to be a mistress? So was it her fault that she fell in love with a married man? Blame her heart? I think i was just very disturbed by how coco ended up as a mistress despite hating them and despite falling in love with him even before he was married. Circumstances sighs. You never know what the future beholds. oh the horror ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the future ... 60 days to A levels. Haha i messed up the previous countdown. Sorry, i dont take maths. I'm going to school tmr ohmann. Applying for study leave tmr haha yay. So you think you're too cool for school huh. Dreading monday, as expected. Sleep inducing lessons gawd. Alright I should stop whining and do some work now. sad noise. Actually i feel like watching tv!! oh i watched SI, Americas got talet, moment of truth, bachelor, without a trace continuously till 2am today morning. The whale couldnt drag herself off the coach haha. Btw i think i'm the only idiot who cries while watchng americas got talet. Its so touching to see the ultimate joy and elation on the faces of the people who get a shot at living their dreams. Tugs at your heartstrings sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i must study mustard must! Trying to study is so tiring gosh. Hello friends go try and study alright jiayoujiayou (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nailbalm! :D&lt;br /&gt;Exco should meet soon. miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What's worse, new wounds which are so horribly painful or old wounds that should've healed years ago and never did? Maybe our old wounds teach us something. They remind us where we've been and what we've overcome. They teach us lessons about what to avoid in the future. That's what we like to think. But that's not the way it is, is it? Some things we just have to learn over and over and over again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-916624710473713912?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/916624710473713912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=916624710473713912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/916624710473713912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/916624710473713912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-did-peanut-feel-alot-of-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1933095447378912965</id><published>2009-09-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:32:07.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like cutting my throat and nose out. HAHA yuck. Flu sorethroat! sad noise.&lt;br /&gt;I havent done anythg productive in 4 awesome days woohoo. 60 days to A levels hooray. I've become so immune to counting down that I dont feel the slightest bit of worry haha. So dont count down okay!&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition just now and the same annoyingassholic guy sat beside me. I was praying he wouldnt sighs. Thankgod the moment he sat down, I stood up and moved to the empty seat beside. He's damn sick and damn omg disgusting. He makes my hair stand. Even despite moving, he touched my hand while passing me the wksheet. Arghh (omg jer i forgot to tell you that part!) I wanted to stand up and scream okay. You wouldnt want to know what else he did. I'm never going for tuition on sunday again!! So upset. Okay i should stop talking about cos i'm starting to feel really worked up.&lt;br /&gt;Met jeralyn after tuition and we went to cathay to visit kathykong. Then we headed to pomo for green tea matcha and then to wilkie starbucks. Studied for 10mins and talked for an hour plus. Had Rochor beancurd and butterfly thereafter. Yay. Miss you already dear! Had SAAP on saturday. Favouritestest people yay! Shan and I were such hypocrites cos, we ate popeye's fried chickens despite being anti KFC. Haha damnit cage. Bf'S not going to eat KFC anymore too yay! I like their biscuits and mash potatoes yummy. Anw, after that, the whole horrible plan they had began ): I had to wear the cedar trackpants (cos i lost the pink bands bet) and this huge "hug me" board thingy, and get 18 hugs from strangers. Omg right. Jiang you are so dead on your birthday, watch out man haha. Thankgod I didnt cry okay. HAHA. I had to say, "will you hug me, please?" It was so embarrassing and I just wanted to dig a hole and hide. Okay so I got 9 hugs from nice ladies cos, i refused to hug any guys yuck. Anw saap was nice and gave me the other 9 hugs. That was not all. I had to find for jiang and jesai w nice cage, kathykong and kellyFAN. They went to hide -_- Finally found them. And then, i had to find for my presents!! Haha, they are so cute srsly. I had 18 doughnuts as my cake. So sweet! Thankyou SAAP (: I dont think I would have done such an embarrassing thing for anyone else, really. And thankyou for the presents too. They gave me a really pretty fleece blanket so, they'll always be close to me. Aww so sweet. Many loves &lt;3 Sleepover soon yay! Oh and thankyou for the pretty heartplaque choopsie. I put it next to the picture corkboard thingy that you gave me on my 16th birthday haha :D Takecare yanying! Hope you get well soon, miss you!&lt;br /&gt;Had bio paper on friday. I was so busy trying to hide my black nails and remember my index number throughtout the entire paper. Awesome shizz. Was so distraught throughtout the entire paper. Okay whatever. At least, its over hooray. Caught coco before channel w juangjuang and milmil thereafter. The critics ought to be shot! We thought it was an awesome show. Go catch if you're interested, really. The only part that I didnt like was that the part that kept on smoking throughtout the entire show! She would have lived longer if she didnt smoke sighs. I must catch september issue and TTW! Anw had awesome thai express and tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Swiss authorities have issued a death warrant for 3 offending wolves originating from Italy and France that violated Swiss law by killing more sheep than they should." This is so stupid seriously. Its not like they told the poor hungry wolves the quota to hunt. Poor wolves sighs!&lt;br /&gt;I read this somewhere. People in the past had more loving and stable relationships with the people around them cos, they carefully put their thoughts together and wrote letters instead of rash smses and emails. "You can crush a million letters trying to write the perfect one but, one never does throw his phone away." Makes so much sense right! technology and its hazards. This week's Time mag talks about the decline of cursive handwriting and "what happens to your social networks and cyberspaces after you die". And I hope I never get kidnapped cos, i dont want to the police reading my big box of letters and going through all my private stuff! That would suck terribly. Kathleen, imagine the police reading those letters from you when we were in sec 2!! The extremely funny sgt pq ones HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to stay home tomorrow yay. And my mum made spaghetti for me! I still have 2 cakes and 8 doughnuts in my fridge. I cant decide if I should go for a morning jog or swim tmr. I've to do a essay by tmr morning though. I'll figure something out. Okay, goodnight friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Maybe Romeo and Juliet were fated to be together, but just for a while, and then their time passed&lt;/strong&gt;. If they could have known that beforehand, maybe it all would have been okay. I told Mrs. Snyder that when I was grown up, I'd take fate into my own hands. I wouldn't let some guy drag me down. Mrs. Snyder said that I'd be lucky if I ever had that kind of passion with someone, and that if I did, we'd be together forever. Even now, I believe that for the most part, love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending...most of the time. And that sometimes, despite all your best choices and all your best intentions... fate wins anyway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-1933095447378912965?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1933095447378912965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1933095447378912965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1933095447378912965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1933095447378912965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-cutting-my-throat-and-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1479123737832564454</id><published>2009-09-03T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:25:45.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite not wanting to celebrate turning 18, I cut 4 cakes today. And none of them were planned. Aww, everyones so sweet today that sometimes I feel so awkward being surrounded by so much love haha. Like, I dont know how to express my thanks haha sorry dears. Thankyou everyone for all your manymany well wishes and calls. Thankyou MG for catching me by surprise at home while I was still in my pinkpyjamas, for the VERY thoughtful presents, for smashing my face with cream (Okay so yall finally got your revenge haha), awesome buffet and most importantly, for your presence and love. ♥ Thankyou peiting and wynn for catching me by surprise (yet again) just an hour ago. Caught up, bitched, looked at old pictures, rolled on my bed and laughed like shiat. 12 years and more ♥ &amp; thankyou familyyy :D &lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I really did enjoy turning 18 haha. &lt;br /&gt;You forgot but, i dont care really. No i dont. yes i dont. &lt;br /&gt;Birthdays come with way too much unspoken expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall try studying for tmr's MCQ bio paper now sighs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-1479123737832564454?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1479123737832564454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1479123737832564454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1479123737832564454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1479123737832564454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/despite-not-wanting-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7982142989965798198</id><published>2009-09-01T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:51:03.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant keep away from blogger for long. Lousy me. Anw, my mum came in a moment ago to whine. She was saying that my radio is too loud and blahh. I just ignored her. And then she said, "eh can you hear me?" then, i said, "No i've got selective hearing!" Then i started whining about my lost pens to her. And she just ignored me and started walking away so i said, "eh mummy can you hear me omg". Then she said, "No i've got selective hearing". HAHAH then we both laughed. So lame. Anw, the point of tt story was to say that all my new awesome uniball pens just grew legs and ran away. I'm so upset now cos, i've no black pens at home! Thats such a good excuse to not study tonight haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Teachers Day and happy 1st sept! Hope you heard the 12noon chime despite the pouring rain. I msged ms gp chew, ec chew and mrs chng to wish them today! My favourite teachers' names start with C, cool. HAHA Anw their replies were so sweet and nice. I think gp chew is the utimate role model for teachers. She plans to set up some kind of voluntary social svc in the future. How cool is that. Mrs chng's a really good friend whom i'll be mtg tmr evening, during tuition -_- Oh i forgot to msg my favouritestest teacher today; my mum. Okay, i shall wish her after this. &lt;br /&gt;Met cage at nlb today. Oh before that I shared my umbrella w an old lady and helped her get to intercont hotel. She was really cute and kept saying, "Bless me bless me, oh i mean, bless you bless you dear". So cute omg. Anw, we ended up studying at berrylite and had fun w the really short lamp post thr haha. Thankyou for the card cage! So sweet. Bird loves you (: Btw, cathay was like filled w cedarians yesterday. I miss wearing cedar uniform. They looked so happy prancing ard in it. Meet syl, the over achiever too haha. And I collected my new specs last night. I look like Fay the frog srsly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating chubby hubby and cookie dough from B&amp;J. Oh saap, lets go for chunkfest the following sat! (:&lt;br /&gt;Anw i hope my neighbour fries dumplings tonight and pops by house to give me some soon hehe. I'm so hungry now cos, my mum only made fruit salad tonight. It was really good and I had three bowls though hah. Bf says that i'm going to spend half the day tmr in the toilet cos apparently eating lots of fruits tgt is a way to detox the body. (detox=diarrhoea) West coast plaza better have clean toilets HAHA okay this is so gross. &lt;br /&gt;I like the current weather. I think it keeps you really clean and happy haha. okay goodbye, i shall go steal my sister's pens now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven, hell, limbo, no one really knows where we’re going or what’s waiting for us when we get there. But the one thing we can say for sure, with absolute certainty, that’s there are moments that take us to another place, moments of heaven on earth. And maybe for now, that’s all we need to know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7982142989965798198?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7982142989965798198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7982142989965798198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7982142989965798198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7982142989965798198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-keep-away-from-blogger-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8784680954314968603</id><published>2009-08-30T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:58:53.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Many people don't know that the human eye has a blind spot in its field of vision. There is a part of the world that we are literally blind to. The problem is, sometimes our blind spots shield us from things that really shouldn't be ignored. Sometimes our blind spots keep our lives bright and shiny. When it comes to our blind spots, maybe our brains aren't compensating. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe they're protecting us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we tend to forget how brittle relationsips are and how everything can be oh so easily replaced. Ex best friend, ex boyfriend, ex husband ... We tend to fool ourselves and entrust our lives with people whom we trust to safeguard it rain or shine. People whom we trust to be a constant in our lives. But people being people, are full of surprises and just when you think you know someone inside out, surprisesurprise. Its so hard to believe that everyone has their fair share of hidden skeletons in their closet; so damn hard. And when these people walk out of our lives, we helplessly watch it crumble and fade. Never rely on someone else to live. Never rely on someone else to constantly be there to save you. Never forget that you're the only constant in your life and you're your own hero; saviour; wonderwall. (: We all need these timely reminders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risked being fined today by carrying a huge durian cake on the mrt haha omg. Must catch coco before channel, time travellers wife and up real soon! I've still yet to watch requiem for a dream and virgin suicides ugh. Gossipgirl is back hooray 90210 season2 too! Oh the horror of such distractons. No, i shall be a strong disciplined young lady and carry out my 10week-slow&amp;amp;steady-mugging-programme as of tmr! I mustwillshallcan do it and prevent cramming at my favourite 11th hour yay. Okay, this is quite exciting haha. I really dont think its too late yet. If you havent already started, just start tmr okay. 70 days to A's. Jiayoujiayou! (: We'll all survive.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to shop/work/learn ballet/read/volunteer/travel in peace, knowing that I didnt screw up the slip termed as my 'future'(whether i believe its really my future, is another story altogether).&lt;br /&gt;Oh tmr shall also be the start of the stop-looking-like-a-cow-and-lose-some-weight programme. Aye but eating healthy is so expensive you know. Apple chips and salads are so pricey. Le sighs. I shall think of skinny bf and, tiffy&amp;amp;jer who are counting calories too, to keep me motivated. Doesnt misery love company? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting kathykong at cathay tmr. Cage, xy and jer are dropping by too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh drink a huge glass of luke warm water every morning to detoxify your body and achieve good complextion. It really works yay. Alrighty, happy september everyone. Favourite mth of the year haha. I just hope 4th sept comes after 2nd sept and i get to miss my bday cos, i'm dreading it like crazyyyy. Whatever happened to being seventeen forever ): I dont want to be legal i dont want to grow up. Sad noise. Ohwell, all the best to those taking their prelims in the coming weeks! You'll survive just like I did haha! Poor bf has phy geog paper tmr. Cage, go study okay! (: Goodnight, i shall eat some really healthy&amp;amp;yummy yogurt now!&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i'd be blogging for awhile so, dont waste your time checking this space okay.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8784680954314968603?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8784680954314968603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8784680954314968603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8784680954314968603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8784680954314968603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-reallyreallyreally-long-post-just.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8668617703306089565</id><published>2009-08-30T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:12:05.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-JdfPl_TYHo (part one)&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CeMAGETY2hs (part two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're bored and have nothing better do (like me), consider watching royston tan's short film on spore censorship(above)! Pretty entertaining with a clear message. Btw, its was ironically filmed at the carpark of The Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vj32MEkq00c &lt;br /&gt;Sabel Soh, this is for you HAHAH. Something in your favourite language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've ten minutes to blog. I hope it stops raining by the time I leave home. Oh oh its raining cos the moon goodess and shepherd who only get to meet once a year, just met last thursday and are really upset to part! ): Ask mildred for more info! Haha, we spent 4hrs talking about the seventh month. Oh, prelims are almost over. except for human geog and bio mcq papers. Kinda survived, i guess. Fell sick last thursday and got a 22dollar MC. Ouch. Had dinner at holland with a third of A02 on thurs! Spent friday with awesome Icons! Met my mum for dinner in the evening! The lady beside us thought we were collegues and she asked me if I was eurasian. Yeah totally haha. Made new specs HAHA. Shopped. Had an enlightening spore lecture yesterday morning. Met jer, xy and tiffy at the awesome cow's stomach again! H2H with jer again! Yay, awesome company for the past few days. Oh and my mum made chicken pie and almond jelly especially for me. Aww. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, heres all the awful bits. My phone's jammed. Spoilt whatever. Sighs. Cabbed home from rochor last night. Never get into a cab when the cabdriver calls you "a beautiful young lady". Pukes. He stopped at every single traffic light and a journey which wld usually cost me 5bucks at most, cost me a painful 11bucks. Sighs. Omg so much more but its okay. I shall just forget about it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg before i'm late for the millionth time. Goodbye friends. I think i'll blog again tonight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8668617703306089565?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8668617703306089565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8668617703306089565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8668617703306089565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8668617703306089565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4366574349259946420</id><published>2009-08-23T20:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:23:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Juangggg! (:&lt;br /&gt;Its so strange how we had oh so many opportunities to get to know each other well last year but didnt till recently. But better now then never right! Yay, lets swim again soon and take stupid deformed pictures in the water w mil. And btw we have yet to reach our 5k a day goal. Haha. Flyer&amp;amp;icecreambuffetyay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky is so pleased with her self made green tea milk that she doesnt feel like studying anymore. Its so delicious omg. It taste like starbuck's GT frappe w/o ice. I think i'm going to get a stomach upset from it later cos I mixed strange things tgt. ohmann&lt;br /&gt;I've been having strange dreams again. Last night it was abt my mum dragging me to the sydney opera hse to watch MICE sing!! I was so disgusted that I almost puked and the blue light lit washrooms were so gross. On Friday night it was about mtg broom while she was having a candlelight dinner at COLDSTORAGE with her TJ friends. Then somehow jer and benjamin came into the picture. I need to read up on dreams soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I cut a few dresses yesterday cos I realise that I dont like them and will never wear them, anymore. What a waste of money right sighs. Anw, I made good use of the cloth all round the house and one of it is used to cover my lappie Haha. Shd have sold it at some flea. Went for SMU flea w yanying on sat. We cldnt find what we were looking for (HSM song haha). It was so crowded faints. Miss you tyy! (: Rushed to my gp's hse for extended family portrait taking. It was pretty strange and abrupt. Good food though!&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Kathykong and jer. Some people; cant live with them, cant live without them. SAAP lubbxx euux many. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thou has to return to lonely king lear. ):&lt;br /&gt;Four more days to go. Hooray. Ren. Jiayou everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4366574349259946420?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4366574349259946420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4366574349259946420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4366574349259946420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4366574349259946420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-juangggg-its-so-strange.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7367561150266471325</id><published>2009-08-20T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:09:38.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mary said that, Mother Teresa once said : "We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls." Mary is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty awesome day. (: I dont know why. Mabel and I were so so close to being late for the ec paper though.(I warned her rgd my punctuality way in advance btw HAHA) I should just be a shareholder of comfort taxis, srsly. I think I love being home alone to the extent that I've just no heart to leave it. Met J and Bf at awesome rochor in the evening. Its like my favourite mystery place cos I always seem to be able to find my way there and find my way to some far away busstop by walking aimlessly. We tried studying in an awesome cow's stomach, had awesome rochor tauhuey and other awesome food. Oh and some awesome story sharing sessions too. Yay, i love my awesome friends. Anw, so it started raining when I got on the bus and daughtry started singing. So peaceful yay. I like bus rides on rainy nights. Oh and just when I was thinking abt how i'm going to reach home all drenched, my awesome mum called and insisted on waiting at the busstop for me. Aww so sweet right. Cant rmb the last time I was fetched home with an umbrella! Yay, i like today. So blessed, so&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Its 'swim and study' day with pufferfish and juang tmr, hooray! I cant decide on whether I shd pon tuition tmr sighs. Reading fml.com always cracks me up but, its so cruel to find joy in others sorrows sighs. Ohwell I shall go get some supper and read great expectations. Talking to Bf has made me so determined to finally read it! Goodbye friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know the biggest day of your life is your biggest day, not until it’s happening. You don’t recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you’re right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there’s not enough time because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;perfect &lt;/em&gt;days. You just know, it was a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7367561150266471325?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7367561150266471325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7367561150266471325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7367561150266471325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7367561150266471325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/mary-said-that-mother-teresa-once-said.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7370914515046894995</id><published>2009-08-17T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:05:00.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went to war with a cockroach which flew in from my window, for the past hr. Trojan war part two. Was talking to kathleen over the phone and just when we ended our convo, I turned and saw a freaking huge cockroach (the kind with winx wings and legs like models) on my couch. Anything but cockroaches and lizards. sighs. The last time I killed one was in sec4 using a really thick magazine. Its contents spilled all over omg. Okay back. Sprayed baygon all over my room. And its legs dropped off while I was trying to sweep it away. Its long. hairy. legs. freaking. dropped. off. Desite having just two legs, it was still alive and kicking. whyohwhy are you so strong. I felt a little sorry for it but, hate and disgust overwhelmed any form of pity. Aye and I had to clean up the mess in my room. Stupid small thing ): Wheres mummy when I need her! tsk. I can still feel its presence. Faints. I feel so sorry for whoever who just wasted their time reading this.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm never going to eat big fat black pepper sausages for dinner again. Yuck I feel like I just swallowed a cow and its still stuck in my oesophagus. poor cow poor me ):&lt;br /&gt;What a strangestrange day. oh, and yay one paper down. The stupid fan was trying to blow all my papers away grr. And I was amused thinking about what a sight it would if be all my nine loose sheets flew away half way during the paper. Haha. I shall bore myself with econs now since fb isnt loading. (I forsee myself falling asleep in 10mins) Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be – white dress, prince charming who’d carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming –they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important, happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and once in a while people may even take your breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7370914515046894995?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7370914515046894995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7370914515046894995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7370914515046894995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7370914515046894995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-went-to-war-with-cockroach-which.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-74515349291315992</id><published>2009-08-16T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:24:22.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger is so screwed. I must migrate to wp soon. sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the right words to tell you 'I told you so'; the right words to say 'I told me so'.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having strange dreams lately. I was involved in some murder in one while, I forgot my own birthday in another. The latter was pretty hilarious. I was starring at my phone and saw that it was 4th sept while, doing my bio mcq paper, and screamed. So drama, Ha. I keep missing 11:11 ): So unlucky sighs. Dear God, please give me the strength to survive the coming weeks of papers and the perserverance to not give up half way. I'm terriblyterribly unprepared but, just let me survive it, prettyplease. Please dont let my books eat me up. ): They look like really pissed at me for not touching them. I'm such an ill disciplined disappoinment.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I blog, I'd better have some positive news rgd my education, if not, i ought to visit the railmall tracks. Okay kidding. I dont have the courage please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play the overhead bridge game again soon! Cheap thrills ftw. (: Anw I caught ms tie smiling to herself at town ystrday HAHA. Okay i'm determined to get study leave and keep away from school at all costs. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel like i'm wasting my life away right now. Like theres another plan for me which i'm itching to fulfil but, i dont know what. I get a feeling I wont end up doing familylaw or psychology. I'll do sthg which i'd never thought i'd end up doing. Isnt life always like that? Sometimes I reallyreally wish a rich prince in shining armour will sweep me off my feet and we'd do lots of social work tgt, save the poor &amp; sick w his fortunes, adopt lots of kids and live happily ever after in Africa or sthg.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop thinking so much. Monsoons and mkt structures call. ):&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;/But with you theres no guarantee&lt;br /&gt; only expired warranty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-74515349291315992?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/74515349291315992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=74515349291315992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/74515349291315992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/74515349291315992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogger-is-so-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6984810900073475006</id><published>2009-08-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:48:20.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12:34:56 7/8/9 &lt;br /&gt;I think its really sad that the world could look forward to this time, tmr, for a reallyreally long while, to just see it flash before their eyes in a second, literally. Dont you think numbers look really mysterious sometimes? They are so easily manipulated, its scary. Just 9 digits can form an entire subject. Ohmy. Okay i just reminded myself why I dont take maths anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school till 17th! Heavenly. My ezlink card needs a hiatus from living at the GO. &lt;br /&gt;If only I had the discipline to do a lifestyle fast like maryyy. ): &lt;br /&gt;Why do I get the feeling that i'll be as unprepared for prelims as I was for cts? And history will just repeat itself for As. woohoo &lt;br /&gt;I need to start studying seriously for prelims. My mum will be hysterical if she sees anythg below a C. I need to stop day dreaming and pretending to study. &lt;br /&gt;I need to do so many things, my goodness. I need to sleep, eat, diet, shop, exercise blah. Ohmy, conflicting objectives. sighs. HAHAH, what a sad life omg.&lt;br /&gt;starbucks friday! SAAP national day saturday!(: Family gathering.Town sunday.Happy Nationl Day. Fireworks. Happy belated varru! Happy early bday broom! &lt;br /&gt;Aye, I feel really bored and tired todayyyyy. oh but at the same time, thankful that I survived these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for giving me constant reminders across this week that blood will always be thicker than water and that I should never rely too much on someone. Such timely reminders, they were. Though some of these reminders were sent in hurtful ways which left me in an embarrasing mess of tears, I'd rather this happen sooner than later. And I was also reminded on how sometimes I overreact so unnecessarily and how having such unrealistic expectations of others kills. What a happening week, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i dont really feel like blogging anymore. Haha. The muttons are really funny today!  &lt;br /&gt;I shall have my raspberry cheese cake and strawberry milk for supper now! yay yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The little boy I watched throwing pebbles into the empty fountain [...] You could tell that he had too much wisdom for his age. Probably he believed that he wasn't made for this world. I wanted to say to him: If not you, who?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6984810900073475006?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6984810900073475006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6984810900073475006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6984810900073475006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6984810900073475006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/123456-789-i-think-its-really-sad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7849761472447994620</id><published>2009-08-04T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:35:56.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was such a bad morning that it ought to go down in history. ): And what makes me most upset is not having the pink band anymore. I'm sorry saap ): Anw. Woke up really late and contemplated not going to school for really long. (watched desp houswives n stepford wives last night btw. I'm taking As next year, trust me.Hah) Anw, ms chew told eve she'd come today so, i glumly decided to drag myself towards the other end of spore. And not surprisingly, i was late for the 4th time. My awesome ezlink card was confiscated. I bet the councillor was masking his grin when he glanced at my ezlink photo. Damnit. Had to meet vp at conference room. Met P on the way there. He scolded me for folding my sleeves and for the pink band. Omg pink band ): I felt like crying while taking out the pink band HAHA seriously okay. I think what jiang said was really true. Though we all kept complaining abt it, it always reminded us of each other. And it kinda grew on me already. Aye ): Anw, so vp lectured for awhile and thankgod he let me off. Went for econs and realised that ms chew wasnt there. So there was really no point in going to school. UGH. ponned the following two redundant lessons. Jogged with joey! Oh and our bitchy civics tutor made a horribly bitchy comment yet again. Tomorrow shall be confrontation day! So you think you can say as you please and get away with it? You can hate our guts for all I care cos, we've all pretty much lost any bit of respect we ever had for you. Such a disappoinment! Sighs. Socially irrespondsible ppl ought to be shot. Yesterday, there were three really stupid sec sch boys who playfully spilled sugar all over  their tables and chairs at macs and shifted over to a new seat. And they kept laughing about it really loudly and using the F word [I dont understand why people can use such a crude word so happily. Its a different matter altogether when people say it to express anger].If thats you idea of fun, I feel really sorry for you! The poor cleaner had to clear up after them!! I just kept glaring at them and one of the guy said, 'see what see' in chinese. And I stared so hard that I thought my eyes were gonna pop out and said, "I think yall ought to clear up this place!" And they were speechless. And I really hope zhou will be as speechless tmr. Actions have consequences. You can choose your actions but you cannot choose your conequences. sighs. Ohwell, but the day did get better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its photo taking day tmr. Photo taking was such an exciting event in Cedar. HAHA. Our informal photo was dabomb last year! It'll be so weird not being at the foyer facing the super blinding flash tmr. All those council, cca, class, oac ldrs phototakings, where we had to rush and change! Oh the chaos. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Dear god, please let tmr be a better day. (: oh cage just helped me buy a topshop voucher from ebay. Haha, yay shan. Btw, puffer fish keeps rendering me speechless day after day, moment after moment. And I know that misery loves company and you just love to force me to come to school right!! HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY PINK BAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7849761472447994620?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7849761472447994620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7849761472447994620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7849761472447994620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7849761472447994620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-such-bad-morning-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1776250106574401995</id><published>2009-08-01T11:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:01:21.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you make the same old wishes at 11:11 and you open your eyes to see that its already 11:12, do you feel the slightest bit of worry and regret, hoping you hadnt been so naggy and more straight to the point? Greed in its infinite manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, its the 1st of august; chime at noon time (: &lt;br /&gt;Godma's surprise bday party later. St james flea tmr. I miss saap. School's such a waste of time. A02 is an awesome class! Juang and I had three tau sar piahs yesterday and one everyday, for the past week. Yay three cheers for sweet nothings and a whole of calories. I wish I was in hogwarts with harry. At least, i would have saved Dumbledore. And i can be hagrid's bestf and play with his drangons. Oh and i'll have so much of dessert to eat! Btw, we smuggled a whole roast chicken into the theatre! Hah. two weeks to prelims. I wish I could borrow harry's time turner. Anw, pufferfish said sthg really funny on her blog. "She forced me to stare at the star-less sky and say, yes, i see stars!" HAHA, omg she makes me sound like an idiot. But reallyreally, the harder you stare into the dark sky, the more stars you see. Nobody wants to believe me. ): I'm going to prove my point someday yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that god is fair, really. But sometimes, i cant help but doubt my belief. I know its wrong but I cant help it. Seeing the hurt that goes around, love seems so unfair. I hate how love makes people so self sacrificial, how it makes one put their own pride down. I hate how one can end up so hurt in it. I hate to see it bring people down and destroy them esp, when they are my friends. I think its so unfair how loving deeply can bring with it so much hurt. Its so so unfair. Wheres all the joy and peace its suppossed to bring? If you love someone, you'll never feel angry at them, you'll feel disappointed. You wont hurl insults and cry red hot tears of angst, you're heart will cringe, ache and tear. But sometimes, these theories dont stand. Cos reality and simplistic ideals always seem worlds apart. People are complicated and so is love. I guess? Everything happens for a reason, perhaps. Yes, j&amp;I are going to be psychologist and figure them all out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, mb i'll decide to migrate to newzealand when i'm 25 and be a farmer! Yay, then i can grow and eat kiwis &amp; grapes all day. But even then, i'll have to watch out for the pests, eco control, diseases, seasons, irrigation, floods, droughts, demand, supply, mkt control etc. Oh sighs. Nvm i'll think of sthg. okay goodbye! I love saturday mornings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-1776250106574401995?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1776250106574401995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1776250106574401995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1776250106574401995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1776250106574401995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-when-you-make-same-old-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8472152248540955939</id><published>2009-07-27T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:14:47.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Vicky,&lt;br /&gt;It will be even more difficult to concentrate today because you'll be far more interested in playing or daydreaming than working or getting the family chores finished. Take the family out for a movie, it is a good day to enjoy a great flick or get out to a park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, even my fb horoscope is in cahoots with my plan to pon tmr. But sadly, the above description kinda applys to everyday of my life. At least, i'd save some moolah by not cabbing from lakeside since, its become my latest hobby. Seriously D:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've a confession. I read through 5 pgs of notes over the weekend. So much for resigning to fate and deciding to conform. Ugh. But gawddd, everythg's so boring and I dont know why but I keep having this impression that its all ohsoeasylemonsqueezy and repetitive. Okay, i need to stop whining and justdoit really quickly and get it done and over with. Afterall, its the results that are going to freaking matter and noones gonna make excuse for you by saying, 'oh its okay cos, you didnt study'. People will just say that your stupid for not studying. &lt;strong&gt;So much for striving towards your dreams and living each day like its your last.&lt;/strong&gt; If I die today, i guess, i'll actually be pretty much happy with the life I've lived thus far. At least, i didnt waste it away doing redundant crap which I'm bound to forget the moment a voice says, "pens down". I need to stop justifying myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still listening to Walking on broken glass but, I dont feel the slightest bit happy. It just reminds me of ballet and how much i'd love to be somewhere else, living the life of a ballerina. Or just performing somewhere. Last year, this time, we were preparing for NewZealand trip which was in a weeks time. Aint the grass always greener on the other side? Anw, the word Happy is so overrated. So, is the word Upset/Sad. Why isnt the word Neutral overrated? Why do we always tend/assume to swing to such extremes? Whats with my critical attitude seriously? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, just a few minutes ago, the new national day theme song was aired on the radio w/o any introduction blah. My sis said, "eh, who's this song by?" And I said, "huh sounds like coldplay." HAHAHA, what an insult to coldplay srsly. I ought to be shot. Stupid school's ruining my mood. ughh. So much so that I almost forgot about the awesome late aft/evening at clarkequay. Ohwell, thou shall get a grip of thyself soon and conform to the harsh reality that lays before thy. It cant be that bad, right? Afterall, freedom lies in one's state of mind and beauty in one's perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The sun's still shining in the big blue sky&lt;br /&gt;But it don't mean nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh let the rain come down&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow through me&lt;br /&gt;I'm living in an empty room&lt;br /&gt;With all the windows smashed&lt;br /&gt;And I've got so little left to lose&lt;br /&gt;That it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass&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/34076722-8472152248540955939?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8472152248540955939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8472152248540955939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8472152248540955939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8472152248540955939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/vicky-it-will-be-even-more-difficult-to.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8899214745734171399</id><published>2009-07-26T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:11:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make-a-wish time! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sadly this aint no coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday I felt like I was living in a durian shell and today I feel like i'm in patrick's pineapple house! Eee why do the fruits at home have such strong smells omg! okay, i'm starting to smell chicken rice. Yay, mummy's once-a-week homemade meal! woo. I'm surprised to be awake so early. Listening to walking on broken glass can make you feel really happy in the morning. :D Haha. Flea yesterday was alright. Sometimes when I buy things I dont even know if I really like it or am I just buying it for the sake of spending money. Sighhs. Ate into next week's allowance again. HAHA, splurge on weekends and stinch on weekdays yo. Anw, I finally saw for myself yesterday, how I constantly need people to reassure me to make me feel good about myself. Omg thats so sad and horrible right. okay, but I dont really want to feel good about myself, so whatever la. HAHA. Alright, summary-of-week time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I see pretty Ariel on tv! under the seaaa!:D Okay, lets make this a quickie. Went to Holland to eat cold rock. But, ended up eating 3 plates of zee best oyster omeletes, chicken wings, cheesecake and frolickkk. Puffer fish kept saying that 'god will punish me' for playing with my food and saying horrible jokes etc but, strangely it was her who almost tripped twice on the way home and walked into a pole!Haha. It was such a happy MG monday! (:&lt;br /&gt;Met Jer at cathay. Yay, my favourite tuesday buddy. Had my weekly green tea frappe staple. Oh we met two really weird&amp;gross guys. wlao, they asked if we wanted to hang out with them. More like hang them please. Anw, we talked&amp;talked&amp;talked abt future, school, life etc(futurelovesex HAHA) till late. Yay, nice conversations keep me going. &lt;3 TAAP next tuesday with xy and cage too! Omg wait, I hope there isnt econs lec, shit. Wednesday was rush home and sleep day HAHA. Studied in school till late on thursday. Juang's dad gave mil and I a lift home. So nice, hee. Survived lit after school on fri with lots of nuggets. Haha. Puffer fish came over to my house thereafter and we went to pop by Rama Thai to surprise Juang! Haha. Then, mil and I had a nice evening walk to maxwell while looking at wedding gowns. (: Yay I had the best maxwell porridge in the WWW and she had some wanton thingy with really yummy soup. And we had a really nice mango sago dessert that came in a ICE BOWL. Coolios (haha). Watched sunset while eating. Walked home. Played hide and seek (HAHA?!), named my soft toys, showed her my primary school pictures (HAHAH), taught her how to see stars, watched 'fireworks' and ate ice cream. YAY (: Met yanying, shan, xy and jer at flea on sat. No saap though ): Hello pink bands people, being such determined cedarians, obviously noone's going to lose. So, lets just take it out soon okay!! Haha (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I should go start some work after watching The little mermaid! (: Yay. Kathleen's not going for tuition laterzzz boo ): Oh but jer is (: and it'll be so weird seeing woonshit on a sunday. Its weird seeing weekday people on weekends. Haha. Ohoh, i had a really long and nice chat with my mum last night. We talked abt clubbing, clothes, her past, her friends, her love life etc. And she said, that its alright if I dont do well for A's, but she just wants me to know that I tried my best. So sweet right. And I dont think I want to do family law anymore, I shall be a psychologist and figure out the strange human mind. And i get to study overseas too. Yay. Alright, jiayou everybody. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8899214745734171399?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8899214745734171399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8899214745734171399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8899214745734171399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8899214745734171399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-wish-time-haha-sadly-this-aint-no.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6988551630526080869</id><published>2009-07-19T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:46:44.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SmIc_ESauCI/AAAAAAAABzc/JzfPdWFe8tw/s1600-h/saap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359878376332638242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SmIc_ESauCI/AAAAAAAABzc/JzfPdWFe8tw/s400/saap1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Happy Birthday Yanying! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Awesome SAAP full attendance. Ballet Under The Stars. Yummy Picnic. Pink bands bet. Cathay SB once again. Stupid forfeits and pledging video. HAHA. Yay, they made my week. I really hate the itchy pink band omg. But, no, i wont take it off first cos, i'm not going to wear Cedar trackpants to flea next sat!! HAHA, omg i really dont know whose going to lose first. I secretly hope its kathleen cos, I'd love to see her sing 'peeping through the window' in a yellow wig. HAHA, i'm sorry kathykong. HAHA. Anw, I think ballerinas are the prettiest people in the WWW. So talented, flexible, graceful, slender, slim, beautiful haiii. Yanying and I cant wait to learn ballet after As (!!(:) but, honestly, i think i'm too fat and ugly to learn ballet. sighs. Ohwell, hope the teacher wont give up on me. Haha ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohoh, i'm addicted to strawberries and grapes. woohoo. And guess what guess what! My cousin bought me a weeks supply of B&amp;amp;J cookie dough ice cream. Omg, ultimate favourite. yay, cookie dough ftw. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay, tired ttm. Goodnight blog. Maybe I should lock you up soon. Hmm. I'm looking forward to next sat already. &lt;a href="mailto:hateschooolzz91@hotmail.com"&gt;hateschooolzz91@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; ): ugh. Okay, i'm going to find a day to pon, next week. Hee. alrighty goodnight friendzxzx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YAY, PINK BANDS PEOPLE FTW ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEEEE! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;/You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;But I dont care for sugar honey if I cant have you&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/34076722-6988551630526080869?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6988551630526080869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6988551630526080869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6988551630526080869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6988551630526080869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-yanying-awesome-saap.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SmIc_ESauCI/AAAAAAAABzc/JzfPdWFe8tw/s72-c/saap1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-927445361355016533</id><published>2009-07-18T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:12:41.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the thought of the exciting weekend that pulled me through this grossly tiring week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally ran away from Ecs lect on tues to meet jer at Cathay SB! :D Met kathleen and tiffany there too. Cedar moment yet again. Hah. Then we planned some stuff at a magical table under the powers of some magical power with inefficient jiang HAHA. Studied, had a really really simple, diet friendly, dinner and, a nice hearttohearttalk. I love our hth :D We must eat sunshinemango, greentea matcha and durian pancake next week okay!! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was stay home and sleep day. Fever &amp;amp; headache due to lack of sleep. I diagnosed that myself btw HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Met bestfriend at Cathay SB on Thurday! Saw jer there too yay. (: We talked for almost three hours, non stop and pretty much abandoned our study plans. "It's really nice to have someone who has the patience and the willingness to listen, no matter how much I have to say. Someone who understands things from different points of view, someone whom I can chat with for such a long time without short awkward spaces for silence to fill, someone whom I can talk to about anything everything that comes straight from my heart without having to think, because I know she won't judge. And because she won't judge, it makes me feel so comfortable, so much better about myself. And she is the only one that can literally complete my sentences whenever I pause at a loss of words. Haha it's so hard to find someone like that right? Yay five years and counting! (: "&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its so hard to find someone like that right? I'm so glad I found you, kathleenkingkongyuting (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I embarrassed myself countless times in public that day. So much so that i'm immune to it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition today was draining ttm. Went to town with mildred, joey, jam and juang thereafter. Mini Retail Theraphy, hah. Met kathykong again (: Oh we had really nice peach potato salad! Haha and I had cravings for fried food which is highly rare. She said, 'Lucky we're not in the same school, if not, you'll make me really fat!" HAHA, ironically i dont really eat much in school nowadays. And i'd give anythg to be the same school, really! Sighs. Anw, yay i'm so glad for the way things turned out eventually today! TGIF woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;And ta-da weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Yanying dear! Its going to be such an exciting SAAP day (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just wait and see! Hee. Btw, its the 6th bday we're celebrating tgt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/Give me more loving than I’ve ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel better when I’m feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I’m special even though I know I’m not&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/34076722-927445361355016533?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/927445361355016533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=927445361355016533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/927445361355016533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/927445361355016533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-thought-of-exciting-weekend-that.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6632838153869186545</id><published>2009-07-11T00:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:15:14.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left my file in the canteen today. (Thanks jam [:) Left my phone on top of someone else's bag in the library. Left my Ez link card at the GO. (Thanks Juang [: ) I was late for school by like a few seconds?! Almost lost my wallet on my way home. I'm so out of sorts and tired today. And i'm really lucky that whoever who found my phone gave it to the librarian and, i'm really lucky that she called mabel. Actually, the funniest part of all of this, is that after each incident everything felt pretty surreal and i was indifferent. Maybe its cos, I found these things before I even realised they were lost. Blurrr omg.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Humans trying to play God is really disturbing. Joey and I were engrossed in the topic of God and tech today. Come to think of it, maybe flying was considered ethically wrong in the past too. Maybe the wright brothers were condemned for trying to play God, cos if God did intend for us to fly, he would have given us wings. But, God did create the wright brothers to invent the planes. And then, we just confused ourselves and kind of gave up running in circles.&lt;br /&gt;Mabs, Jam, juang and I talked about New zealand and drama fest over an early dinner today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm going to be vegetarian for a week, next week. Since I'm already avoiding Macs, KFC and fried chickens, i might as well give vegetarianism a shot &amp;amp; save some poor chickens and cows. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I watched a robin in our front yard. I thought by now that they should have gone, with winter 'round the corner, snow on its way. Surely something must be wrong. Then in that old oak tree I finally saw her, where she sat gazing down upon her mate. And the song that she was singing seemed to say, "I'll be here. I'd like to go, but your love's made me stay." He's got a broken wing, and thats why he cant fly. She cant leave him there, so she stays by his side. Oh you should have heard her sing. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They wont give up.&lt;/span&gt; It's just a broken wing." -Leann Rimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6632838153869186545?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6632838153869186545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6632838153869186545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6632838153869186545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6632838153869186545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-left-my-file-in-canteen-today.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2307464744381572909</id><published>2009-07-09T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:27:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The deafening silence and the constant clicking of your pen is strangely comforting at late, thought filled nights. Oh and so is the habitual midnight ice cream binge-ing. Woohoo. Flavour of the week is Caramel Macademia. Favourite.&lt;br /&gt;I've still got another gp essay to write on the nature of self absorbed young sporeans. Oh how thrilling. My nose feels like its going to drop and so does my head. Reminds me of the musician who had the fear of his head dropping. Ahh, &lt;a href="mailto:flusuckxzxttm@hotmail.com"&gt;flusuckxzxttm@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. ): I'm like a walking viral plague with a dettol hand sanitizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have really high expectations for ourselves. Expectations of yourself and others especially, where virtues are concerned. Expectations which complicate and burn you out while trying too hard to come close to. And you tend to doubt them all when differing sets are introduced. I'm a really lazy person who doesnt fancy trying too hard and complicated situations. So there I go, once again, trying to run away from them as fast as I can. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;And, I dont understand whats with the complication. I'm not interested in having one of those online relationships where you cant talk face to face. Thats so scary!! Friends say Hi, not run and hide. Theres nothing to run and hide from right? Omg, queer and funnyyy yo. Alright, i'm going to kiss my essay goodbye and go to bed. Yay, may it be a terrific thursday for everyone, esp yanying and kathleen. (:&lt;br /&gt;May my thermometer magically appear on my table tmr morning! Icantfindit ugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2307464744381572909?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2307464744381572909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2307464744381572909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2307464744381572909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2307464744381572909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/deafening-silence-and-constant-clicking.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3330202740036543112</id><published>2009-07-07T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:23:14.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlNyDmle8SI/AAAAAAAABzU/qBe8abgQLYA/s1600-h/IMG_6212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355749788096590114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlNyDmle8SI/AAAAAAAABzU/qBe8abgQLYA/s320/IMG_6212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Each day's a gift, not a given right&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So live like you'll never live it twice&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stones unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And try to take the path less travelled by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres something I learnt today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its that hurting someone no matter how valid the reason, makes you feel horrible ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3330202740036543112?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3330202740036543112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3330202740036543112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3330202740036543112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3330202740036543112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/each-days-gift-not-given-right.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlNyDmle8SI/AAAAAAAABzU/qBe8abgQLYA/s72-c/IMG_6212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4699597358526875434</id><published>2009-07-06T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T02:18:50.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy youth day :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy Exco day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a funny dream last night! Cater, i hope you read this. I dreamt that ms poon, kathleen and the other OALs were on news. And it was about ms poon showing off this new invention of hers; a static rope which could change colour to match people's favourite colour, to enable them to climb the rockwall better. Kathleen was belaying and her face had the 'whattheshit is this' face and all the others oals had the 'I want to kill poon' face (like the one we all had when she freaking pissed us off on day one of camp!). HAHAHA, omg. It was damn funny, seriously! I woke up almost laughing and spent awhile thinking about LTC, OAC, Belay school, QM, rockwall, LAC, campcraft, smellymelly helmets and cedar. I keep having strange dreams haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a lovely day spent with exceptionally lovely people. Haha. Kathleen was being such a pig in the morning. Right kathykong? Haha. Anw, we braved the rain at town using her britishindia cardigan meant for adventures woo! It was damn embarrassing omg. Everyone was like looking at us weirdly and my hair was all over my face and, we just looked like idiots. HAHA, as usual ugh. Met horny after a million years! (: Yay, it was so much fun. Felt like the good ole times yo. I made up a 'He damn jerk' song HAHA. Horny said, "is my ass bleeding?" Omg shahini why are you funnyyyy. Kathleen and I almost rolled on the floor laughing. &amp;amp;kathykong is the shopping queen who spent 1000 this month on shopping. She wins us all hands down. Haha. Anw, shopping was so thrilling. Omg the adrenaline rush woah. Thankgod horny was there cos, everytime I say "omg should I buy?" kathleen will say, "yahyah just get it!!" and vice versa. HAHA. We bought really pretty things woohoo. Yay, today was so much fun &amp;amp; I love them manymanymany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the strangest thing for bf HAHA and she's like so pleased with it. Ending of GG was so perfect cos, the two bestestcoolestprettiesthandsomest people on the www got tgt. Aww so sweet. Omg melts. Blair and chuck sighsss so sweet. Okay back to reality. I'm having gastric again freak. ): Okay i think i need to go and do sthg about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, guess what i had at 4am yesterday in bed! A huge bowl of banana split ice cream. HAHA, and then i fell asleep. The perfect way to get f.a.t and have sweet dreams. We were talking abt aneroxic people today and guess what, despite all the downsides, ill effects blah, i really look up to them for having so much of discipline. People can lose ten kg and I cant even lose 1kg. If only I was aneroxic or bulimic or sthg. Ugh. Haha okay shit, i bet people reading this will think i'm damn weird or sthg. Aye whatever. Touchpicnic laterzzz and ... !! :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/I see the sparkle of a million flashlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A wonderwall of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But the one that's shining out so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is the one right where you are&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/34076722-4699597358526875434?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4699597358526875434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4699597358526875434&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4699597358526875434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4699597358526875434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-youth-day-d-happy-exco-day-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8550046832145818286</id><published>2009-07-05T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:10:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sk-D895jkUI/AAAAAAAABy8/YJTzhBGZiwc/s1600-h/saap-neos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354643565398167874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sk-D895jkUI/AAAAAAAABy8/YJTzhBGZiwc/s320/saap-neos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355008873280784706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlDQMrz3SUI/AAAAAAAABzM/VLXf__ns2rc/s400/saap.jpg" /&gt;Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every Saturday evening, feels like being sweet sixteen all over again. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, please go eat claypot rice at chinatown. Its damn good, seriously. I had two bowls. With kueh pie tee, popiah and sugar cane juice. Anddd the fabulous desserts with the fabulous names (HAHA, kuchie kiwi, sunshine mango etc) at POMO are damn nice too. Nice food are to die for, literally. I'll just get fat and die but, its okayyyy HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm excited for tmr. Hoorayyy. And i've nthg else to say. Oh except that I hope tuesday never comes and, that I've got gp homework and DOM to read. Spoilers. ): But its okay cos, watching gossipgirl makes it all okay. HAHA, i'm going to marry blair and xinying can have chuck. But, we MUST shareshare okay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8550046832145818286?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8550046832145818286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8550046832145818286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8550046832145818286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8550046832145818286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/love.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sk-D895jkUI/AAAAAAAABy8/YJTzhBGZiwc/s72-c/saap-neos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2820103526422433861</id><published>2009-07-03T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:00:42.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yayyy, i'm so happy that I cant even get to sleep despite the extreme lack of sleep. Firefighting before every paper is extremely lethal. Omg. And tada its o.v.e.r. &amp;amp;, i feel really blessed that i managed to survive all the papers, really. Thankgod for some lack of courage and discipline which dragged me to school for the papers. Haha. Btwww, cabs are like vacuum cleaners. They suck all your money ): I need to curb my 'cabbing from lakeside' habit. I'm always so punctual for exams. SO punctual. Haha. ohoh, I made two friends on the mrt by giving up my seat to them. Old people can be so grateful sometimes. And I made friends with taxi drivers too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwwww, lunch with juang and juanita after bio paper today was so stress relieving. Met pufferfish, mabs and chewy at Island cremery soon after. Yay, teh tarik ice cream and the awesome company. (: Anw i'm so excited that the construction at the other end of the canteen is over and we can go back to our nice old early-months-of-J1 lunch tables by the carpark! Exciting days await. Haha. Shopping at ikea and balastier, meet yanying + SAAP in the evening! Shopping with kathykongy on sunday. family dinner. Touch picnic on monday and youth day date. Btw, its supposed to be exco day on youth day! The last time I saw them, the Dodo birds were still alive. D:&lt;br /&gt;I need to do sthg to my hair. Its damn boring omg. Cut. straighten. bald? ayeee mah fannn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, I've to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life seems like such a bitch and everything just seems so unfair. Its like as if everyones out there to get you and they just want to see you beak down and cry. I've said this like a trillion times before, but really, the world is not as cruel as it seems and, god is always fair. (: Cheer up okay. Faith wont fail you. So many people seem so upset lately. D: and its not because of the CTs! (haha not funny) Aye, sometimes I really doubt myself when I say things to cheer people up. I'll be so pissed off if I were them. Like wth, "everything happens for a reason"?! Come up with something more original please. I've such nice friends, really. Oh, thankyou for all the random jiayou, stupid jokes msgs. It really made a diff esp, on thursday night. So touchedzxzxz (:&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes its so much easier believing that people are really as innocent as they may seem. Its so disappointing to hear of ulterior motives, manipulative intentions and warped words. Ohwell. Aye, but who are you to talk about disappointments when, you're full of it to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to katy perry. Like :O right. Haha. Watch the 'thinking of you' and 'mannequin' video! Its really nice. Okay, i'm going to catch up on gossip girl!! btw, i lost my mouse pad so, i'm using a post-it in its place. HAHAH. Okay, xoxo, gossipgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355005049322057026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlDMuGdDrUI/AAAAAAAABzE/C7cvsg5J3OA/s320/IMG_6416.JPG" /&gt;Happy belated 18th Chewyoeyjoey dear (:&lt;br /&gt;I miss our long hearttoheart talks at grandstand while, everyone else had MT lessons last yr! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/Cause I know we swore forever&lt;br /&gt;But it seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think we're just too young&lt;br /&gt;To play these grown up games?&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/34076722-2820103526422433861?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2820103526422433861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2820103526422433861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2820103526422433861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2820103526422433861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/07/yayyy-im-so-happy-that-i-cant-even-get.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SlDMuGdDrUI/AAAAAAAABzE/C7cvsg5J3OA/s72-c/IMG_6416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-571023015770015142</id><published>2009-06-29T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T00:41:46.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I'm so excited now cos so many things are about to happen. Now, Tonight and tomorrow. Hahah. Omg, shit. omg, this is too exciting and i think i'm going to spill the beans everywhere and ruin surprises, as usual. anw, haiyahhh I've been having wardrobe malfunctions lately. I've gotten tired of wearing things more than twice. okay, new clothes, here i come. (after CTs D:) i'mscrewedforctsbtw.Hohoho. oh and i cant wait to watch balletunderthestars. I cant wait for the lady HAHA concert. HAHA, gaga. And i'm excited for the next flea. wts, thats so far away. Okay, S wants me to go, stuff myself with food to stop myself from talking too loudly and ruining things. wlaooo. HAHA, okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;I shall NOT post for two weeks cos, i'll be too busy FIGHTINGFIRE before each paper. I forsee two berryfairyyucky weeks. ):you'llsurviveyou'llsurvive. hooray okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-571023015770015142?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/571023015770015142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=571023015770015142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/571023015770015142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/571023015770015142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8821326635588502418</id><published>2009-06-24T00:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:50:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sky looks really pretty tonight. Its littered with specs of glitter. The harder you stare, the more stars you see. The sky always leaves you in awe. So does God. And so did new found understanding on the following sentence. (:&lt;br /&gt;But, once again, i realise that its these things that you dont have expectations of, that often leave you in awe. Somehow, expectations always leave you disappointed. The lack of it make you a muchmuchmunchymuch happier and a more appreciative person. Haha, really!! It takes a huge burden off others and yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty expressed by a artisit cannot awaken in us an emotion which is kinetic or a sensation which is purely physical. It awakens, or ought to awaken, or induce, or ought to induce, an esthetic stasis, an ideal pity or an ideal terror, a stasis called forth, prolonged, and at last dissolved by what i call the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rhythm of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." -APAYM&lt;br /&gt;I've new found interest on philosophy and astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm humpityhungry and i feel like having supersupper at merrymaxwell nownownow. :O (thats a hungry mouth!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8821326635588502418?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8821326635588502418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8821326635588502418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8821326635588502418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8821326635588502418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/sky-looks-really-pretty-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8170428360248470292</id><published>2009-06-22T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:37:28.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-gnBSgNxI/AAAAAAAAByU/AWpBPNDY9ew/s1600-h/4831_99501205823_598290823_2552979_4492633_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; 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HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168978008178546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eVs59_3I/AAAAAAAABwc/XOqVCustQ84/s320/4677_184320910245_841000245_7069893_5307350_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eVQG1m6I/AAAAAAAABwU/DdWIYNJvRx4/s1600-h/4677_184320930245_841000245_7069897_1642612_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168970277526434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eVQG1m6I/AAAAAAAABwU/DdWIYNJvRx4/s320/4677_184320930245_841000245_7069897_1642612_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eVFdw7UI/AAAAAAAABwM/h1_8_fU68lU/s1600-h/4677_184320935245_841000245_7069898_1341427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168967420898626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eVFdw7UI/AAAAAAAABwM/h1_8_fU68lU/s320/4677_184320935245_841000245_7069898_1341427_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eUgwNpCI/AAAAAAAABwE/TTrv_WjhVcw/s1600-h/n853445453_6165612_4306011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168957566166050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-eUgwNpCI/AAAAAAAABwE/TTrv_WjhVcw/s320/n853445453_6165612_4306011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heres a months worth of pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8170428360248470292?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8170428360248470292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8170428360248470292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8170428360248470292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8170428360248470292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/heres-months-worth-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sj-gnBSgNxI/AAAAAAAAByU/AWpBPNDY9ew/s72-c/4831_99501205823_598290823_2552979_4492633_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8579010138667013117</id><published>2009-06-21T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:03:16.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This hols is going to end when I finally get started with work. gdoubleodjob. Joey would have said, "can you stop singing every line!" HAHA. Anw, i'm finally kind of settled down after all the renovations. At least there aint anymore ugly boxes everywhere. Buttt, my study table and wardrobe is only arriving mid july thereabouts. So now i've an excuse to fail CTs. How can you study wthout a stud table mum?! Anw I dont get any studying done at home or when i'm alone either so, hello BK and espl lib. Oh oh, my walls match my nails. HAHA. Hot pink yo. (bimbo ttm. faints) Andddd, I've a space for mr lappie right beside me bed (me bed?HAHA) so, now i can lie dwn and use the com without putting ontop of me. Okay, i know you dont get the picture but, its okay, its alright, vickyvicky fight fight fight. shit, i'm damn really (HAHA) tired. LOOK AT THE TYPOS. Haha. Sleeping at 3-4am and waking up at 9am has its side effects. No i dont wake up at 9 to study. I wishhh omg. I've to wake up at 9 so that the contractors wont catch me in bed! I'm going to sleep tonight and wake up when i'm like 30. With a meaningful career, nice white shophouse with a twirling staircase and a rose garden, two morally upright and adorable children and lots of old friends whom I still keep in touch with. Husband? Depends. Yay, sounds good. I can dream about that later. Haha. Imagine if you could choose what to dream of everynight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAEPLE were over at my house the other day and we had lots of fun, as usual. Missed happy pie! Anw, what mary talked about over monopoly kinda left me in awe even after all of them left. (btw, i want to go to camobodia help build homes too!) It felt so weird to have felt what she's felt when i'm not supossed to? I dont know. That left me really confused about my placing and stuff. And the scary thing is that such situations have become so common lately. Ohwell, god's got a plan for us all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having stomacheflu sucks ttbm. No more diets for now omg. I cant go to a doctor cos, they'll send me to tantockseng for a check up. Phuket doesnt have H1N1, reallyyyy. Nobody believe me. ): I've been over dosing on charcoal pills haha. I wonder if you can use it to draw. Alrighty, happy last week of hols everybodyzzzz. StudySleepShop. The 3 essential asSes. (haha, yes s. You're dabomb) And I shall study hardsmartwtv for 5 days and playshoplikemadwtv for 2days. Yesyes, 5 full days. watch me man! HAH. We dont want to regret when we get our Alvl certs, do we? Btw, i've grown to hate making small talk veryverymunchymuch. Antisociale101. Today morning was a testimony to that. Oh, and i'm really sorry for the slip&amp;amp;short smses and the non existant replies. Iphone is not sms friendly. Sadnoise. Oh, (i promise that this will be the last 'oh') I've stopped eating KFC and MACS chickens for good. This is as of today. Go check peta and save the chickens priszzz. Alrighty, goodnight.sweet dreams.dont let the bed bugs bite. I wish i may, i wish i might, get the wish i make tonight. [22june] Happy birthday daddyayeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/Oh, i wanna hit you just to see if you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I keep knocking on wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoping there's a real boy inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause you're not a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're just a mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8579010138667013117?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8579010138667013117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8579010138667013117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8579010138667013117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8579010138667013117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-hols-is-going-to-end-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6058768247932499893</id><published>2009-06-17T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:10:14.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, i'm back to civilisation. ):&lt;br /&gt;A week at phuket can do wonders to your work threashold. I cannot bring myself to study when i'm alone or when my parents are around. Reading just a few pages of lit makes me feel really sick and breatheless. HAHA, kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;Spent an entire week lazing around by the beach, eating, sleeping, spa-ing, eating , eating and eating. Watched the prettiest sunset and had the best kind of luxury food and accomadation. I could have really gotten used to it there. I want to do backkkkkkk. okay stop whinning. Actually, we did all more stuff but i'm just too lazy to get into the details. Haha, wtv. I just want to go back. ): Oh, but even then the surrounding wasnt all rainbows and butterflies. When you're lazing by the private beach, by just looking over the boundaries you can see alot of really poor thai people, young and old alike, slogging like shit in the hot sun, begging tourists to but whatever their selling. Hotel beaches have security guards and boundaries to keep these people away. Its really sad and it makes you think about how life's so unfair sometimes. When you've so much time to think, these things could really get to you. And the worst thing is that, it reallyreally bothered me then but now I guess I partly loss the feeling. How can this kind of a feeling be so momentary? ugh, i'm horrible. And my body sucks cos, i had my period the entire week overseas. Talking bout horrible, omg i'm horribly fat. So fat that for the first time in my life i've had the discipline to be on a successful diet for the past two days. Hooray. Okay, its just been two days. Nthg to hooray about. Shit i'm talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had AGM before leaving. It felt too abrupt and sudden. The jnrs were reallyreally sweet and all. Though, touch was never really a huge part of my jc life or sthg like that (it feels weird digging up all these buried thoughts after a week of escaping reality), I really did treasure time spent with the rest of the truggers and, I do miss trgs and houlle roulle. I might actually miss being scared of coach which is strangely funny. They were and always will be a great team. (: Aye, lifes like that sometimes. Everything begins with an end in mind. Even friendship. Its even got the word end in it. Nothing last forever and thats the beauty of it all. Global warming and depletion of nat reources yo. Haha, whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i need to hang the clothes. Its my turn today. ugh. Oh and my house is still under renovation. I miss saap alottt. Havent seen Mg in a pretty long while. Miss them too! Meeting horny, kong and varru on sunday, yay. The pae doods are coming over to my condo on thurs. Double yay. I've got alot of money waiting to be spent HAHA. triple yay. i'm going to fail my upcoming CTs and life is going to suck pretty badly when school reopens. Ultimate yay. SOS please someone help me (haha, stupid song) I dont want the holidays to end and i refuse, simply refuse to go back to school. Yeah, saying is one thing and doing is another, ugh. I've no bloody guts so, yeah wtv. ): hello MOH, please extend the hols by another week. We wouldnt want some massive viral spread, would we? Okay, I shd really hang the clothes now. Shit, i feel hungry. Okay, goodnight and goodbye. (: Please go study and remind me to study too. Oh hello study buddy!! You're the best. Manymany loves. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seconds, hours, so many days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what you want, but how long can you wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every moment last forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you feel you've lost your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6058768247932499893?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6058768247932499893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6058768247932499893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6058768247932499893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6058768247932499893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-im-back-to-civilisation.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-746024314678259117</id><published>2009-06-09T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:10:31.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now it's gonna get harder&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna burn brighter&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna feel tougher, each and every day,&lt;br /&gt;So let me say that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever dreamed of to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd swim the ocean for you,&lt;br /&gt;The ocean for you,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh, Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm leaving in a couple of hours. (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-746024314678259117?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/746024314678259117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=746024314678259117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/746024314678259117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/746024314678259117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-its-gonna-get-harder-and-its-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5834219801094607530</id><published>2009-06-03T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:54:32.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, half the year just flew by without me doing anything substantial. Woah, coolness (Haha, bf this is all your fault!) I've majorly lost all sense of time and direction. And each day seems just about being happy, having as much fun as possible and taking things really slowly and calmly, one at a time. [Isnt it how life should be?] It feels like i've retired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get narrative.&lt;br /&gt;Last friday. Had a pretty nice, longggg chat with JS over lunch. Happiness. (HAHA, bf!) Celebrated Athalie's birthday at short pant's house with mary, jamie and happy pie, later that evening! Had our wonderfully meaningful conversations yet again and a nice sisterhood family dinner. Miss them already! Double happiness. (:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Violin and family time. Oh, had really good food for lunch and dinner. And I gained like 1kg. Greattt. Missed saap though. sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Really's surprise bday celebration! We caught her in bed omg. Haha. Yay, it was such a nice cedar environment. Such a homey feeling. Kathleen &amp;amp; I took a million pictures., haha. Then, it was tuition at town with jer! (:&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Jamjam's birthday. Happiness. Caught monsters vs aliens, 3D. I fell asleep for abit. Haha, there were alot of random, funny bits but, otherwise ... Had lunch and our usual gift presentations. We took a million pictures as if we'd never see each other again. Haha. Started packing my rubbish into boxes for renovation. Ugh, its so tedious. Spent the entire night figuring out my iphone in vain and frustration. Sadness. My dad's reallyreally sweet for surprising me with it butbutbut, he's so cute&amp;amp;funny for not telling me that he hadnt bought the memory card yet! Faints. Haha, but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Spent 2hours travelling to and fro school for a two hour lesson. Sadness. Met wini at bugis to study. She studied while I read Urban, mind your body and BP. I attempted to study but, everything seemed so uninteresting yuck. I'm going to have to be a grasscutter at this rate ): Ohwell. Anw, we went shopping later in evening. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Woke up around ten and got all ready to study with my notes, hot chocolate and 2lotus bao. Then, my hand reached out to the remote and I ended up spending the rest of the morning and early afternoon watching 90210. Rushed to meet jer for tution. We were so late omg! Then it was SAAP on a wednesday, which makes it a WAAP. Haha. They came over to Icon for a swim. Only bf &amp;amp; I ended up swimming/playing in the water and thats when she started the whole happiness, sadness thing. Haha. Went to maxwell for dinner/supper. Yay, Maxwell porridge! Da bomb. Talked for almost three hours about everything under the moon. Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if everyone really stated their emotions so blatantly. In a matter of time , i think, emotions will just lose its meaning. Likewise, things and actions just lose its meaning when they become so overly used. People just get immune to it and it no longer holds any meaning. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to upload any pictures. I shall get productive tmr and stop procrastinatinggggg! yes, i must. Theres school tomorrowwwww yuck ): Can i just retire now ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a wild wind blowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Down the corner of my street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every night there the headlights are glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's a cold war coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the radio I heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Baby it's a violent world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh love don't let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Won't you take me where the streetlights glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could hear it coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could hear the sirens sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now my feet won't touch the ground&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/34076722-5834219801094607530?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5834219801094607530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5834219801094607530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5834219801094607530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5834219801094607530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-half-year-just-flew-by-without-me.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4274062353341629719</id><published>2009-05-28T22:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:36:25.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not a silly little moment,&lt;br /&gt;It's not the storm before the calm.&lt;br /&gt;This is the deep and dying breath of&lt;br /&gt;This love that we've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to hold you like I want to&lt;br /&gt;So I can feel you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna come and save you,&lt;br /&gt;We pulled too many false alarms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was the one you always dreamed of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were the one I tried to draw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare you say it's nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll make the most of all the sadness,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be a bitch because you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to hit me just to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;So you leave me feeling dirty&lt;br /&gt;Because you can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard the entire day, was this song echoing on repeat in my head. The part on 'I'll make the most of all the sadness, you'll be a bitch because you can' is so sad omg.&lt;br /&gt;Walls have eyes, walls have ears. Eyes and ears have friends who tell. Well, hearing about your facade was pretty disappointing but, life's like that sometimes. So ohwell. Its just annoying when people dont practice what they preach. When people put on a righteous front to cover up all the evil intentions going on in the heart. When "theres daggers in mens smiles". "Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it" "Theres no art to find the mind's construction in the face" "Make your faces vizards to your heart" Haha, macbethhhh. But, who am I to speak like a saint when, everyone's like that and it's almost human nature. Its just pretty sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole JJvsRJ controversy is just plain dumb. Damn the intern for getting his facts wrong, srsly. Though its partially true and most of us have talked about it from time to time, the exaggeration was totally uncalled for. The extremes Newpaper has to resort to is just appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF. omg, I can smell the holdays! (: I'm feeling pretty excited about all the wrong things. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yay i'm so very proud of Puffer fish and joey!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending school at 3.30 tmr despite, the half day. Kill me please. I&lt;em&gt;t's going to be an exciting evening, though. Secret!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to study for bio test, ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4274062353341629719?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4274062353341629719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4274062353341629719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4274062353341629719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4274062353341629719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-silly-little-moment-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5680895275576586133</id><published>2009-05-23T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:28:57.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date:&lt;br /&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou growest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long lives this and this gives life to thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to recall why the above seemed so familar since lit yesterday! Anddd I finally figured it out yay! Omg, do you rmb the song we made up and how we competed to memories the whole sonnet? (: Time flys.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I really feel like I havent exercised my brain in a really long while. Ohwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houlle Roulle played well today esp, the 2nd and 3rd match (: Juniors played well too!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yay, they liked my heart shaped watermelons which were tediously cut with love, haha. Nearly fell asleep during rehearsal in the evening. Had famous balastier chicken rice and Tau sar piah (From house of tau sar piah. So cheesy right! We laughed at it for a pretty long while.) for dinner. Dinner was so worth the wait :D&lt;br /&gt;I need to complete tuition homework, study for bio and geog test and, get a new phone pronto. If only these things would just do itself. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Balastier again tmr morning and to town(finally!) in the afternoon. Yay. Kathleennnn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-5680895275576586133?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5680895275576586133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5680895275576586133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5680895275576586133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5680895275576586133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/shall-i-compare-thee-to-summers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-304268327669086180</id><published>2009-05-21T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:40:15.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was cedar's crosscountry. ): I'd give the world to either be back in Cedar or just lost somewhere in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking away from trng today; I felt like a mess. I didnt want to go cos, coach would be there and training would be rather pointless for me anyway. I couldnt go because I did give my word to my mum that I would stop Touch cos, I chose to perform for my violin recital in 3 weeks time anyway. And then theres this phone call thing and etc etc etc. I dont know why i'm caught in the middle of a million things at once. Okay, please let the dust settle down before I go overseas. ): I cant bring myself to do anything substantial cos my mind feels all over the place and i'd do anything to not think about things that I ought to be thinking about and settling, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the boring talk today was kinda fun cos, the four of us were in our own fortune-telling world. I'm pretty glad kris won. Wednesday was a pretty good day. I've eaten a banana and pau everyday, this week. Anddd, i think, I might finally be having Bak kut Teh for dinner tmr, yay yay yay (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, a sheep with no legs is a cloud. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where were you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When everything was falling apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone ends up alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losing her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only one who's ever known&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who I am, Who I'm not, who I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No way to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How long she will be next to 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/34076722-304268327669086180?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/304268327669086180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=304268327669086180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/304268327669086180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/304268327669086180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-cedars-crosscountry.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3477874354027317089</id><published>2009-05-19T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:00:55.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My foolscape is eating my words, seriously ):&lt;br /&gt;Even after spending hours at it, one banana and 3 scopes of ice cream I can barely smell the supposed three page essay. Omg, this is so depressing. Theres so much left to do other then the essay itself. &amp;amp; i'm cramming two tuitions back to back tmr so, i can get it over and done with in one day. TAAP was cancelled today. Was really looking forward to it though. ): One last violin recital coming up soon. At least, theres sthg to look forward to. The day I end my last paper on Dec3, yanying &amp;amp; I shall sign up for ballet lessons, yay. I'm losing my patience waiting. I think, thursday's going to be my last training in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;I foresee ( omg, i miss 4C) a really bad wednesday! I bet it's going to rain.&lt;br /&gt;omg this feeling inside is killing me. Its like stabbing me every few minutes and just killing me. Freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;The above made so much more sense after reading my horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have a hard time putting your thoughts into words today. There are times when your head says one thing and your mouth seems to want to say something else. Take long breaks if you are working on any important presentation or paperwork today.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, it's like right-on, omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3477874354027317089?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3477874354027317089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3477874354027317089&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3477874354027317089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3477874354027317089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-foolscape-is-eating-my-words.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4853381135477760786</id><published>2009-05-15T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:30:58.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, theres so many things to read, omg. I need to read three more issues of broader perspectives, stupid Times thats been pilling since forever, History of Love, Portrait of the artist, King lear, Duchess of malfi, great expectations. I feel like dropping lit. And geog. and omg, everything. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; My results are plunging. &amp;amp; I gained 0.6kg this week because of all the extremely sweet things i've been overloading myself with. I've eaten 25 creme-O biscuits over two days. Ate ice cream like every day of the week. I've been bingeing on nutella and peanut butter every morning. &amp;amp; i just keep having cravings for soft, fluffy and sweet food! (Eve spent very long giving suggestions on what to eat!HAHA) Oh but, i only ate one pau this week! Haha. Okay but, i'm still going to be one of those people who are diagnosed with diabetes when their 20. ): I might as well, quit school and travel the world or something nowwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think having 3 day weekends and 4 day weekdays are perfect! Yay. TGIF.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday's rugby match at SA was pretty sad. Ended up not going for dinner as planned because we all kinda didnt have the mood to. Everyone on the field was giving their all and yet, time was running out and somehow it wasnt enough. Thats the thing about sporting competitons, there has always got to be one winner and one loser. And sometimes even giving your everything can be insufficient. Someone gets joy through someone elses tears. Its so different from a performance when everyone gets to walk away at the end with a smile just so long as you give it your all and dont screw up. Or like SYF when your judged depending on your own merit, not your competitors. I dont remember ever walking away upset from a violin recital or drama performance. I think, touch will be the first and last sports i ever touch. Pun intented, haha. oh, but somehow, swimming competitons felt so different. Maybe, I just dont remember how it felt. Oh the troubles of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I hope I can make it for SAAP tmr. I miss my (quotes jeralyn) 'Homies" :D&lt;br /&gt;I should move my sorry self out of bed and do sthg more productive pronto. Ohoh, theres Monsters Inc. showing this weekend. I can watch it for the millionth time. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I really feel like watching 17again, haha. p.s.s I need to go town soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/There's so many things I have to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll stay up all night to hear about your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do the best we can in a small town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act like kids in love when the sun goes down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4853381135477760786?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4853381135477760786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4853381135477760786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4853381135477760786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4853381135477760786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/suddenly-theres-so-many-things-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-9099659044872543351</id><published>2009-05-11T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:07:46.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'ANYTHING GOES'&lt;br /&gt;mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks, take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats a sheep with no legs?&lt;br /&gt;ask me, ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so immune and numb to whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;Just bring it on &amp;amp; yah, whatever, anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fall sick again cos, my immunity just shot up.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday everybody (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-9099659044872543351?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9099659044872543351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=9099659044872543351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9099659044872543351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9099659044872543351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/anything-goes-mood-life-sucks-take.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6267529054320139176</id><published>2009-05-10T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:58:38.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent been as productive as I'd planned to be but, who cares cos, i'm really happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was like hell cos, I kept thinking about what happened on thursday night. The 3hour lecture. Omg, Sthg like that just has to happen every year. Call me pampered but, I just cant take being scolded. Maybe its the lack of it that made me that way. I was so embarrassed to cry but, I just couldnt help it. Aye, whatever. I'm just glad its over and everythg fine&amp;amp;dandy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I felt really bad for having a foul mood cos, it affects the people around you indirectly and unintentionally. Sorry mabs and jamjam! Then, came geog tutorial at the comp lab, with some stupid webcam and silly puffer fish and, everything got better. I like eve's XL pullover. Oh, I slipped, did a semi split and fell in canteen toilet after school. Jam and I were so amused that we just sat there laughing for awhile. HAHAH, omg. Okay it was painful and embarrassing but, it was like funny ttm. Yanying fell in her sch toilet sometime last week too! HAHA. Anw, Pufferfish, eve and I went to town after school. I finally had broccoli and chedder cheese soup after a million years of craving for it! Yay, and then it was gp make-up at bugis. Met P! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng was cancelled on Saturday and it was weird waking up at 10am. Haha, not complaining. Cleared mount everest from my table and did a hell of alot of filling. Apparently, I slept through 6 human geog, 6physical,1econs and 1 Bio set of notes. There wasnt a single hint of highlighter or pen ink. Faints. Attempted studying a tad bit. Failed a tad bit. Went to some french restaurant and Raffles Town club for Mothers Day dinner and supper. Yay, quality family time after almost forever. French rest thingy was a total waste of calories and almost an epitome of having way overpriced food. RTC was rather nostalgic cos, we used to have dinners and stayovers there pretty often when everyone was less busy.&lt;br /&gt;Gymmed with family and went for branch at the usual hawker, today. Had all the usual stuff we used to have and yay, it felt really nice. Its so weird that spending a weekend with family could turn out being so nostalgic. Okay, anw, Had Mothers Day lunch at my Grandparents place. Since, my grandma loves kfc and obviously, I couldnt possible impose my No KFC policy on her, my parents called for KFC delivery and the entire family ate it, except me. So much for family support! Haha. They kept trying to tempt me and, I kept chanting the cruel methods of killing etc, in vain. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm getting sick of narrating&lt;/span&gt;. Ayeee. Then it was tuition at town. Visited Zihui and did a tad bit of shopping with kathleennnn. Then, family dinner. yay, done :D&lt;br /&gt;Family time is good. I found out that i'm moving house soon, that i'm leaving spore on the 9th of june (not 11th), that my dad wants to retire, play golf for awhile and start a biz soon (like omg), my parents have plans to travel the world together soon (Thats really sweet!),  that my sis has a new clique of Bffs(HAHA) and that she's a really good softball player (Apparently, the sporting genes doesnt run in the family) etcc. This calls for less plans on weekends and more family time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, if i'd really have no choice but to go to an overseas Uni, it wouldnt be such a bad thing afterall. There's so much of the world one hasnt seen and you ought to start somewhere before the be all and end all. I know that I want to keep travelling. A house by the country side with sheeps. A home by the lake. The northern lights. Fashion shows at paris. The poles. Children in Africa, Afgan. Greenwich merdian. Eygpt. River Nile. Notre dame. Great barrier reef. Bahamas. Amazon. Galapagos islands. venice. Forbidden city. Okay stop. It'll all depend on His plan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pufferfish and chewy are coming to my house tmr, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg9jgcluI/AAAAAAAABvs/GCL5z8SUI64/s1600-h/Image0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg9jgcluI/AAAAAAAABvs/GCL5z8SUI64/s320/Image0792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334198156774905570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg9w7aMbI/AAAAAAAABv8/rDxkJDQyD7Q/s1600-h/Image0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg9w7aMbI/AAAAAAAABv8/rDxkJDQyD7Q/s320/Image0787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334198160377655730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg98c6HxI/AAAAAAAABv0/exlJ-2mtK5I/s1600-h/Image0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg98c6HxI/AAAAAAAABv0/exlJ-2mtK5I/s320/Image0804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334198163470950162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss the sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  I miss the rush of your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss the still of the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  As you breathe out and I breathe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  If I could walk on water &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if I can tell you what’s next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Make you believe, make you forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-6267529054320139176?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6267529054320139176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6267529054320139176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6267529054320139176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6267529054320139176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-been-as-productive-as-id.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sgbg9jgcluI/AAAAAAAABvs/GCL5z8SUI64/s72-c/Image0792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4805394281701937578</id><published>2009-05-06T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:44:25.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt really unlucky today. Like top to toe kind of unluckiness. Tripped twice while walking from my room to the doorstep. Sneezed like the whole way to school. Met some stupid stranger who made my miss my stupid stop at lakeside. And another that touched my hands and shoulders while, pushing his way out. I Tsk-ed so loudly that he took a step back. FYI, I just hate people touching me when I'm feeling really clean, esp in the morning. To top it off, while kath and I had dinner at gloria cafe, I ordered my food awhile after her and the cashier said, "oh sorry, the 3 dollar discount is no longer available." Though i didnt even know of such a discount, i just said, "oh why?". She said, "hmm, it ends at 7!". I CHECKED MY PHONE AND IT WAS 7.03. I felt so unlucky and upset that it wasnt even funny anymore. Okay, come to think of it now, it's actually quite funny. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Cheer up bestfriend. (: Everything'll be fine&amp;amp;dandy soon. Though you always laugh at me when I cant lie properly, make me so exasperated with your stubborness that I just feel like crying (HAHA), always threaten me with stupid things and bully me by making me do all the ordering, I still love you manymanymany okay. Dinner was so totally worth ponning GP tuition. (Oops, i'll do a makeup or sthg soon.) Yay, next wednesday.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cant hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No youll just have to wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She said love dont come easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4805394281701937578?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4805394281701937578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4805394281701937578&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4805394281701937578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4805394281701937578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-felt-really-unlucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4577706136744470202</id><published>2009-05-06T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T01:21:29.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just pretend that its still Tuesday alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Momo Toh mei ping &amp;amp; Puffer Fish Angggg (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SgBq1Gc7CJI/AAAAAAAABvc/gpjqKgKTmEY/s1600-h/3270_1091452738070_1579054088_197059_3382091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SgBq1Gc7CJI/AAAAAAAABvc/gpjqKgKTmEY/s320/3270_1091452738070_1579054088_197059_3382091_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332379419304200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SgBq1bv-fbI/AAAAAAAABvk/Ygj1tkqJYQQ/s1600-h/3270_1091452818072_1579054088_197061_1364677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SgBq1bv-fbI/AAAAAAAABvk/Ygj1tkqJYQQ/s320/3270_1091452818072_1579054088_197061_1364677_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332379425021263282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i'm so glad that they enjoyed themselves even while trying so hard to ruin their own surprises! Haha. Had our usual cake cutting and cake feeding/smearing routine at the plank. Cabbed to railmall to shop for food and then, to eve's house. We had alot of fun making the best sushi that i've ever tasted and the ugliest that i've ever seen. Haha. Omg the tuna, bacon and smoked salmon were dabomb. Andddd, all of them were such pigs and ate the sushi as they made it so, our perfect picnic plan with a nice jap style green picnic mat was cancelled! Haha. Then, it was the usual guitar rock concert time up at eve's room. We started looking at old pictures and spotting all the changes. Its so funny how much things change in just a year. Puffer Fish was my first new friend in JJ, vice versa. Mab was Joey's first new friend, vice versa. Fel and Jam were long lost primary school bestfriends. And suddenly, we all met together with eve. (: Ohoh, then we sang all the songs we used to sing at the grandstand while, studing or just talking, last year. "Doing that thing you do" just got us so high and excited, as usual. Happy birthday dears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays are such happy and important days. So much so that all of us gave up on studying for econs test! Haha, we always find reasons to give up studying for tests and lots of excuses later on to make up for it. Anw, I really did try studying from 1am to 1.30am so, ohwell. M and I finally had a good long phone conversation last night after a reallyreally long time and, it felt really nice. Yay, i missed you (: Its so easy to miss someone, even when they're spending each day with you cos, its really about the quality of the time spent, not the quantity. Oh, kathleen's coming to JJ tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just want to keep trying cos, you dont want to walk away knowing you didnt try hard enough. Experiences just make us a tinge bit smarter. But, its still so hard to know wheres the brim. Knowing you could have saved somethings or someone from falling apart but, didnt, just kind of sucks. I hate to regret. Dont you think that its one of man's stupidest and silliest of emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore&lt;br /&gt;Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't remember but it's alright, alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just dance, gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just dance, spin that record babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4577706136744470202?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4577706136744470202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4577706136744470202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4577706136744470202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4577706136744470202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-pretend-that-its-still-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SgBq1Gc7CJI/AAAAAAAABvc/gpjqKgKTmEY/s72-c/3270_1091452738070_1579054088_197059_3382091_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7588194749811597980</id><published>2009-05-03T21:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:58:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant wait for the coming week to be over and find myself in some foreign country, somewhere near the sea, srsly. I really feel like staying home tmr but, I shant cos, theres training! I'm so tired that I could prolly sleep for a million years and never wake up. People around the world are living without food and sleep for weeks and, here I am complaing about being tired. Oh shit, I just realise that i havent unpacked my camp bag. Gawddd, i'm too lazy to move my sorry self out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, i think touch camp was such a success. The games were like funny ttm. Oh, except for the single ladies part. D: Study session was err, expectedly rather unsuccessful. Abi, Jo, Yvonne and I had a good friday night gossip session way past bedtime. 2Cresent, 1Cedar, 1SCGS. That very same night, I screamed at ms yew &amp;amp; law while on the way up the stairs with abi cos, I thought they were ghosts. -_- &amp;amp; they were pissed. HAHA, shit. Anw, cabbed home, bathed and cabbed to town for work in record breaking time. I was so tired that I almost fell while standing cos, I fell asleep. Jam, mabel and S came to visit. Yay loves. By the time work ended, I could barely keep my eyes open or walk straight. Yet, i decided to go for SAAP cos, I kinda missed them. Had dinner and donuts. Yay, they made me laugh like shitttt and it was such a nice ending to a rather awful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sf2jl_I4y4I/AAAAAAAABvU/MOKRN8gBvjw/s1600-h/3250_81294009648_528024648_1482239_7145561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sf2jl_I4y4I/AAAAAAAABvU/MOKRN8gBvjw/s320/3250_81294009648_528024648_1482239_7145561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331597406875732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sf2jlnb2dqI/AAAAAAAABvM/t6BYa07FAJg/s1600-h/Recently+Updated4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sf2jlnb2dqI/AAAAAAAABvM/t6BYa07FAJg/s320/Recently+Updated4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331597400512820898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAP ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today wasnt really any better but, ohwell. Bestfriend and P came to visit. Double yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I had a total of 9 baos this week and a peach sundae, bannana split and, strawberry pinacolada all in one day (today!) ): I'm getting fatter but, I just cant stop eating rubbish food. My diet is such a failure and I feel so disappointed in myself. AND, theres a econs test on tues and I havent really done anything over the long weekend. ): I just spent almost 35bucks on cab fares over two days. I skipped GP tuition today cos, I didnt really have a choice. I'm going to pon econs tuition on tuesday cos its mil&amp;amp;mabs birthday. I'm going to read my book and play with my temp Ipod touch now. HAHA. Omg, i'm sucha disappointment to mankind, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish that my disgustingly forlorn mood wouldnt have a carry forward effect. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Ifeellikeeating frolick, PP tau huey and bak kut teh. Faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, it tears me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried to hold on but it hurts too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to forgive but it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; To make it all okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-7588194749811597980?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7588194749811597980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7588194749811597980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7588194749811597980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7588194749811597980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-wait-for-coming-week-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sf2jl_I4y4I/AAAAAAAABvU/MOKRN8gBvjw/s72-c/3250_81294009648_528024648_1482239_7145561_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1812613632393381766</id><published>2009-04-28T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:27:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy, i just beat my own high score after like 1hr. Anw, I spent the whole of today sleeping around. Okay, that sounds so wrong. HAHA. I just cldnt get up today morning and while trying to stuff my contacts into my eyes, I dropped one into the sink and happily turned on the tap. (It's only the first week of the monthly quota, btw) And then, I had no choice but to wear my glasses. Omg, I'm so jealous of people who can wear glasses and not look like some alien. ): Oh, and I was late. But, thankgod that i've two ez link cards. Rushed home at 1pm to collect my new contacts and to nap. Then, there was tution at clementi and dinner with S at raffles city. Okay, Yay (:  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, my mum called me yesterday night and spoke in cantonese for damn long. And I was like, "huh wth mum?" Then she said, "ohoh wrong number!" HAHAH. Anw, after jogging yesterday, I had a huge slice of cheesecake all on my own for supper. ): I might as well eat a few cows as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammm, just in case I forget to tell you this tmr; the camwhore series taken during lit looks damnn funny on your blog! Haha Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH J! (: I know that you still do drop by for visits. Haha. Hope to coincidentally meet you at esplanade library again someday! :D&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriend's coming to JJ for SA's soccer match tmr! YAYYYY (: And then, we're going for dinner tgt! oh, i think i'll get to see chicken tmr toooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm addicted to sleeping, omg. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's also true that sometimes people felt things and, because there was no word for them, they went unmentioned. The oldest emotion in the world may be that of being moved; but to describe it -just to name it- must have been like trying to catch something invisible. (Then again the oldest feeling in the world, might simply be confusion.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. There was a time when it wasnt uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destination. Sometimes, the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string. Other times, no length of string was long enough to say the thing that needed to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person's silence."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-1812613632393381766?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1812613632393381766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1812613632393381766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1812613632393381766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1812613632393381766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/yayy-i-just-beat-my-own-high-score.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6375890906427318754</id><published>2009-04-25T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T00:38:57.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just played Icytowers for so long that my ring finger is crammed. HAHA. Omg, the last time I played it, was before O's. Its addictive ttm. Dont even ask what got me started on it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, pufferfish and I had a futile trip to some weird part of bugis today. We were totally evaporating, thanks to mr sun sun, mr golden sun (barney song!! (: ).&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when teachers teach for the sake of it. Its like they dont even believe the words that come out from their mouth. What makes it any more believeable to us? Woah, she got us all so annoyed today! Talk about having an AP. You just make it so difficult for us to give you the respect that all teachers deserve. Pfft&lt;br /&gt;Friendly at NJ tmr. Please dont shine so bright, mr sun and please let C be in a good mood. Goodluck to HR!&lt;br /&gt;Flea at homeclub. Tuition. BP. SAAP. Eew, chucky, The worst horror show in history, is showing on ch5 tmr night. Ohno ): I hate chucky omg. And his gf, faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've decided to work at either a kindergarden or relief teach at a primary school after A's. Yay yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;The next two weeks are going to be reallyreally busyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6375890906427318754?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6375890906427318754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6375890906427318754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6375890906427318754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6375890906427318754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-played-icytowers-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6817768983127551884</id><published>2009-04-22T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:25:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had the first nightmare which I remember vividly. Its damn scary. Mabel, somebody and I were studying in some overseas school. We went for a swim in their indoor pool on our second day there. The lights were really dim. Mabel was swimming while, I was talking to this eurasian girl by the pool. She was hushly whispering this true story of someone who died in the pool and she pointed to the wheelchair at a distance. Then, suddenly there was a piercing scream and the lights dimmed even more. Mabel came screaming while pushing the wheelchair. Omg, and suddenly there was noone else around. There was someone dead wrapped in a blanket on the wheelchair. (shit, i'm damn scaredomggg) And then, there was a blackout. And suddenly, there was a spotlight on a clown. (shit, i hate clowns) And the clown said sthg like, "HAHA, i'm here to bully democratic asians" I WAS LIKE HUH?! okay, and then i went to kick him and he caught my leg. I screamed and woke up. Omg, I was in like cold sweat. HAHA, anw, the clown's sentence was damnnn funny and the wheelchair was freakinggg scary.&lt;br /&gt;I think i dreamt of the pool cos, before sleeping I looked out of the window and at the pool for damn long thinking about going for a swim soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent half day at the sick bay yesterday. Damn the throbbing head ache and food poisoning, srsly. Ughh. Anw, I jerked awake twice yesterday. Jam was damn amused. Once, cos I thought I was falling and the second time, i had to jump over a dashing soccer ball. HAHA, I dont usually jerk. Anw after school, I got lost on my way to CJ, finally met jeralyn, went CJ, pigged out at CJ, watched bf's tennis match while bitching (HAHA shitt), waited for bf, went for B&amp;amp;J together, queued forever, went starbucks, then for dinner at some jap place and finally dessert. Yay (: I walked from cathay to national library on my own last night.Haha, I kept seeing familiar streets like middle road, short st, bencoolen st etc. So, i just kept walking&amp;amp;walking in hope that i'll end up somewhere. It was quite scary but ohwell, i survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I came home to a new laptop yesterday. How sweet! (: I was so tired that I didnt even see it at first. Haha, yay thankyou. Btw, i really hope the optician lets me change my contacts brand cos, using acuvue is killing me. I cant believe that I let her sweet talk me into buying something more expensive. If she doesnt let me change it, I would have just wasted 80bucks. And due to my current financial crisis, I'll have to wear my orange specs and risk looking the the ugliest alien alive. But, who cares, its just school not some fashion parade anyway. (I'm quoting.HAHA) Btw, on monday night I was damn tired. I went to bed at like 9 and my mum being concerned came to ask if I wanted to eat, wanted medicine, wanted her to on the radio or sthg. Since, I was sooo tired, I just brushed her away veryvery rudely. Then, suddenly, I had one of those dramatic thoughts. Like, what if either of us dont get to see each other tmr and these are the last words I ever say to her. Then, I felt so horrible so, I called her back, thanked her and kissed her goodnight. We were both damn amused. Haha. But, i'm glad I did that cos, I dont ever want to do sthg I'll spend the rest of my life regretting.&lt;br /&gt;Plane tickets have been booked. Two weeks spent overseas during june holidays. (: I'm looking forward to it but, something tells me I should be mugging very hard instead. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's break from school was very much necessary. Yay. I'm meeting jolene for some job thingy later and, puffer fish thereafter. And, I shall go for a long run tonight.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its been a month since I read your message and meant to reply. But, I cant find the right words. I hope you understand that you cannot force things to amount to more than they're meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words fall through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And always fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I can't react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And games that never amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To more than they're meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Will play themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And I can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6817768983127551884?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6817768983127551884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6817768983127551884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6817768983127551884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6817768983127551884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-had-first-nightmare-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-521456110801178859</id><published>2009-04-19T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:36:43.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eew, global warming sucks. ): The stupid scorching sweltering sun was suckily shining so stalwartly today, siannn. Haha, I dont know why I just had to do that. So much for alliteration. Wouldn't you rather die in a flood then a drought? I'm contributing all the more to global warming by using the aircon and fan tgt. My mum isnt going to cook tmr cos, she says its too hot to stand near the stove. [btw, she only cooks lunch on sundays] -_- HAHA, best. I really miss home cooked food omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, please rainnnrainrain. Whatever happened to convectional rain, tsk! One para dedicated to the weather. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Houlle Roulle's anniversary in advance today. Yay ♥&lt;br /&gt;We're all so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-not&lt;/span&gt; punctual people when there isnt trng and I think, we made like a million trips to the washroom throughout dinner, haha. Everyone looked especially pretty today.  Touch Camp is up next! :D&lt;br /&gt;Missed saap today. I hope we'll have another saap this tuesday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeoFrr2AVVI/AAAAAAAABvE/jXc717dGarM/s1600-h/3032_96551385588_645250588_2930735_5647490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeoFrr2AVVI/AAAAAAAABvE/jXc717dGarM/s400/3032_96551385588_645250588_2930735_5647490_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326075757380785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know how sometimes you think that what you believe in, the principles you live by, the morals you abide by, are the best; the one and only righful ones. &amp;amp; how we tend to get so annoyed when things dont exactly go our way. Then, you realise how subjective everything is and how there isnt exactly any right or wrong. Sometimes, views are just different, not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes, you just have to do something cos you have to. Noone really cares whether you feel like, want to or are in the mood to. That kinda sucks though. ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm going to watch step up and read later on. I shall wake up just on time to rush to town for tuition later. I think, theres lit and gp homework. Maybe, i should have self declared holiday on mondayyy. Tempting but, tsk. Haha, okay goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the one who won't be taken,&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dying&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to live.&lt;/p&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/34076722-521456110801178859?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/521456110801178859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=521456110801178859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/521456110801178859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/521456110801178859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/eew-global-warming-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeoFrr2AVVI/AAAAAAAABvE/jXc717dGarM/s72-c/3032_96551385588_645250588_2930735_5647490_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2565910718536277080</id><published>2009-04-17T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:36:40.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peaches &amp;amp; cream. Marley &amp;amp; Me. Thankyou for the surprise at home, sillygoose. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy advanced april 18th to you too  (:&lt;br /&gt;Some dates just mean more than others for the silliest of reasons huh?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, neighbours foreverxxyyzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this sounds really sick but I just bathed after trng. Haha. &amp;amp; i've to wait for my hair to dry before going to bed :O I'm really tired &amp;amp; I feel reallyreally dumb today. Anw, whoever said marley&amp;amp;me was a lousy show ought to be shot. We shyly cried buckets. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, from the bus yesterday, I saw an old blind man walking along this very narrow pathway with a huge drain on one side and a road junction on another. I felt reallyreally upset and worried for him. Nothing scares me more than death and blindness. ): Okay, i dont even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to use the hair dryer. Hah. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, the rugby match is at potong pasir tmr. omgggg, cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. The y made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'The History of Love' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2565910718536277080?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2565910718536277080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2565910718536277080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2565910718536277080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2565910718536277080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/peaches-cream.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1355504361703944927</id><published>2009-04-12T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:42:57.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, i just realise that joey and I wished upon a falling star in new zealand!!&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know if it came true cos, I cant remember what I wished for.  -_-&lt;br /&gt;I just remember the two of us staring at the sky littered with million stars in the freezing cold and screaming like maddddd when we saw the falling star. Haha. Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-1355504361703944927?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1355504361703944927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1355504361703944927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1355504361703944927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1355504361703944927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg-i-just-realise-that-joey-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8278202410867446671</id><published>2009-04-11T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:34:37.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeCva5oXhHI/AAAAAAAABuk/tPuOd9v6ll4/s1600-h/Recently+Updated2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeCva5oXhHI/AAAAAAAABuk/tPuOd9v6ll4/s320/Recently+Updated2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447636233520242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeCvbcfMiEI/AAAAAAAABus/U8UzmJbPhHg/s1600-h/Recently+Updated1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeCvbcfMiEI/AAAAAAAABus/U8UzmJbPhHg/s320/Recently+Updated1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323447645590292546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good friday was spent kite flying at marina. The both of us should just go set up some kite flying agency or sthg since, we've become such experts at it. Haha. Anw, we did the usual city hall shopping and had xiao long bao. Yay. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng today was like ughh. The sun was like totally mocking at us. C was really pissed. I was speechless, seriously. When i look at him, I can just feel the radiating hatred and I just lose the will to even try to play. I really missed poi today cos, there was noone to dread C's trng with today.  Dreading sthg just sucks the fun out of everything. D: I look forward to every &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;self&lt;/span&gt; training though. Yay, Monday!! I dont even know who reads my blog but, oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeFvPDw0H6I/AAAAAAAABu8/Waw7LBbejGA/s1600-h/Recently+Updated3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeFvPDw0H6I/AAAAAAAABu8/Waw7LBbejGA/s400/Recently+Updated3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323658539027406754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just got back from SAAP at CHOMP CHOMP. Haha, chompchompchomp. We had 11oz of frolick. Dabomb. I love spending time with them. All the bitching, sharing and laughing omg. Bf and I had an oreo war! HAHA. Anw, everyone seems so troubled lately. ): If only there was a cedar JC or sthg, life wouldnt be such a bitch &amp;amp; we'd be sheltered from all the cruel things that people can sometimes do when their so bored with their own lives. &amp;amp; we could still have recess together, omg. I miss them already! YAY, saap at town this tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people dont act their age. It doesnt matter if you're childhood deprived, play stupid &amp;amp; childish games (chopstick!HAHA) etc but, when it comes to what really matters, the bigger issues, I just dont see why people make such childish, immature decisions. Maybe, its just human nature or sthg. Or perhaps, being in the situation is very different from just being and speaking from an onlookers point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be another day at town and there goes the long weekend. Poof ):&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration to start studying HAHA dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Monday you can fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Thursday doesn't even start&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday I'm in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-8278202410867446671?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8278202410867446671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8278202410867446671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8278202410867446671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8278202410867446671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-was-spent-kite-flying-at.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SeCva5oXhHI/AAAAAAAABuk/tPuOd9v6ll4/s72-c/Recently+Updated2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8181200315745617387</id><published>2009-04-08T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:04:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being surrounded by fragility is just so scary. You fail to feel its existence till you get one of those timely reminders of sorts. Yuck, its so scary. The words, actions, relations. Make it or break it. Its like walking on a thin sheet of ice. Maybe scary is an understatement. Its the nostalgia that kills.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is, but what is not. Ayeee, we'll survive. (:&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling of awkward discomfort. Who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; most often when I say disgusted, i actually mean disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally met Really, nailbalm and arica when they came over for the soccer match today. That made me reallyreally happy. Really scored two goals omg. :D It was a pity we didnt get to talk much though. Yay, next week! Yanying and I are going to spend good friday kite flying! Double Yay. &amp;amp; I can finally make it for saap this saturday evening! Triple Yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm finally almost fully recovered after being sick forever. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Pufferfish and I had an adventure at west coast yesterday evening. Our bus rides home are dabomb. (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my parents are not home yet and thats unusual. I sense something amiss from those distant and apprehensive phonecalls.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm looking forward to trng tmr and finishing my book.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, I accidentally saw my new ezlink card picture today morning and rolled my eyes to myself unknowingly.HAHA. Omg, I dont remember being such an ugly kid omg. My mum agreed with me. HAHAFAINTS :O I bet she must have secretly tried throwing me away! In Cedar, I never actually bothered about my ezlink card picture even when everyone was so paranoid about it. (yanying!!HAHA) I just cldnt care less and suddenly, I dont even know why i'm making such a big fuss out of it. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I can't get close if your not there&lt;br /&gt;I can't get inside if theres no soul to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't fix you i can't save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Its something you have to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;So i'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll set you free&lt;br /&gt;And when you see what you need to see&lt;br /&gt;When you find you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-8181200315745617387?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8181200315745617387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8181200315745617387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8181200315745617387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8181200315745617387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-surrounded-by-fragility-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3781193752858052661</id><published>2009-04-06T20:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:32:15.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thousand times I’ve seen you standing&lt;br /&gt;Gravity like a lunar landing&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to run till I find you&lt;br /&gt;I shut the world away from here&lt;br /&gt;Drift to you, you’re all I hear&lt;br /&gt;Everything we know fades to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Half the time the world is ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Truth is I am done pretending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I had anymore to give&lt;br /&gt;Pushing me so far&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you&lt;br /&gt;Drink to all that we have lost&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we have made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But love remains the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the place where we escape&lt;br /&gt;Take you with me for a space&lt;br /&gt;The city buzz, sounds just like a fridge&lt;br /&gt;I walk the streets through seven bars&lt;br /&gt;I had to find just where you are&lt;br /&gt;The faces seems to blur, they’re all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this could last forever&lt;br /&gt;As if we could last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love remains the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3781193752858052661?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3781193752858052661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3781193752858052661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3781193752858052661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3781193752858052661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/thousand-times-ive-seen-you-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3889462356918175524</id><published>2009-04-05T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:47:56.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; 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HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://gickr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3889462356918175524?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3889462356918175524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3889462356918175524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3889462356918175524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3889462356918175524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/04/jam-this-is-so-much-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-144766130563877868</id><published>2009-03-31T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:39:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIxLobLytI/AAAAAAAABt8/_QtmxdXXRc4/s1600-h/P290309_17.17%5B03%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIxLobLytI/AAAAAAAABt8/_QtmxdXXRc4/s320/P290309_17.17%5B03%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319368185777736402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIxMMoWv7I/AAAAAAAABuE/91vupq97YhA/s1600-h/P290309_17.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIxMMoWv7I/AAAAAAAABuE/91vupq97YhA/s320/P290309_17.18%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319368195496656818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we can never keep to our new year resolutions! D:&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIyprpwr6I/AAAAAAAABuM/-uhOgKpmY_I/s1600-h/vicky%27s+stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIyprpwr6I/AAAAAAAABuM/-uhOgKpmY_I/s400/vicky%27s+stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319369801551884194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, mg finally caught 'confessions of a shopaholic' tgt. It had such a sweet and happy ending. :D&lt;br /&gt;We had a picnic at the theatre, omg. Sushi, chips, biscuits, chocolate, seaweed. Thankgod, i'm running all this away tmr, with wini! I ate like one whole pkt of chips, faints. Anw, mildred and I shared a special, memorable moment during the show. HAHAH, okay shh.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I joined the words toes and nails tgt and said, "NOSE" Haha, wth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and at the rate i'm studying, i'm going to flunk A's.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like dropping geog. Gp and geog tutorials can kill, srsly. Boring ttm.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. I'm going to read.&lt;br /&gt;I like my neon pink toe nails. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I wish that I could tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; To take it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-144766130563877868?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/144766130563877868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=144766130563877868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/144766130563877868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/144766130563877868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-somehow-we-can-never-keep-to-our.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIxLobLytI/AAAAAAAABt8/_QtmxdXXRc4/s72-c/P290309_17.17%5B03%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6726803078509914866</id><published>2009-03-29T11:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:00:54.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime i'm upset, i'm always surprised by the things that coincidentally appear before me to make me feel much better. It's like a constant reminder from God that you're not alone and, i'm very glad for such reminders. It's just the simple things like random messages, seeing 11:11, finding long lost things and the crossing of paths of old friends.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime's post just reminded me all over again about the littlest things that can have the greatest impacts.&lt;br /&gt;"To JiCheng and Vicky for happily feeding me with cake and porridge as if i had an op on my hands. haha!&lt;br /&gt;To Vicky who almost went to NUH instead.&lt;br /&gt;To Mary and Athalie for entertaining themselves all the time.&lt;br /&gt;To Sam for being there the longest, accompanying 3 different grps."&lt;br /&gt;Met Sam, mary, athalie and jichengggg on Friday, to visit jamie at TTS. I've no idea why but I thought it was NUH and, was on my way there before, athalie saved me. Haha. Anw, I'm so glad that her Op turned out fine. We could all see that she was in alot of pain but, she was so good at masking it with her lameness, vanity and all. Jamie's so very brave!  Soon, all the pain will be gone and we'll be able to take jump shots again okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anw, happypie and I got to spend time tgt that night and catch up. Yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIwE79SjRI/AAAAAAAABt0/H0jB94KXbZw/s1600-h/n598290823_2142780_2810031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIwE79SjRI/AAAAAAAABt0/H0jB94KXbZw/s320/n598290823_2142780_2810031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319366971250347282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happenings on Saturday left me feeling determined to want to play touch without feeling scared. I'm grateful to have such nice teammates. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its become so easy to cry nowadays and that sucks. But, its just a phase and I hope i'll get over it, soon. I need to stop falling sick. The doctor says it's stress. :/ Random but anw, facebook says that i'll go to heaven (yay!) and that i'm 68% pampered. Thanks man. I'm pampered but not spoilt okay! Tsk. Oh, my horoscope for today is weird. Haha. I hope everyone can make it for saap next sat cos, I miss them alot! Vivo and town later, Yay.   (-:  (kathleen, thats the nose right? HAHA) I'm cant wait for 31st march and 1st april!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"And mother told me that the toothfairy would come tonight so, i'd have to get to bed somehow. But, what if my head was too heavy and the toothfairy couldn't lift my pillow to get the tooth? What if her wing got stuck? What if I squished her while turning over? Maybe, theres only one fairy in the whole world. What if, just because of me, noone else gets visits from her? I felt really confused and worried. I thought I was going to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I left the tooth under my pillow and decided to sleep on the floor for the night.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sc76Buc351I/AAAAAAAABtk/3hhrcFpHQd8/s1600-h/605qx6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sc76Buc351I/AAAAAAAABtk/3hhrcFpHQd8/s200/605qx6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318463117527082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant stop staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sc7-8dRg-DI/AAAAAAAABts/YY3ThmzV2c0/s1600-h/IMG_9248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sc7-8dRg-DI/AAAAAAAABts/YY3ThmzV2c0/s320/IMG_9248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318468524574832690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG after our dramafest performance ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6726803078509914866?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6726803078509914866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6726803078509914866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6726803078509914866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6726803078509914866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/everytime-im-upset-im-always-surprised.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SdIwE79SjRI/AAAAAAAABt0/H0jB94KXbZw/s72-c/n598290823_2142780_2810031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6669937267127687179</id><published>2009-03-24T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:46:34.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:11, make a wish! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Fel dear! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Scj8p5I8G4I/AAAAAAAABtM/I3UQkaUXPe0/s1600-h/fel%27s+bday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Scj8p5I8G4I/AAAAAAAABtM/I3UQkaUXPe0/s320/fel%27s+bday+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316777156754021250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Scj8qxPLL8I/AAAAAAAABtU/nIIwjAsh9eY/s1600-h/fel%27s+bday+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Scj8qxPLL8I/AAAAAAAABtU/nIIwjAsh9eY/s320/fel%27s+bday+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316777171812560834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, today's such a happy day. We were supossed to go for dinner at Glasshouse fish&amp;amp;co to celebrate Fels' Bday but, decided to have a more sincere DIY dinner at Eve's place instead. Haha (: Grocery shopped at Railmall while waiting for the rest to finish their maths test. Railmall's such a nice place. Anw, they were all so sweet and cabbed there to fetch me cos, they didnt want me to wait so long for them. Eve's maid helped us with dinner while we fooled around. Haha. Yay, &amp;amp;  we ate and laughed like shitttt, omg. Then, we went up to eve's room for a guitar rock concert (?). HAHA Hilarious ttm. The videos are classic, my goodness. Camwhored at the middle of the road before heading home with puffer fish, as usual. (: I'm so glad that Fel had an awesome 18th bday. :D I think, friend's birthdays are such special days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been acting weird since the term started. My thoughts are just very incoherent, I keep merging words together and I've been pronouncing words weirdly. HAHA, and my wonderful friends just love to pick up all these embarrasing moments and replay it over and over again. Right mabel, Jam? Haha. Okay, and i've been exceptionally loud lately. Jam says that I suddenly keep laughing alot. Like ?! Ironically, I've been feeling extremely tired lately. So tired that i've this stupid headache, which i've gotten immune to. Omg, i think i'm going to die soon. HAHA. Okay, touch wood please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I think its really upsetting to see two people who used to be very much in love, turn into enemies overnight. Ayeee/ D: &amp;amp; I reallyreally hope that the Husky finds a home soon and isnt put to sleep. Btw, 25 000 children die everyday worldwide. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawddd, I need to stop shopping cos, i'm terribly broke. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, Happy wednesday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Like a shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;with sepia-toned loving&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/34076722-6669937267127687179?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6669937267127687179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6669937267127687179&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6669937267127687179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6669937267127687179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/1111-make-wish-happy-birthday-fel-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Scj8p5I8G4I/AAAAAAAABtM/I3UQkaUXPe0/s72-c/fel%27s+bday+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6977675653518360654</id><published>2009-03-21T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T13:22:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPwTrTaZRm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPwTrTaZRm0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="195"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book trailer i've ever watched. Dammit, i'm going to have to spend money on a another book, yet again. But, it looks totally worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yesterday's SHSD was a total failure cos, I ended up spending half the day shopping with my mum at Vivo. She needs a sky blue dress for my uncle's ballroom birthday party. Haha, she was so annoyed about having to wear blue. &amp;amp; I think its really weird having to celebrate your 50th birthday at a ballroom :/ Ohwell, embracing ageing, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but at least I finally completed a proper AQ for the first time, yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lit essay and econs tut left! Theres also geog test to study for and dutchess of malfi to read. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAP later and homeclub flea market :D&lt;br /&gt;It feels strange staying home alone on a saturday morning and not having trng!&lt;br /&gt;Btw I feel really inspired to visit SPCA soon because of cage!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, homework time D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6977675653518360654?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6977675653518360654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6977675653518360654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6977675653518360654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6977675653518360654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-book-trailer-ive-ever-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2890069452784844908</id><published>2009-03-20T01:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:30:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, today is stay-home-&amp;amp;-start-studying-day (SHSSD) ):&lt;br /&gt;Its zihui's and joanne's SHSSD too, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but I've still got to make a trip to Chinatown to collect something. Gawddi'mlazyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think HR played pretty well today though, luck just wasnt on our side right from the very beginning. I was pretty contented watching my zai teammates play, really. Anw, the rest had dinner at KFC while, Joanne, Bavanni &amp;amp; I had Macs instead since, I signed a petiton not to eat KFC and Joanne just doesnt like KFC. Haha. Oh, violin recital went perfectly fine today morning. Ms Tee said, "Dear, you're black nails dont match the song!!" &amp;amp; I was totally caught by surprise. HAHA. I told Abi about and she said, "You should have suggested playing a sadder song then!" HAHA. P was such a dear, for once [haha], today morning, thankyou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SckKgX5AleI/AAAAAAAABtc/uxsRxxynEeA/s1600-h/2669_64358174648_528024648_1328079_7213473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SckKgX5AleI/AAAAAAAABtc/uxsRxxynEeA/s320/2669_64358174648_528024648_1328079_7213473_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316792386372802018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ788N5KAI/AAAAAAAABss/9hHoM-lEczo/s1600-h/Image0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ788N5KAI/AAAAAAAABss/9hHoM-lEczo/s320/Image0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314946797137373186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ797z_bJI/AAAAAAAABtE/-UwBmv-GgGs/s1600-h/Image0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ797z_bJI/AAAAAAAABtE/-UwBmv-GgGs/s320/Image0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314946814208601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ79WxVC-I/AAAAAAAABs8/-KelDLr2UJk/s1600-h/Image0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/ScJ79WxVC-I/AAAAAAAABs8/-KelDLr2UJk/s320/Image0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314946804265323490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm really upset that I didnt get to say Goodbye to my Dad before he left for his long overseas trip today morning. ): Omggg. I woke up, called my mum and asked her if Dad had left and she was like, "He kissed you goodbye today morning what!!" and I was like, "I THOUGHT IT WAS A DREAM! ):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm really excited about MG's plan on adopting a cat from SPCA, for felice! Maybe, I wont be so afraid of cats after that. Ohwell, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today, I realised how often I tend to zone out from everything thats happening around and slip into my own world. &amp;amp; everything starts to feel really surreal and nice then. Omg, I finally realize what Eve meant when she said that I tend to live in my 'Perfect&amp;amp;Happy' World. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel like eating caramel and almond coated popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well it's all so overrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; In not saying how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; So you end up watching chances fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And wondering what's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; So I whisper in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Hoping you hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Do you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2890069452784844908?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2890069452784844908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2890069452784844908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2890069452784844908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2890069452784844908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-today-is-stay-home-shssd-its-zihuis.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SckKgX5AleI/AAAAAAAABtc/uxsRxxynEeA/s72-c/2669_64358174648_528024648_1328079_7213473_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3839591972469827554</id><published>2009-03-18T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:44:44.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally on Facebook after all the peer pressure. HAHA, thanks and no thanks, friends. All your naggings finally paid off. ): Anw, the only thing nice about facebook is that you can throw gummy bears at people! HAHA, OMG, THATS SO FUN OKAY!! Okay, i like throwing red gummy bears. Its so exciting, omg. Haha, okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping and lunch with Horny and Varru were awesome. Yay. I bought 2 pairs of footwear like as if it was bubble tea or something. Haha. Oh, we went to this Big O cafe which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have weird named desserts or sthg.&lt;br /&gt;Back to town again with Yanying tmr, yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get started with some school work after tomorrow :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3839591972469827554?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3839591972469827554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3839591972469827554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3839591972469827554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3839591972469827554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-finally-on-facebook-after-all-peer.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1172775318954544056</id><published>2009-03-16T22:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:16:13.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sb5dIfvbWyI/AAAAAAAABsk/pOl0Gg8cWgg/s1600-h/inspiration-35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sb5dIfvbWyI/AAAAAAAABsk/pOl0Gg8cWgg/s320/inspiration-35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313787010884524834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Can we see beyond the scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And make it to the dawn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I havent blogged in forever. Nothing really memorable happened last week other than falling sick for the hundredth time this year, Bikila House Camp and Sports Day. I miss watching OLE cheerleading back in cedar every sports Day. The highlight of Sports Day was MG lunch after the event itself. I dont remember ever feeling so hungry and desperate for food cos, I hadnt eaten a proper meal for almost three days. Haha. Anw, we just sat there, ate and talked for almost 4hours. Talked about everythi&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;; changes, characters, acceptance, life, future etc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you realise that we always have one of those longlong analytical conversations after camps? Remember the one after Line camp at Galileo Cafe? Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anw, yay Mg is love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday was a sickly get-well-soon day. Yuck. Sunday was Godsis's sweet sixteen party. Happy belated dear. I'll never forget how you pulled me into the botanical gardens pond tgt with you when, you tripped and fell. Hah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Met MG in school today to clear Mr Ng's room. Omg thankfully, we managed get it done very quickly. Called Macs. Lunched. Had Lit lecture. Then, we went to crash kinetic warfare and mass dance. Omg, we got so wet but, it was all so much fun. Anw, i cant believe i'm saying this; I do kinda miss last year's Line camp. Ohoh, and we taught this bunch of kids how to sing "By the light" and they sang us a "thankyou" song in return. Omg, cute ttm. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm meeting Horny and Varru for lunch tmr and then, Shan for shopping. Wednesday is training day, Meet Yanying day and tuition day. Thursday is M1 Touch day and violin recital day. Friday is stay home day and night swimming day. Saturday is saap day. Sunday is kathleen day(?!) and tuition day. Yay! Anw, I think we all need longer holidays. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've finally done with season2 of GG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I must watch 'save the last dance' and 'centre stage' before the end of the hols, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Btw, I was bored while dressing up on Sunday so, i took a Scissors and snipped away half my fringe. HAHA, I think I should just be hairdresser cos, it kinda turned out fine. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been having the weirdest and longest dreams lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ohwell, Happy Holidays dears (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please go sign this petition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whalesharkpetition.com/"&gt;http://www.whalesharkpetition.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-1172775318954544056?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1172775318954544056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1172775318954544056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1172775318954544056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1172775318954544056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-we-see-beyond-scars-and-make-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Sb5dIfvbWyI/AAAAAAAABsk/pOl0Gg8cWgg/s72-c/inspiration-35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6843576932202230894</id><published>2009-03-08T21:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:48:25.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPaogaD8xI/AAAAAAAABsc/8qxEyVoFGdk/s1600-h/inspiration-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPaogaD8xI/AAAAAAAABsc/8qxEyVoFGdk/s320/inspiration-22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310828775028814610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the three hundredth and thirty third posts. Haha, what a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was conscientiously studying for tmr's econs test until I got distracted by many phonecalls and now, i've totally lost my mood to study. Haha. There's still 10 more tortourous pages left. Omg, its like never ending. The pages seem to be multiplying. Btw, I was reading on Imports when, I wanted to call Mildred &amp;amp; ended up typing Imports instead of mildred. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I managed to coax my sis into teaching me ballet temporarily in exchange for practising her softball throwing with her. She's a horrible teacher omg. HAHA. She taught me how to do a pirouette and I ended up looking like a robot. Okay yanying, I really cant wait till next year to learn. ): I think we need a new plan.&lt;br /&gt;When I've a daughter, she'll learn ballet after she learns to walk. I'd rather learn ballet then, the violin. Sighhhhhs. Haha, its okay. Not all is lost. I'm still young and hopefully, still flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was spent playing hours of bridge, eating gummi bears and loads of junk food, and shoppingggg. Yay, I love time spent with all of them :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I screamed too much cos, my throat feels really sore. P, it's all your fault!! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I discovered sthg about diamonds today. They are apparently as common and unrare as carbon. This guy called De Beers bought over all the diamond mines in the world to restrictsupply and therefore, increase demand and price. Omg, so econs. Also, by buying diamonds we are all apparently funding the The Blood Diamond Conflict. Oh and this De Beers guy was also very smart cos, he used Hollywood to propose his idea of diamonds representing Love. I hope they test this during econs tmr. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should go study.&lt;br /&gt;Btw I cant believe Rihanna married Chris brown. Omg srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary mary quite contrary, just sent us the pictures from last week. (:&lt;br /&gt;Athalie and I camwhored alottt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT7BhewaI/AAAAAAAABrk/_PsPnS2JdLY/s1600-h/DSC05870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT7BhewaI/AAAAAAAABrk/_PsPnS2JdLY/s200/DSC05870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821396574552482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPXKNC29AI/AAAAAAAABr8/yT6n2QV9V00/s1600-h/DSC05863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPXKNC29AI/AAAAAAAABr8/yT6n2QV9V00/s200/DSC05863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310824955900261378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT78fuV5I/AAAAAAAABr0/D_xXUVmo53o/s1600-h/DSC05878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT78fuV5I/AAAAAAAABr0/D_xXUVmo53o/s200/DSC05878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821412404877202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT6VWJVtI/AAAAAAAABrU/uXAvUHy65P4/s1600-h/DSC05860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT6VWJVtI/AAAAAAAABrU/uXAvUHy65P4/s200/DSC05860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821384715851474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT7Yc9EnI/AAAAAAAABrs/LlAdyO1gczs/s1600-h/DSC05876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPT7Yc9EnI/AAAAAAAABrs/LlAdyO1gczs/s200/DSC05876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310821402729583218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The sun is hot in the sky, just like a giant spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The people follow the sign, and synchronize in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody knows, they've got a ticket to that show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and just enjoy the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6843576932202230894?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6843576932202230894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6843576932202230894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6843576932202230894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6843576932202230894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-three-hundredth-and-thirty.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SbPaogaD8xI/AAAAAAAABsc/8qxEyVoFGdk/s72-c/inspiration-22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-9202896745206887166</id><published>2009-03-05T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:10:11.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, it 11:11 and everyone can make a wish now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i think i'm having a bad start, academic wise. Maybe its just complacency or sheer laziness. I didnt finish my gp TA today cos, i happily took my own sweet time thinking that an hr and a hour was forever. Ended up doing 2OA and 1 1/2SA. HAHA, omg thats like the stupidest thing ever, srsly. There's some lit test tmr and I dont think i'm going to study. Anddd I lost my content and skills pack. And both lit books; king lear and great expectations. Greattttt.&lt;br /&gt;My book shelve is a black hole. Everything seems to be going missing omg.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I think about studies, I think about how if I dont get 4As and do Law, the whole world is going to be disappointed. And how i'll have to go overseas or sthg next year. This is so annoying and scary. I really look up to people like Mary &amp;amp; Sam, who know what they want to do in the future for certain and pursue it. Gawdddd, I hate studying. Maybe, i should just be a farmer, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel and I had the weirdest conversation during Lit today. HAHA, it was gross ttm. I think I offended my coach during trng today, accidentally. I was singing "tell me what you want, what you really really want" part of the spicegirl's song to abi and, he thought that I was talking about him. :O I'm like the luckiest person on earth cos this kinda things always happens to me, always. HAHA, srsly. And the hits thingy after school sparked off the whole I-dont-want-to-run-800-cos-i'm-scared-but-i-dont-dare-to-offend-anyone-by-asking-them-to-run episode all over again. I dont understand why i'm so scared to even try competing and I cant blame anyone for not understanding it either. Tug-of-war was good. The best part of it was seeing how happy Mr Ng was. Going home with puffer fish made my day, as usual. Oh, and thankyou for today judith dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelve rounds round the track on wednesday with wini was theraputic. Yay, I think running leisurely is very fun. If I read this sentence just a year ago, I would have felt very disgusted with whoever said it. HAHA. If I hadnt joined touchrug, i'll exercise once a year and pray that I wont get fat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll have SAAP this saturday cos it seems like forever since the last time we met!&lt;br /&gt;Till now, the only school song that I know fully is the cedar school song. Its going to be so embarrassing when I graduate from JJ without knowing its school song, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm going to sleep! :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to everyone getting their results tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I took Higher MT, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems like the movies&lt;br /&gt;You bleed just to know your alive  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-9202896745206887166?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9202896745206887166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=9202896745206887166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9202896745206887166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9202896745206887166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-it-1111-and-everyone-can-make-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1658840202511105530</id><published>2009-03-02T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:42:05.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Savd2IUzVsI/AAAAAAAABrM/ymFec3B_XiA/s1600-h/Image0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Savd2IUzVsI/AAAAAAAABrM/ymFec3B_XiA/s200/Image0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580507803670210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time with bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Manyloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Savd13evAYI/AAAAAAAABrE/iVRAwUxgxJo/s1600-h/Image0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Savd13evAYI/AAAAAAAABrE/iVRAwUxgxJo/s200/Image0392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308580503281926530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a feast today.&lt;br /&gt;Felice's cheese tarts were like dabomb. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;School's bearable with MG. Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy birthday, Sis! :D Its so scary how alike we are, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 17 years of existence, I've learnt something through many trials and errors. People walk in and out of your life uncountable times. Most times, these new relationships just end up leaving you hurt. I cant just let you walk in as you please. Not now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;Have you been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to commit? Are you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of getting too tired of being a good friend to many friends? I know its wrong but, sometimes these fears just leave you guarded from the people around you. I'm afraid of too many things for my own good, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching for training, suddenly. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, dont forget your brolly! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-1658840202511105530?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1658840202511105530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1658840202511105530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1658840202511105530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1658840202511105530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-i-miss-spending-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/Savd2IUzVsI/AAAAAAAABrM/ymFec3B_XiA/s72-c/Image0381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6264027858270976038</id><published>2009-03-02T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:32:13.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter&lt;br /&gt;Like a hard candy with a surprise center&lt;br /&gt;How do I get better&lt;br /&gt;Once I've had the best&lt;br /&gt;You said there's tons of fish in the water&lt;br /&gt;So the waters I will test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said move on, where do I go&lt;br /&gt;I guess second best&lt;br /&gt;Is all I will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh won't you walk through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And bust in the door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh no more mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6264027858270976038?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6264027858270976038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6264027858270976038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6264027858270976038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6264027858270976038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-like-indian-summer-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2829520930228529619</id><published>2009-03-01T12:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:28:28.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard the 12noon monthly chime! Yayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, the clouds look so nice and fluffy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an extremely happening day with lots of impromptu decisions and last minute changes. Went to queensway with truggers to get our new jerseys after trng. Rushed to meet yanying at cityhall. Yay, it was so nice to see her after quite awhile. We had nice marvellous cream and I happily left my wallet on the starbucks table. Realised it only at the Mrt station. We practically flew all the back. Citylink never felt so far and long before. I kept telling Yanying that I cannot lose my wallet cos I just lost my phone like 2 months ago. &amp;amp; thankgoodness, it was still on the table. Omg, i'm too careless for my own good and oh-so-lucky at the same time too. Anw, thankyou dear. (: If I had lost my wallet, I would have lost my condo key, ez link and Fay, the frog. Omg, i cannottt lose Fay, the frog and my condo key. Okay, i should chain my wallet and Hp to my neck or sthg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocD8KysnI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeAqieU5EJw/s1600-h/Image0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocD8KysnI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeAqieU5EJw/s200/Image0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308085964826129010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rushed to meet Jamie, Sam, Mary &amp;amp; Athalie and, we rushed to NUH to visit poor xianghui. Athalie &amp;amp; I are scared of hospitals. Haha, omg. Anw, i think he's like the bomb cos, he was still so himself. So irritating and happy, as usual. Hope he recovers quickquick. (:&lt;br /&gt;Left the hospital around 8pm. We took this really long overhead bridge to the busstop and had so much of fun tgt, as usual. (: Made it home just in time for family supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Hmm, this week flew by really quick with lots of house comm mtgs and early nights. I kept falling asleep while watching the 9.30 news this entire week omg. Oh, mildred, joey and I watched Ben Button on wednesday and had the best caramel and almond popcorns. (: And my going home bus partner was really nice to hear me whine for 4hrs and 16mins about not wanting to run 8oom. HAHAH OMG. I love you, puffer fish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocEJgQMtI/AAAAAAAABqk/lZhWJ28EGjg/s1600-h/DSC09409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocEJgQMtI/AAAAAAAABqk/lZhWJ28EGjg/s200/DSC09409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308085968405803730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocFAakreI/AAAAAAAABq0/cEy4TaVdPB4/s1600-h/Image0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocFAakreI/AAAAAAAABq0/cEy4TaVdPB4/s200/Image0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308085983145930210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocEj-RG0I/AAAAAAAABqs/nt_kIMDDjWg/s1600-h/Image0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocEj-RG0I/AAAAAAAABqs/nt_kIMDDjWg/s200/Image0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308085975511014210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, its so nice to make people happy, especially you.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes another week!&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, happy march everybody :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2829520930228529619?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2829520930228529619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2829520930228529619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2829520930228529619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2829520930228529619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-heard-12noon-monthly-chime.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SaocD8KysnI/AAAAAAAABqc/jeAqieU5EJw/s72-c/Image0377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2694838581994689934</id><published>2009-02-23T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:30:51.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellosaveme.Idontwanttogotoschool.OmgIhaventdoneanythgsubstantialthisweekend.Omgihateschool.&lt;br /&gt;Yanying and I wish that it'd be saturday forever.  Seventeen forever. Saturday forever. Something like that, haha. Omg, its going to be the death of me, srsly. (i'm blowing this I-Hate-School thingy out of proportion all over again. HAHA) ughhhh ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay hello school, again. Please be bearable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2694838581994689934?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2694838581994689934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2694838581994689934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2694838581994689934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2694838581994689934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/hellosaveme.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2939991441422946908</id><published>2009-02-22T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:14:00.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often, the path you take to avoid something, tends to bring you towards it.&lt;br /&gt;How else would you define fate and destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramafest is over and thankfully even with all the falling Mics, Impromtu lines and prop malfunctions everything turned out pretty fine. A big thankyou to everyone who came to support, esp the truggers! :D It was undeniably disappointing not to win and it was written on everyone's faces whether they spoke of it or not. But, afterall whats a greater award then the cliched experience, right? Yay, i'm so proud of A02. (: I forgot my last line on stage and cooked up some rubbish which, I cldnt remember the moment I finished saying it. Haha, I guessed it must have sounded sane cos noone really realised except Eve! Haha, and kennedy was the best cos he forgot his shoes. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Mil, Jam and I had a very simple dinner that night. Yay, i like simple dinners. The coffee shop kept having black outs and we kept laughing! Then, it was a long bus ride home with mildred, as usual. Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training on Saturday was good! Pt wasnt really that tiring. I shdnt have taken medication before trng though, silly me. Joanne's piglet is very cute and I shall steal it someday, Haha. Had lunch with Joanne after trng. We were two rather broke people trying to get some good food at err, reasonable prices. HAHA. Shopping at town with mummy the rest of the day was very productive. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;There was no saap yesterday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find time to study. Okay, I mustshallwill study after school next week. I'm so glad that i'm taking arts cos, studying for H1 bio itself is enough it kill me. Omg, its so dry and boringgggg.  But, Lit and Geog are getting tougher and we can all no longer get away with not paying attention during lectures and relying on GK. Srsly, I think science stream people are superheros for survivng such dry subjects. They should have some subjects on psychology, Sea creatures and greek theology or something.&lt;br /&gt;Okay whatever. Shopping and tuition laterrrrr :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is time spent with someone or on a relationship with someone, who turns out to be a complete stranger just years down the road, a complete waste of time? Or was it all worth it cos, afterall its the slightest happenings that make you who you are, unknowingly?&lt;br /&gt;They say, "heart over head". But, since the heart is a just a muscle. What sense is there in all the talk about the heart when, whatever happens, happens in that silly head of everyone's.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the heart came into the picture right from the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Reading makes you think alot. Books arent really objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I used my contacts on Friday and Saturday continuously, without soaking it in the multipurpose solution cos, I was too lazy to go buy it. HAHA, so gross right. Omg. Okay, so now my left eye hurts. Haha, i deserve it. Btw, my mum says i'm getting fat D: This post sounds schizo. Okay, haha bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&amp;amp; tides they turn and hearts disfigure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-2939991441422946908?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2939991441422946908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2939991441422946908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2939991441422946908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2939991441422946908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/often-path-you-take-to-avoid-something.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5888115492073207971</id><published>2009-02-19T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:47:06.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never tried so hard and wanted so badly to get well before. &amp;amp; i've never slept so much before. All I did from 8pm last night till now, was sleep and wake to take medcine, message and answer phone calls. Omg, woah right. I'm going back to sleep soon and just pray that my fever, flu and sore throat is gone by tmr. Yay. Btw, my whole family is sick. Must be the very heaty chilli crab on my mum's bday. Haha, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let dramafest turn out fine and dandy tmr. After all the hard work everyone put in, its the least they all deserve. &amp;amp; I really dont think that they should give out the best class award thingy cos, it'll just get people disappointed in the end. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;Yanying just reminded me not to fall off the stage and to imagine that the audience is naked. HAHA, WTH. Okay, please let me rmb my lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones especially nice and sweet to you when you're sick. Haha, i'm very touched. Thankyou. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, break a leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-5888115492073207971?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5888115492073207971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5888115492073207971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5888115492073207971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5888115492073207971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-never-tried-so-hard-and-wanted-so.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-982798591193258972</id><published>2009-02-16T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:31:07.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday was an alright day afterall. Despite, falling asleep while trying to study econs last night, today's test was still manageable. Thank goodness. I'm forever relying on luck to get past stuff. Haha. Anw, we just made more enemies in school cos apparently some people in the lec theatre were pissed off that we came late for the test and the teacher gave us an extra minute cos she thought we were OGLs. D: But, its really not like we said we were OGLs or anythg. Ohmann. Okay, i feel so guilty now. And, after school today, we shifted our MG table back to our spot cos, the position of the tables got kinda messed up over the weekend. Okay, the whole canteen was starring and it was very embarrassing. I bet more people think we're damn annoying now. HAHA, die. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i'm dropping hair like theres no tmr. I think its getting too long and heavy or sthg. I need hair glue or sthg. HAHA. Oh, mildred and I spent the evening at vivo today. Talked about alot of stuff as usual; wierd people whom we have zero frequency with, Selfish people, nice people... HAHA(okay, my summary sounds really awkward). We shopped at Daiso for damn long, searching for wardrobe stuff for the play. It was so much fun shopping with puffer fish, as usual. Omg, the DIY aprons are going to look so cute. Haha. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;, omg I cant squat anymore!! ): Reminds me of buddy cos, she cant squat either. I think, I either got fatter or my body lost its proportion cos, I fell backwards while trying to squat twice. Omg, thats damn stupid. HAHA. Btw, today was like hot and humid ttm. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Happy tuesday everybody! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yay, i'm so excited cos its my mum's bday tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to read my book.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really young today &amp;amp; so-not-j2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/And if it's a hero you want,&lt;br /&gt;I can save you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-982798591193258972?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/982798591193258972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=982798591193258972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/982798591193258972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/982798591193258972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-was-alright-day-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5529903070881547491</id><published>2009-02-15T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:15:26.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Xinying dear! FAY &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here's wishing all a happy belated Vday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just got home and i'm terribly upset that I couldnt go for bf's bday surprise because of family dinner. ): I'll make it up to you soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;Today morning a few of us did some filming thingy for drama fest at some park in toa payoh. Omg, I feel so sick everytime I think about dramafest this Fri. Its going to be so scary! Okay scary is a understatement. I think i'll faint on stage or something. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Valentines' Day was spent with lovely people. I'm not some cryptic when it comes to Vday like most single people. Haha, being single on Vday isnt that bad, really. SAAP had a date with Cedar! Cedar fiesta wasnt as great as expected but, its the company that matters after all. We kept ranting about the number of guys wondering around our school, though it was just a funfair open to all genders. Haha. Had our usual gift exchange and stuff. My fudgy brownies that were baked at midnight kinda melted as expected but, yay i'm so glad that they were edible. Haha. Oh, training in the morning was kinda tiring but, vday gift exchange later on made up for it. (: It was so nice talking to Gillian while missing like a million trains so that we could talk longer.&lt;br /&gt;Vday ended with a nice candle light family dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure  she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to  like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio  over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love  you. So pick me, choose me, love me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, here’s what I've  decided. There's no such thing as a grown-up. We move out, we move away from our  families. But the basic insecurities, the fears and all the old wounds just grow  up with us. Just when you think life has forced you to truly become an adult,  your mother says something like that. We get bigger, taller, older.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But, for the  most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying  desperately to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an Econs test tmr and I havent started studying for it :O&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodbye everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZgYSXiazBI/AAAAAAAABqM/rIZTvft29dk/s1600-h/Image0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZgYSXiazBI/AAAAAAAABqM/rIZTvft29dk/s400/Image0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303015265063848978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/I love you now like I loved you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the road and these are the  hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From Mozambique to those Memphis nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Khyber Pass to  Vancouver's lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-5529903070881547491?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5529903070881547491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5529903070881547491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5529903070881547491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5529903070881547491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-xinying-dear-fay-3-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZgYSXiazBI/AAAAAAAABqM/rIZTvft29dk/s72-c/Image0295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4101053209314853710</id><published>2009-02-09T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:55:52.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, i'm drinking very nice Tom Yum soup and my lips are like on fire. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Anw, Ohno, i feel so stressed that Vday is coming and I havent bought or made anythg for anybody. I've run out of ideas after religiously celebrating it on such a big scale for 4years in Cedar. It used to be THE big day in school and it was so much fun. Anw, yay it'll be like reliving the past again since, Vday will be spent at Cedar fiesta. Omg YAY (: Anw, shitttt, i need to think of sthg to make/buy soon!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, A02 is doing some lit play for drama fest and it's so much fun, omg really. It like doing drama SYF all over again. Okay, so the coming two weeks will be filled with rehearsals and stuff. Andddd mildred, joey and I get to do wardrobe too. Haha, so exciting. (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my phone's speaker is spoilt and I cant find my book's ziplock cover!! Ughhh, so pissed. And, my mum has made up her mind on the 'No ballet till next year' decision ):&lt;br /&gt;Buttt, I'm getting my pay for the stupid survey shit yanying and I did last year, tmr!! Omg, finally. Haha yay.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm done whinning.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all the roads we have to walk along are winding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There are many things that I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Like to say to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Because maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're gonna be the one who saves me ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And after all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're my wonderwall  &lt;/span&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/34076722-4101053209314853710?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4101053209314853710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4101053209314853710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4101053209314853710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4101053209314853710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-im-drinking-very-nice-tom-yum.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7734799991336353233</id><published>2009-02-07T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:29:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, I'm sick again D:&lt;br /&gt;Its like the weekly Saturday night fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw,  this week wasnt that great after all. The downside of expectations, once again. Thursday was an emotional rollercoaster both at home and school. Thursday was sucky, yuck. As a result, friday morning suffered the carry forward effects. But soon, everything got better. Touch Reunion was awesomestestest, yay (: Training today was much much better than whatever happened on Thursday. Judith and I had the nicest smelling hair today &amp;amp; joanne brought a piglet along for trng HAHA. Oh, judith and I had nice Jap food for lunch today. We missed the stops of our various options of places to eat thrice and ended up at the interchg. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;CCA open house on Wednesday was quite exciting, haha. Its not everyday abi and I can eat  salted fish Fried rice on a table facing the busy field. Haha. And all of us carried the heaviest table ever created around the school. HAHA omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SY2v5Asq1sI/AAAAAAAABpU/KMrftxSHWX8/s1600-h/DSC05629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SY2v5Asq1sI/AAAAAAAABpU/KMrftxSHWX8/s320/DSC05629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300085730459702978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSe56UPI/AAAAAAAABps/rFZakLVXFf8/s1600-h/n521454036_1369319_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSe56UPI/AAAAAAAABps/rFZakLVXFf8/s320/n521454036_1369319_2566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300787656483557618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSpQMGaI/AAAAAAAABp0/31xRw73brv8/s1600-h/SDC10541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSpQMGaI/AAAAAAAABp0/31xRw73brv8/s320/SDC10541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300787659261352354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuR6jYk_I/AAAAAAAABpc/urM3Qq1ZdU8/s1600-h/SDC10508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuR6jYk_I/AAAAAAAABpc/urM3Qq1ZdU8/s320/SDC10508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300787646725395442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSMvvy0I/AAAAAAAABpk/lbXklZWLwX8/s1600-h/IMG_0461-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAuSMvvy0I/AAAAAAAABpk/lbXklZWLwX8/s320/IMG_0461-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300787651609086786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAvK7pn8rI/AAAAAAAABqE/F-Yft9AutLg/s1600-h/SDC10576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SZAvK7pn8rI/AAAAAAAABqE/F-Yft9AutLg/s320/SDC10576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300788626272547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Houlle Roulle's the best :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dont you think its very disgusting when people try very hard to impress? The lies aint getting you anywhere dear. Dont try unless you know for sure you can pull it off without making yourself seem stupid. I know, that you know that, I know. And I dont like being troubled by the littlest things. Its so annoying. Being simple minded is good. I think. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it was nice to finally meet Peiting today (:&lt;br /&gt;Cedar fiesta and Vday; next week!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I shall now go finish reading the book that everyone says looks damn boring. Haha, its not okayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/Sweet dreams are made of this, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-7734799991336353233?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7734799991336353233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7734799991336353233&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7734799991336353233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7734799991336353233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-im-sick-again-d-its-like-weekly.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SY2v5Asq1sI/AAAAAAAABpU/KMrftxSHWX8/s72-c/DSC05629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-9178711414234232531</id><published>2009-02-02T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:13:46.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYbYxfYMu0I/AAAAAAAABpM/_aXlDrXa-l8/s1600-h/Image0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYbYxfYMu0I/AAAAAAAABpM/_aXlDrXa-l8/s320/Image0258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298160356396153666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay, town therapy! (: We were in a take-picture-in-every-mirror mood. HAHA. Met jiang and horny at far east!!! :D It was quite scary cos I was just talking to both of them online early today morning! Haha, apparently xinying was at town too! Town rockxxzz pris. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, monday was alright, i guess. Except for the stupidly crazy, pissing-of, last period. I rolled my eyes so many time that they nearly popped out, omg.&lt;br /&gt;I think the sudden crowd in the canteen is grossly scary. Omg the queues are like from school to town. Faints. Oh, and everyones talking about the new pretty cedar girl in school! Haha, cedar what, ofcourse! MG table is so empty w/o mil, joey and eve; The OGLS. We miss them terriblyyyy. Anw, yay tmr we're going to wear sec sch uni and crash mass dance! Haha. And on wed rendezvous and I are going on a date again. Then theres tuition. Theres training on thurs! Hooray, i like thursday trngs! And friday is touch reunion dinner. And soon it'll be zouk flea mkt! I like this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'm going to sleep damn early today cos, i looked like shit today morning after 3hrs of sleep! Yay, goodbye friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;/So what, I'm still a rockstar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've got my rock moves &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont want you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/34076722-9178711414234232531?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/9178711414234232531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=9178711414234232531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9178711414234232531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/9178711414234232531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-town-therapy-we-were-in-take.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYbYxfYMu0I/AAAAAAAABpM/_aXlDrXa-l8/s72-c/Image0258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2221377749977407058</id><published>2009-02-01T12:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:40:26.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures from the past dont-know-how-long.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujQPQM1I/AAAAAAAABnk/LSY80VLSW5o/s1600-h/Photo0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujQPQM1I/AAAAAAAABnk/LSY80VLSW5o/s200/Photo0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691719860499282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Zihui :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujhx5ktI/AAAAAAAABn0/zHFkFcM6SbE/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujhx5ktI/AAAAAAAABn0/zHFkFcM6SbE/s200/Image114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691724569219794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujkd4LJI/AAAAAAAABns/J_VN-D9BIto/s1600-h/Image0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujkd4LJI/AAAAAAAABns/J_VN-D9BIto/s200/Image0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691725290548370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date with Rendezvous at Holland. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHQe6ERI/AAAAAAAABnU/VhDQ0yHncBg/s1600-h/Image0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHQe6ERI/AAAAAAAABnU/VhDQ0yHncBg/s200/Image0174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691238889820434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome class board! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHHB-DVI/AAAAAAAABm0/GFyPTpQEmwE/s1600-h/Image0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHHB-DVI/AAAAAAAABm0/GFyPTpQEmwE/s200/Image0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691236352527698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujZESviI/AAAAAAAABnc/a3IHniSF4G4/s1600-h/P1120084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujZESviI/AAAAAAAABnc/a3IHniSF4G4/s200/P1120084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691722230447650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left: MG feast, Right: Ws's and Hendy's Bday celeb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHRMOUmI/AAAAAAAABnE/jpGsJjljY9s/s1600-h/Image0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHRMOUmI/AAAAAAAABnE/jpGsJjljY9s/s200/Image0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691239079891554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG on CNY celeb day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHPPXpSI/AAAAAAAABm8/S7iklr55fS0/s1600-h/Image0136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHPPXpSI/AAAAAAAABm8/S7iklr55fS0/s200/Image0136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691238556214562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you, jam. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHeff_DI/AAAAAAAABnM/AETxc5TXYmk/s1600-h/Image0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUuHeff_DI/AAAAAAAABnM/AETxc5TXYmk/s200/Image0172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691242650401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont eat these fried hermit crabs.&lt;br /&gt;Look how sad they look ):&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe 7eleven sells this, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYk3mSLI/AAAAAAAABmk/YLjdst-RVB4/s1600-h/n731769851_1975935_2516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYk3mSLI/AAAAAAAABmk/YLjdst-RVB4/s200/n731769851_1975935_2516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297690436908239026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYEWFH6I/AAAAAAAABmM/C9yE5-J6uB4/s1600-h/n731769851_1975936_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYEWFH6I/AAAAAAAABmM/C9yE5-J6uB4/s200/n731769851_1975936_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297690428177719202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYvrlqKI/AAAAAAAABmc/Du1rf9f7L38/s1600-h/n1445520703_206587_4081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYvrlqKI/AAAAAAAABmc/Du1rf9f7L38/s200/n1445520703_206587_4081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297690439810656418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYPa7mCI/AAAAAAAABmU/n0f9W3qdjoU/s1600-h/n1445520703_206585_3436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYPa7mCI/AAAAAAAABmU/n0f9W3qdjoU/s200/n1445520703_206585_3436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297690431150856226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing of yusheng.&lt;br /&gt;SAAP :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr91TSYI/AAAAAAAABl8/MpaeKcRRFNU/s1600-h/n731313241_2032028_1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr91TSYI/AAAAAAAABl8/MpaeKcRRFNU/s200/n731313241_2032028_1876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297689670515378562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr4WQ1CI/AAAAAAAABl0/2xOcOyxVQrE/s1600-h/n731313241_2032057_9578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr4WQ1CI/AAAAAAAABl0/2xOcOyxVQrE/s200/n731313241_2032057_9578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297689669043016738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr7OAXeI/AAAAAAAABmE/iJoNxwc-L2w/s1600-h/n731313241_2032066_2259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsr7OAXeI/AAAAAAAABmE/iJoNxwc-L2w/s200/n731313241_2032066_2259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297689669813689826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Exco (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsrmTJldI/AAAAAAAABlk/qRGA8hZ_Ugg/s1600-h/n663652066_1711740_1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsrmTJldI/AAAAAAAABlk/qRGA8hZ_Ugg/s200/n663652066_1711740_1109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297689664198120914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsrxQgOAI/AAAAAAAABls/kobF2htKClw/s1600-h/n663652066_1711741_1337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUsrxQgOAI/AAAAAAAABls/kobF2htKClw/s200/n663652066_1711741_1337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297689667139811330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random pictures I just found from last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYpROjbI/AAAAAAAABms/4NxmGqlQxM0/s1600-h/n731769851_1935902_7644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUtYpROjbI/AAAAAAAABms/4NxmGqlQxM0/s200/n731769851_1935902_7644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297690438089477554" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, polaroids (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy February (: This month's going to be good cos, i finally heard the mthly12noon chime. Whats more, theres Vday, Cedar fiesta, 13people's bday, Touch reunion dinner, Exco gathering, Flea mkt @ zouk, SAAP, Uncle's huge house warming, BBQ etc. YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, SAAP was at Potong pasir yesterday. Haha, i guess it was meant to be nostalgic! I finally had PP tau huey after like a year! Cedar shd hurry and move back there pronto. Saw many cedarians. Met Really and wati too!! :D Went to flea mkt at Homeclub to support jer! I felt so underdressed cos i was in fbt and shirt after trng and everyone there was so pretty and dressed so nicely, ugh. we didnt really shop around much cos of the crowd and stuff &amp;amp; just slacked around at jeralyn's stall. Oh but i ended up buying sthg from her. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I just watched 13 going 30 on demand Tv, again. Haha, demand Tv is addictive omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Ec tuition with kathleen and jeralyn at town in awhile. (:&lt;br /&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/34076722-2221377749977407058?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2221377749977407058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2221377749977407058&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2221377749977407058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2221377749977407058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-from-past-dont-know-how-long.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SYUujQPQM1I/AAAAAAAABnk/LSY80VLSW5o/s72-c/Photo0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3429249763524481620</id><published>2009-01-30T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:43:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA, I was just shopping online and saw this: "Model stands at 160m" HAHAHA ?!&lt;br /&gt;Woah, thats like 5m short of the height of the spore flyer. HAHA omg. Okay, someday I want to be tall but maybe not 160m! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I just watched Made of Honour on Demand TV for 5 bucks. Haha, what a rip off right. And you can only watch it till midnight today so, my mum is watching it again now to get her moneys worth. HAHA. And I just made 5bucks by winning a bet with my mum on the name of the co-star. Haha, shit should have bet more please! Oh, just awhile ago, near Vivo, I saw a women getting handcuffed happily (?)! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred and I finally got to go home tgt just like we used to! So nice of her to wait for my Team PC to end. (: Yay, we went to have frolick and Popiah. Her mouth is so small, omg. I was left with one 'slice' of popiah and she was still left with 3!! I love our longlong rides home and I finally got to tell sb about my analogy behind JC being 2 years, Sec sch 4 and primary sch 6, haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;Anw, poor eve, mab and ken were sick and stuck in the sickbay today. Hope they get well soon! The day started of with geog lec by tommy. We just kept making fun of the way he pronounces his words and how he eats them up. So mean right? Haha, omg but srsly, its quite torturous. And we chiong-ed out the moment he said, "you may leave now." I was first!! HAHAH, childish. Aye, and then there were a few more lessons and then it was the last lesson, lit tut. Omg, this is the one that we all slept through last week. The whole and hr and a half. But this time it was different. Omg, Jam went mad. We just laughed through the whole hr and a half. HAHA, damn funny. Then, it was plank time after school and Touch PC which was pretty slack, thankfully. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, on wednesday I went all the way for tuition at 7pm to find out that there was no tuition cos of CNY. Omg, I was so upset and pissed. HAHA, i cant believe myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today was the last day of quiet and calm around school. Ohman, come monday we'll have to beat the long queues and fight to get our MG table. Haha ): Oh, i've been running and hiding away from the VP for the past few days cos I havent dared to wear my long skirt yet. HAHA aye D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you miss someone you dont even know? Omg, this is so scary and stupid. Ohwelllll.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, hello anybody above the clouds, please keep everyone happy and sane cos, lots of shit has been happening to lots of people ):&lt;br /&gt;Pretty please :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/Looking at you, holding my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For once in my life, i'm scared to death&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/34076722-3429249763524481620?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3429249763524481620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3429249763524481620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3429249763524481620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3429249763524481620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-i-was-just-shopping-online-and-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6337026867734195977</id><published>2009-01-29T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:06:59.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The body is a slave to it's impulses. But the thing that makes us human is what we can control. After the storm, after the rush, after the heat of the moment has passed, we can cool off and clean up the messes we made. We can try to let go of what was. Then again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we're all so concerned with whos right and whos wrong that we forget whats right and whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been way too eventful. But whether I want to acknowledge these happenings or not makes all the difference. Anw, Thankgod its friday tmr. Yay (: My weekends have been nicely planned out. I havent been falling asleep in school for the past two days and i've been doing all my tutorials. Haha, Hooray! Okay, the Muttons on the radio are hilarious. Omg haha. Btw, i want a backpack cos everyone looks so at ease and peaceful carrying it. My shoulder is hurting ): Haha, okay I need to go hang the clothes now cos, its my turn today D: Yuck i hate housework.  &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6337026867734195977?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6337026867734195977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6337026867734195977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6337026867734195977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6337026867734195977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/body-is-slave-to-its-impulses.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8408873911924824144</id><published>2009-01-27T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:31:49.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Buddy! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll always rmb those panicky phone conversations over the phone at the wee hours of the morning. &amp;amp; all your weird and oh so funny dreams you always have. You're unglam photoes are the best, srsly. (: Buddy loves you many. &lt;/span&gt;Efficient secretary ely's summary of the day. Haha. "EXCO met up for Wanping's birthday lunch (under "orders" from Cedric the bf, LOL). It was much fun, surprising her and seeing how happy she was. We'd a great time catching up, reliving those memories &amp;amp; witnessing how we've all changed in some way or another... Yet at others we know for sure that things, traits, habits, character and personality will prolly remain forever. (And Vicky, that just means you and your countless, never-ending embarrassing moments, for one! :D)"&lt;br /&gt;I love how we always have so many things to laugh about and everytime we meet I just miss Cedar, CPB, PR, our bubble tea and tau huey evenings more and more. Only and Green fairy. Somehow, like it  or not, time has away of fading memories. But i'll do whatever it takes to remember the time spent with Exco. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pictures soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mildred just called. She said, "Omg why do you sound so happy? its scary!" HAHA, I love talking to mildred. She's always so funny in the I-dont-mean-to-be-funny and I-dont-think-its-funny-at-all-way HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, CNY has been great with lots of Pineapple tarts. I've eaten way too much of them. Omg. My grandma says this every year; "ehhh, you've grown taller and prettier." Haha, I wish. Its just my heels getting higher. And my grandpa will say; "Eat more! why you look so skinny. Anw, are you going to study hard and become a doctor?" I look like a fat elephant please. He tells me to become a doctor every year. How cute is that. Haha. My cousins on my mum's side are always very jealous that I get red and purple packets, get to celebrate two festivals, buy two sets of new year clothes. But, theres a downside to everything okay. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been caught up with the idea of taking up ballet. Its nothing random. Tuesdays, 7-8, with Yanying. And i'm so upset that my parents only want me start it after A's which is pretty reasonable and all but, I'm terribly stubborn. Its like, I just want to do it now and only now. Omg, i think i'm weird. Ayeee, &amp;amp; i'm not brave enough to do things behind their back. How D:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its just a coincidence that mildred wants to take up guitar now and only now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, things will fall into place somehow. Haha and school tmr will not be boring or draining or tiring or boring or boring. &amp;amp; its such a short week ahead so, everyone will survive (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If something that we didn’t know we had disappears. Do we miss 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/34076722-8408873911924824144?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8408873911924824144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8408873911924824144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8408873911924824144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8408873911924824144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-buddy-d-ill-always-rmb.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3761197984870111661</id><published>2009-01-27T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:44:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="256" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e139/MissEcstasy/inspiration-21.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sometimes good things fall apart&lt;br /&gt;so better things can fall together &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-3761197984870111661?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3761197984870111661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3761197984870111661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3761197984870111661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3761197984870111661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8044439890910718269</id><published>2009-01-25T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:13:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We don't wish for the easy stuff. We wish for big things. Things that are ambitious, out of reach. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We wish because we need help and we're scared and we know we may be asking too much. We still wish, though, because sometimes they come true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We all get at least one good wish a year. Over the candles on our birthday. Some of us throw in more. On eyelashes, fountains, lucky stars, aeroplanes and every now and then, one of those wishes comes true. So what then? Is it is as good as we'd hoped? Do we bask in the warm glow of our happiness? Or, do we just notice we've got a long list of other wishes waiting to be wished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more things change, the more they stay the same.&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/34076722-8044439890910718269?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8044439890910718269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8044439890910718269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8044439890910718269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8044439890910718269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-dont-wish-for-easy-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4926694496200610223</id><published>2009-01-23T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:57:34.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only everyday was like today, i woudnt press snooze at least 8 times before dragging my lazy self off the bed, every morning! Yay, we shd have school till like 11 and go meet friends at town everyday. Life would be so much more exciting and err, purposeless? Haha, anw celebrations were bearable with MG. (: Its such a pity our new year lunch was cancelled. Soon okay! Anw, met Yanying at YCK and we went to town. Ate our usual food, had a free latte (HAHA!), shopped as usual, saw like the whole world at town, saw manymany cedarians andddddddd met OHXINYING, HER BF, JER and SHORT COINCIDENTALLY! :D :D HAHA, so we all went shopping tgt and had an unofficial SAAP. Oh, then it'll be called FAAP since, today's a friday. Haha, anyways then, i met mummy in the evening to shop somemore and have dinner. &amp;amp; theres trng, SAAP tossing of yusheng and CNY family BBQ tmr! (: We shd have some kind of festival every month, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've been reaching home ard 10 the past few days and falling asleep immediately after bathing. And the funniest part is that I dont even know why I'm reaching home so late. Travelling just takes up alot of time and energy. Crap, and it doesnt help that i insist on taking bus home though it takes a million years longer than the mrt. I hate the mrt. Its such an invation of personnal privacy.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, wed was a rendezvous with rendezvous at Holland. We had nice dessert and played on a swing. Study plan was such a flop. Haha, anw judith does the funniest things, really. (: I was half an hr late for tuition that day though. :O&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's self trng was so much fun! (: haha, we shd do fun PT more often mannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I just got an email from ms spoon (HAHA) that the cedar fiesta will have the woofball thingy where you can roll around in th water. Omg, thats going to be much fun! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, Happy CNY everybody (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because you never think the last time is the last time.&lt;br /&gt;You think you have forever, but you don't.&lt;/strong&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/34076722-4926694496200610223?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4926694496200610223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4926694496200610223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4926694496200610223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4926694496200610223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/because-you-never-think-last-time-is.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-204191426716492632</id><published>2009-01-20T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:00:37.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I got home not long ago, watched Step Up and just spent an hour scrolling on lookbook. Haha, theres geog and econs tutorial to do, if i'm not wrong. I forsee that i'm going to be very sleepy tmr. Anw, I just had to watch step up cos I heard someone play the violin part of the final dance today!! Omg, &amp;amp; surprisingly my dvd is in perfect condition and I cld watch the Final dance w/o the pauses. (HAHA, SAAP!) Thankgoodness. Actually its not very difficult so, I shall try! Yay. &amp;amp; everytime after I watch Step Up I feel like going for ballet lessons. I can use my Sister's tutu! Haha. Okayokay, maybe after A's? Oh, and I just unpicked my skirt. It looks damn ugly but who cares cos, school isnt a fashion parade. Right? Okay and if its still not long enough, the school will just have to sue the maufacturer cos now it's at the length, at purchase. This skirt thingy just reminds me of Kelly and jessica. HAHA. Haiyoh, this skirt thingy is so annoying cos now i've become very much conscious about it and so has every other kepo person. Tsk. Its just a skirt, dammit. And btw, today joey and I saw sthg very scary in school. Even scarier than ghosts and lizards. Omg, it just reminded me of how different things are here and now. Seems like a grp of people just cant have fun without having people bitch about them. How sad, srsly. ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but the funniest thing happened today morning cos, XiangHui and I decided to walk to school from lakeside instead of taking bus cos we were late and ended up getting lost while walking. Omg, it was quite frightening actually. We were so late, so lost and perspiring all over (YUCK!). Lesson learnt, never trust XH to lead the way! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we got our team bags today :DDD Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the superrr draining day with 3 an hour and a half lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Then theres CCA PE, Date with rendezvous and tuition from 7-9 tmr.&lt;br /&gt;We will all survive somehow. Yay (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Work time! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/Cause you're a miracle through and through&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/34076722-204191426716492632?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/204191426716492632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=204191426716492632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/204191426716492632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/204191426716492632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-50453388216966431</id><published>2009-01-19T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T23:31:08.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blog, i'm going to crash soon. Yawns. Sighs. Faints.&lt;br /&gt;Lessons in school are extremely drainingggggg. Not to mention, extremely boring.&lt;br /&gt;Half way through econs lecture I kind of drifted away and found myself extremely lost at the end. I was thinking of what to wear for new year. HAHA, btw my mum hung some gold prosperity thingy outside my house -_- Faints. Oh, and morning assembly today was extremely extremely extremely embarrassing TTM. Though I know I totally deserved it cos, noone can deny that my skirt is extremely short. Okay but i'm just plain lazy to alter it again and i'd like to think i'll survive a 3/4 of year somehow. This skirt problem would never have happened in Cedar. Today's such an extreme day. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OH, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZIHUI DEAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting or exciting happened last week either except for falling sick and looking really sickly&amp;amp;ugly on Sunday and visiting the Museum Of Broken Relationships. Yay, thankyou K for being such a dear and 'surprising' me there. Haha. Anw, its such a pity so many ppl didnt know about it cos, the exhibits were really sentimental, deep and touching. I loved the Caterpillar toy one. The story behind it was so sweet. K was being such an idiot starring at the bras hanging there. Yay, i'm so glad I went. Gosh, I miss my exciting holidays. I bet Horny is having so much fun in poly.&lt;br /&gt;I need to water my skirt and pray for speedy growth. I need to study. I need to sleep. I need to shop desperately. I need to eat frolick or Yammi yogurt. I need something exciting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Omg i sound like a terribly deprived and sad person. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Friday, like extremelyextremelyveryverymuch. Cny short celeb in school, Trng, SAAP, Cny shopping, Reunion dinner(NC), CNY!!, Buddy's birthday and exco gathering!! :D Hooray. Okay and in no time, it'll be school again -_- D:D:D: Save me, somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violin tomorrowwwwww! YAY (:&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something that just comes naturally. I hate having to work hard for sthg. I'm so lazy right! I know. I'm failing oh so miserably at trying to be hardworking this year :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-50453388216966431?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/50453388216966431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=50453388216966431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/50453388216966431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/50453388216966431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-blog-im-going-to-crash-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7101753298840406956</id><published>2009-01-15T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:22:52.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more you tell yourself not to think about something, the more you just cannot help but think about it. I have so many reasons to hate you but I wont. So rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's draining TTBM D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever falling asleep during bio.&lt;br /&gt;Omg save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be Ariel in my next life then, all I'd have to worry about would be having legs. Haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to Saturday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TGIF (:&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/34076722-7101753298840406956?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7101753298840406956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7101753298840406956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7101753298840406956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7101753298840406956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-you-tell-yourself-not-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6616193873885250086</id><published>2009-01-12T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:55:14.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;omg, I went to watch news a while ago and I was waiting very nervously rgd the O levels results thingy. Dont even ask me why. HAHA. And I was chanting to my mum, "pleaseshowcedar pleaseshowcedar.." AND THEY DID! YAYYY. Msg 9.0. Zai man. Of course, cedar's the best! (: HAHA, omg i'm like so happy now and its not like as if I got 9 points or sthg. HAHA. Okay, I'm going to buy papers tmr! Haha, omg crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, yay first day of school was great with Merry gang! :D Somehow, it felt like as if we never had holidays. Here's the horriblest terriblest incorrigiblest(?) part. We took height and weight today. Omg, 152. Hello, that scale better be wrong cos I refuse to believe that I'm like the height of some some sec 2 kid. Omg, so upset. ): short, fat &amp;amp; ugly. Ugh, so upset.&lt;br /&gt;I need sneakers with heels. HAHA dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is a rubbish post. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtZUPHCTyI/AAAAAAAABiE/1RWuaZvxHRM/s1600-h/P1100096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290420391465078562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtZUPHCTyI/AAAAAAAABiE/1RWuaZvxHRM/s320/P1100096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6616193873885250086?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6616193873885250086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6616193873885250086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6616193873885250086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6616193873885250086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-i-went-to-watch-news-while-ago-and.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtZUPHCTyI/AAAAAAAABiE/1RWuaZvxHRM/s72-c/P1100096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3385156147957125580</id><published>2009-01-11T10:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T21:37:10.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Jeralynnnnn! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAAP was at my condo again yesterday. Yay, kathleen, wati and yinxue came but, choopsie wasnt there! Anw, we planned some treasure hunt thingy for jeralyn to find us. Bf and I got so stressed trying to put up the clues. We kept freaking out in the lift. HAHA. Kelly's mind works in funny ways cos all her clues were so funny omg. Anw, yay the birthday girl and Short found us. And we &lt;strike&gt;surprised&lt;/strike&gt; appeared and popped the poppers and sang the Cedar Bday song. And then, it was camwhore, polaroids, cake, presents, cake fight?! and yinxue's wonderful singing. Then kathleen and wati left. Then, we went to the jaccuzzi to soak our feet and wait till midnight!! But we got chased away just before midnight. D: So jeralyn spent the first few seconds of being 18 climbing down the staircase. -_- How memorable. Then it was some cabbing frenzy and home.&lt;br /&gt;I love birthdays! &amp;amp; They are all such dears. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm-2ZEQOI/AAAAAAAABgU/7zkTyUnbivg/s1600-h/JER+BDAY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872467261931746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm-2ZEQOI/AAAAAAAABgU/7zkTyUnbivg/s400/JER+BDAY!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the pictures in sequence. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Lets all hope that the ballon comes down soonnnn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGmOxaDJI/AAAAAAAABh8/E6XoFV9_2Tg/s1600-h/n731769851_1900008_2980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290399809891077266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGmOxaDJI/AAAAAAAABh8/E6XoFV9_2Tg/s320/n731769851_1900008_2980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGmGVt1FI/AAAAAAAABh0/VR4HF3KFOhU/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290399807627449426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGmGVt1FI/AAAAAAAABh0/VR4HF3KFOhU/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGl9xXrMI/AAAAAAAABhs/GO6uoxNxoSQ/s1600-h/n731769851_1900012_1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290399805327518914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWtGl9xXrMI/AAAAAAAABhs/GO6uoxNxoSQ/s320/n731769851_1900012_1094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just before SAAP was Trng and Lunch with Judith + Semi shopping with judith and wini. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 rounds during trng was just OMG. Shit, my stamina is :O Dog and bone was fun though. And circuits was actually quite enjoyable until the star jumps part. I'm aching every where esp, my thighs. Must be that my bones cannot take it cos its just too F.A.T. I'm so jealous of skinny and tall people. SO. Ugh D:&lt;br /&gt;Anw, then Rendezvous and I had our virgin trip to the new JP. Omg, i think its too big and messy, like vivo. So scary. Haha, town still wins hands down please. We had newyorknewyork for lunch. My sandwich kept falling apart. HAHA. Judith was so amused. Wini came to join us and then we went to walkwalk. Oh the party shop there is so fun! They have the prettiest disney princess balloons. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlp-tyaVII/AAAAAAAABhk/MS7BbhqGK04/s1600-h/Image0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289875763487200386" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlp-tyaVII/AAAAAAAABhk/MS7BbhqGK04/s320/Image0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlp-re6Z6I/AAAAAAAABhc/RFVszFFNVEM/s1600-h/Image0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289875762868545442" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlp-re6Z6I/AAAAAAAABhc/RFVszFFNVEM/s320/Image0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh, and a few days back it was Touch Chalet. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yay, night cycling and majong-ing was so much fun. Wini and I made the awesomest and most fattening omelette ever! Haha. Seniors came over for the BBQ! The BBQ food was really good! (: Judith makes the bestttt BBQed Marshmellows ever. Oh but on the downside, I think aloha loyang has way too many big fat ugly lizards. Yuck. Haha, we kept screaming and screaming and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_SEZH7I/AAAAAAAABgc/-rAvEN8NwKA/s1600-h/chalet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872474691411890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_SEZH7I/AAAAAAAABgc/-rAvEN8NwKA/s400/chalet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872484966950914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_4WRaAI/AAAAAAAABg0/R_6xi6x-iQY/s400/SDC10029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_ekWjAI/AAAAAAAABgk/Ky1tgkdAV_8/s1600-h/DSC05201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872478046686210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_ekWjAI/AAAAAAAABgk/Ky1tgkdAV_8/s400/DSC05201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_ifDsVI/AAAAAAAABgs/KTtoMJxz6yU/s1600-h/DSC05332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289872479098220882" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm_ifDsVI/AAAAAAAABgs/KTtoMJxz6yU/s400/DSC05332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yay, houlle roulle's the best ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are always so much fun. School starts tmr and i'm dreadingggg it TTBM. On the hindside, at least I get to see MG like finally and we're going to have our usual school fun again. (: Just no ponning lessons and going late this time. Haha. Okay, goodluck everyone. We'll survive, yay. Omg, I cant wait to get A's done and over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh and i've got so many exciting dates to look forward to in the coming two months. Haha Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dont mean dates as in that kind of dates. HAHA. So many somemore! omg Flirt. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alrighty, goodbye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What a happy post. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/I know your eyes in the morning sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I feel you touch me in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And the moment that you wander far from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I wanna feel you in my arms again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/34076722-3385156147957125580?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3385156147957125580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3385156147957125580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3385156147957125580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3385156147957125580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-jeralynnnnn-d-saap-was.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWlm-2ZEQOI/AAAAAAAABgU/7zkTyUnbivg/s72-c/JER+BDAY!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-2799493325947881394</id><published>2009-01-07T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T01:36:20.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAGE DEARRRR :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you're legal 18! So fast; sweet sixteen, sexy seventeen and now its legal eighteen already! Hope you'll have a wonderful, exciting &amp;amp; memorable birthday and may it be everything you've wished for and more! Anw, remember what we were doing this time last year? Haha. Miss you and manymanymany loves!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw here are some overdue picnic pictures! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOQMaP6hoI/AAAAAAAABgM/IcedMTCdsNg/s1600-h/DSC05780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288228930341996162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOQMaP6hoI/AAAAAAAABgM/IcedMTCdsNg/s320/DSC05780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgzlMhvI/AAAAAAAABf0/TVolnc7Hcbs/s1600-h/DSC05690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224882693015282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgzlMhvI/AAAAAAAABf0/TVolnc7Hcbs/s200/DSC05690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgUIkl0I/AAAAAAAABfk/O2LtlbvDC1s/s1600-h/DSC05740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224874251458370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgUIkl0I/AAAAAAAABfk/O2LtlbvDC1s/s200/DSC05740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgKljwlI/AAAAAAAABfc/Ih_qZ8OT1lQ/s1600-h/DSC05777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224871688684114" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgKljwlI/AAAAAAAABfc/Ih_qZ8OT1lQ/s200/DSC05777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgf8ZwrI/AAAAAAAABfs/5Zvy-C8aT2g/s1600-h/DSC05706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224877421642418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOMgf8ZwrI/AAAAAAAABfs/5Zvy-C8aT2g/s200/DSC05706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, meet Mohd Ali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noone wanted to eat the cheesecake cos they said that I kept playing with it! (where got pleaseee! haha) Anw, sooo, I attempted making a snowman with shan's help and well, thats how he turned out. HAHA, everyone was so disgusted and couldnt wait to get rid of him D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss them already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mugging with mildred on monday was productive, Yay. Everytime I wanted to catch her attention, I threw my beads bracelet at her! HAHA, cos the table was like so wide. Soon, everytime I picked it up, she got paranoid and thought that I wanted to throw it at her! HAHA Anw, we gave up trying very hard to focus after lunch and went shopping! (: Saw luke three times that day! Oh and we were both having flu; blowing our trumpets around. I think Ariel is the prettiest disney princess and she doesnt think so ): Haha, and she's so funny. She cant make up her mind and choose one carebear as her favourite. The moon one is so cute, rightright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOO9iIyatI/AAAAAAAABgE/PXpk0LgQBYQ/s1600-h/6JAN+-mil+vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288227575249922770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOO9iIyatI/AAAAAAAABgE/PXpk0LgQBYQ/s320/6JAN+-mil%2Bvicky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was just such a wasted day but at least I got to Ikea hotdogs. (: Haha&lt;br /&gt;Fever sucks. I keep falling sick lately. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;This is so weird cos, everytime I hear stories from the past from older people, I always imagine it in black and white or sepia mode. Haha, I like listening to stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just had my virgin emoticon conversation with Boyly girl. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; all the best for your performance later today, horny! (:&lt;br /&gt;Touch Chalet today! Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/Maybe baby you're too pretty for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe baby you're playing hide and no seek&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/34076722-2799493325947881394?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2799493325947881394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=2799493325947881394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2799493325947881394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/2799493325947881394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-cage-dearrrr-d-omg-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWOQMaP6hoI/AAAAAAAABgM/IcedMTCdsNg/s72-c/DSC05780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5764722394918177057</id><published>2009-01-04T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:17:36.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/APD7JC7KVxo&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="244" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't ever want to be born as a toy ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-5764722394918177057?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5764722394918177057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5764722394918177057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5764722394918177057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5764722394918177057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-1844949912333047819</id><published>2009-01-04T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:44:02.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWC9YiqceJI/AAAAAAAABe8/-Ke-9ZuZe00/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287434191852304530" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWC9YiqceJI/AAAAAAAABe8/-Ke-9ZuZe00/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWC5Z8imqCI/AAAAAAAABes/mV9XxxnIOng/s1600-h/4jan08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287429817932097570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWC5Z8imqCI/AAAAAAAABes/mV9XxxnIOng/s320/4jan08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday evenings are so much fun (: Saap was at my condo yesterday. New year with attendance starting from scratch, yay. Please let nothing fall on saturday evenings. We had A movie marathorn. Haha, watched A movie. Anw gillian is classic. She thought 'blank screen' was a title of a movie when, we were actually referring to a real blank screen. HAHA. Yay, I think we'll be richrichrich once we start up "(verylongname which jiang says super quickly. HAHA) Cafe" :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathleen was SOOOO lazy during tuition today! HAHA. Anw, I think tuition's getting better. At least, the teacher doesnt seem to be speaking and writing alien anymore. I did abit of maths in econs today after an entire year of keeping away from it. Okay, I still can multiply and divide. Thankgod! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let mugging date tmr be successful! Why do I get a feeling its going to be another shopping date? HAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A week till reality hits hard. Hello week ahead, please take your time and past very very very slowly. I hope you never end, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mkt structure test in two weeks?! Huh, since when. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; please dont tell me theres holiday homework cos I havent done anythg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many pleases. Okay, I cant wait to say thankyou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll remember your promise forever okay! Haha, you cannot run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A logcake in a loghouse (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/and when she was sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i was there to dry her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and when she was happy so was i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when she loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/34076722-1844949912333047819?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1844949912333047819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=1844949912333047819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1844949912333047819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/1844949912333047819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-evenings-are-so-much-fun-saap.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SWC9YiqceJI/AAAAAAAABe8/-Ke-9ZuZe00/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6655522927893232318</id><published>2009-01-03T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:18:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just spent the first hour of 3 Jan laughing like shitttt. Some damn hilarious stupid video and silly mabeline toh mei ping. Video aside. Omggg, I know why I become bitchier. Its all because of somebody okay! HAHA, you cannot deny it! Anw, I realise sthg, I always force her to tell me her long winded stories and then, i'll just get distracted and only hear the ending. HAHAHA, omg. I'm so mean. But its okay cos, you're mean-er. Love you anyway. (: Oh and she reminded me of the night in new zealand when mil, joey, mabel and I were sleeping/talking together and suddenly I saw this handprint on the glass door. I started screaming like shit. Then, mildred and joey started screaming too. HAHA, omg we were like petrified. And mable kept insisting that it was her handprint but we didnt believe her. (it was hers!) Noone wanted to close the stupid curtain at the door and noone dared to go to the 2nd level. So we all just squeezed into two beds on the first level. HAHA, and there was also the stupid black out part and joey and mabel ended bathing tgt and were screaming obscene exclamations when Mr Goh entered our room. He was like, "err, i hope they arent doing anythg funny." HAHAH  OMG FAINTS. I'd love to do newzealand all over again with noone else but them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has become such a habit. Its addictive omg. Anw, I did alot of people watching today. HAHA. Speechless. Oh and Training today was fun. Jasimine got me hooked on the "you can have wtv you like' song and we kept singing that line over and over and over again through out trng. My stamina is like shit now though. 2.4 today was like :/ Its 'Hello' training again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long skirts, small blouses, Crisp well pressed clothes, Brand new bags, High socks, Bulky white new shoes and all the soon to be gone innocence. I saw lots of new sec ones today cos it was my sister's first day at STC and, it just brought be back to my Cedar days. Everyone just looks so cute on the first of school. Omg man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay i had Frolick and i'm addicted to dancedance :D&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm two quarters and a heart down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;These words are all I have so I'll write them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you need them just to get by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're falling apart to half time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance, Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And these are the lives you love to lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dance, this is the way they'd love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If they knew how misery loved 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/34076722-6655522927893232318?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6655522927893232318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6655522927893232318&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6655522927893232318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6655522927893232318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-spent-first-hour-of-3-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7569211763434791502</id><published>2009-01-01T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:29:01.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesyes, Happy new year, pull your ear. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hello 2009, goodbye 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I never actually got used to writing 08. I'm still stuck at like 06.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, everyone's got one of this reflective posts and everyones blogging about how everyone else has them too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Whoevers reading can just save yourself the trouble and click the x above. Dont worry, I wouldnt know. Haha&lt;br /&gt;Anw, so here it goes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last year just made me believe firmer in the saying, everything happens for a reason. The end of 07 was horrid and I firmly believed that 08 and 09 were going to turn out to be hell. But, who would have thought that in the end all the pieces would end up falling into place so perfectly and it'll be one the best years thus far. I cannot be more pleased with how the year turned out and given the choice, wouldnt change any aspect of it, even my darned Olevel or prelim results. 2008 made my belief in prayers, wishes, fate, karma and god much much stronger. And i'd like to think it made me wiser in every aspect too. Hah. It certainly brought me closer to my family and made me treasure my friends all the more. Only I would know of the nights I spent missing Cedar and reminising about it. It'll always be kept close to my heart and i'm happy moving on to greener or not so green pasteurs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part in Jamie's post made me smile, like really widely. haha&lt;br /&gt;"PAE with a04 was awesome, met so many nice friends I didnt have before. They were different. Altho we were all so different, yet we could have so much fun together, built such strong bonds. Love you guys ok! :) &lt;em&gt;(Love you too, jamieeeee the police) &lt;/em&gt;We ruled the orientation games and cheers. Stealing cheers from every other houses, having the OHL to mention our group and doing all the cheers in front of the whole cohort. It was fun. These people never once fail to make me smile. Even a simple sms from some of them makes me smile :) You guys are all so nice la, can't stand it. To be honest you guys are prolly the best group of friends I've made &amp;amp; i can ever make.AND you guys changed me, to be more sociable and friendly :) REEALLY love ALL 8 of you! see you all again soon ok!"&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to hate PAE but, it ended up as one of the best times this year. Well, jamie says it all actually. In the end, though almost all of us moved on to various places, we'll still meet up often 50 years down the road and do all the silly things we always do right? (:&lt;br /&gt;I love how whatever our pasts were didnt really matter and the only thing that did, was how much we enjoyed each others company. &amp;amp; I thank god for bringing me there tgt with Really and Cage. I loved spending time with the two of them too. Hello really, awesome misses you plenty!&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Shan, Suria, Jamie, Ji Cheng, Xiang Hui, Sam, Mary, Athalie and vince. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, very soon came my first day to JJ with xiang hui. Thankgoodness for him cos, honestly I thought I was going to die there alone. I was so so so upset on the first day of school and I really do thank him for tolerating all my whining, crap and being so brotherly. HAHA. Right outside school, at the traffic light, on the first day, we heard the "welcome to JJ, this way please" 'song' and I looked at him and said, "Omg xiang hui, just kill me man." HAHA, how time changes how we see huh. I'm so very grateful for the place that brought all the 7 merry people tgt to form the merry gang. I still cant believe how lucky we are to be in the same class tgt with ken and ws. They become (*sings) what I go to school for and I loved all the little merry things we did. And I do hope that this year would bring us even closer and make us even merrier. Haha. And I think my classmates are pretty nice too. (: And how can I not mention the new sport I learnt right? (though I suck at it) Hah. I love the game, really. And the experience has been very much humbling. Though not my cup of tea, i'm still very grateful for making it into the team. If not for Touch, I would have probably never played a ball game competitively in my entire life, would never have met my zai &amp;amp; wonderful teammates and would never have enough vitamin D to keep me alive till today. Thankgoodness, trng is at 4pm tmr. I still do hate the sun very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also so very glad that Kathleen and I got to meet often enough through out the year, to catch up on each others lifes. Its always nice knowing theres someone whos always there for you, rain or shine! My Sundays are yours okay. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Though I never really got to make it for all of the SAAP sessions, I still am grateful for the opportunity created every saturday night to meet yanying, bf, kelly, Jiang, Jesai, jerlyn ... (:&lt;br /&gt;I have such splendid weekends (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm also (okay, i need a thesaurus. Glad, thankful,pleased, elated Joyful? delighted? HAHA) happy that I got catch up with Yanyingggg, Horny, Varru and broom this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that Peiting, Wynn and I still do meet up once in awhile and our traditional bday celebrations for each other still go on. Eleven years and going strong. We've to meet soon okay again okay! (: Hello exco, though we've only met like thrice this year, I know whatever we went through together and the close bond we had built wouldnt just become a thing of the past cos, only we know how much we still love and think of each other. We'll meet soon okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hello agent silver, I wonder if you'll even read this but anyway, I just hope you're doing fine and enjoying yourself. :D Havent heard from you in awhile! You owe me and email btw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I'm so very blessed to have all these people in my life and I promise to treasure them always. (: I never want to loose or drift away from any of them cos, they make life all the more lovable, live-able and bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, (there must always be a 'but' right? haha) 2008 has also made me bitchier, less patient, more vain, lazier, more materialistic, more kepo and less charitable. D:&lt;br /&gt;This calls for new year resolutions!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I shall minimize all bitching whatsoever. Talking about someone else, doesnt make you any better right? Right. Anw, i believe in Karma so, I'd better learn to shut up. Haha, okay good.&lt;br /&gt;I shall mug my ass off for the first time in my life, like any other A level student probably will this year cos, I still do want to do Law in Spore and I refuse to let me parents down again.&lt;br /&gt;I will try my best to not get influenced or affected by what others which, I usually do and am. I will not judge anyone from what I hear this year and I shall also be less judgemental. Call me a bimbo again this year, and see if I care man! HAHA, that sentence sounds bitchy and that reminds me of the phrase, "call me a bitch and i'll show you one!" HAHA, okay stop. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I'll save myself of all heart ache whatsoever and remain single till the end of this year. Prince Charming has got to wait. HAHA, wth.&lt;br /&gt;I will not argue with my parents rgd curfews or even hate them for a second when they scold me and get all over protective cos, I know its for my own good and its cos they love me. I shall also be nicer sister and actually treat her like a 13 year old. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last but not least, I'll treasure my belongings (poor missing phone!) and loved once all the more this year, i'll continue playing the violin and swimming often, I shall give my all during trng, donate everytime I see a donation tin, continue wishing at 11.11 and counting stars+ saying my daily thankyous before bedtime. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'll try to stop thinking of could haves, would haves and should haves cos, all we have is now or else, its never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've been at this for awhile now and, i'm quite tired of hearing my own voice in my head. Haha. Oh btw, countdown at Dad's friend's cafe/restaurant with family friends was splendid. I had such fun. For once, I actually popped my own popper and watched it pop. HAHA, what a great start to 2009. I like spending all the countdowns to every occasion there. Hah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, heres a blessed 2009 to all. Many loves &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7569211763434791502?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7569211763434791502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7569211763434791502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7569211763434791502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7569211763434791502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesyes-happy-new-year-pull-your-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4007476672141998654</id><published>2008-12-30T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:50:32.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kinda lost my life today at around 4 at the botanical gardens cos, the last time I checked, my handphone was my life. ): How pathetic but true. ): Omg I hope some miracle happens and the person who stole it will just return me my memory card or sthg. And we took such pretty pictures in my phone todayyyy. I feel so horrible that I wont be able to send it to the rest. Omg contacts, saved messages, 815 pictures and 145 songs. ): And I was so so so worried that my parents wld kill me cos its just like 5 months old and didnt come cheap but, in the end my mum just helped to cancel the line and arrange for a new sim card with the same number to be sent to home tmr. I think, she was just worried that I was going to cry or sthg. And my uncle just came to pass me some new nokia express phone just now. Omg, whys everybody so nice. I ought to be punished for leaving it around. I doubt whoever stole it is going to return it and I just hope the person who stole was srsly in need to provide for his/her family or sthg and just uses it for good use. If you're going to use it to foot your drugs or alcohol shit then, may you srsly rot in hell. I'm soooo upset ): But yeah wtv, i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jamie, Ji Cheng, Athalie, Mary, Xiang hui, Sam and shannn today (: We had a wondeful picnis with wierd food at the botanical gardens and it was so much fun. Laughed alottt. We took like a gazillion pretty pictures. And we were all so happy and stuff. Until, I lost my phone. And the mood totally chged. They were all so sweet and nice, trying super hard to find the thieves. And they all looked as if they had all lost their phones too. Haha, so sweet righttt. Yay, thankyou so much dears (: And i'm so sorry for ruining our perfectly happy outing. All the more reason to meet up again soon okay. I love spending time with them (:&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so sorry that I cant send yall the pictures ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, exco outing was cancelled on monday ): Was totally looking forward to it. We must meet soon okay (: Nailbalm came down to tanjong pagar to pass me my christmas present. So sweet of her. And then, we explored ann siang hill and the fred perry shop. Haha. It was nice to see after like forever :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on the same day, my sis and I had like the worst fight ever. Physical. It didnt help that we both learn taekwondo. She hit my hand againist the cupboard so hard that theres like some internal bruise. Omg, and of course I got my revenge. And then we ended up laughing. Haha, wth right. Omg, stupid. I think two very similiar people cannot live in the same house, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I thought I just heard my msg tone ): I miss you, phone. Life's not good without LG.&lt;br /&gt;I could srsly do without losing something right before the new year. What a perfect start to a new year with a new phone right? Aye, everything happens for a reason and I guess its just a needed timely reminder to not take things for granted and be more careful. Yeah, i got the message already. Can I have my phone back tmr please, pretty please? ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go beat myself over it and cry my eyes out. Okay, just kidding. Its just a phone right? Children in poor countries live without one all their life. Butbut ):&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, just count the number of ): there are in this post! Ha-Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment and leave your number or sthg. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4007476672141998654?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4007476672141998654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4007476672141998654&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4007476672141998654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4007476672141998654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-kinda-lost-my-life-today-at-around-4.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-8212078707246320826</id><published>2008-12-28T01:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:27:19.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is the 300th post since, august 2006 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy three hundreth! Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, happy birthday short/tall(?) ! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate cabbing home in time to meet curfews. Its such a waste of money. With what I spent in total on cab today, I could have bought 3knickers from topshop(saleeee)! Upset. Oh btw, the crazy EOY sales have started. Haha Yay yay. Anw, saap was awesome as usual. :D Kelly's so funny please. Next time, i'll wear that lacey brown skirt okay! HAHA, dammit. Okay we literally played hide and seek at esplanade. It was more hide than seek though. Oh and we sang happy birthday the Cedar way. Yay, i like. I cant wait for 14th feb next yr! Cedar carnivallll :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm very happy for Bf! FAY! And hello yanying dear, please watch more Nanny episodes and be happy okay. We'll survive next year somehow and life wont suck. Theres always shopping, food, desserts, more shopping and meeee. (: Loveslovesloves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVaAxmhAmmI/AAAAAAAABeM/e-L0C2Khips/s1600-h/IMG_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284552802406799970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVaAxmhAmmI/AAAAAAAABeM/e-L0C2Khips/s200/IMG_5770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVZsqVZJKeI/AAAAAAAABd0/rut76w9gNoE/s1600-h/IMG_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVZy5Vt96HI/AAAAAAAABd8/yxiF1Z3RB-U/s1600-h/IMG_5770.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVZsp2gmd_I/AAAAAAAABds/-7KNd998RQI/s1600-h/IMG_57712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284530679028545522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVZsp2gmd_I/AAAAAAAABds/-7KNd998RQI/s320/IMG_57712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent travelled to the west in a very long time and I dont exactly miss it. I like familiarity. Everytime I think about dreadful school, I just tell myself that theres always MG. Yay (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its a choice one makes to not loose contact with one's friends. Come on, theres 24hrs in a day. Exco gathering tmr! PAE gathering in 2days! I love my holidays. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kathleen and I are having our very first econs tuition later! Omg, so exciting. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i'm not going to cut bangs anymore though i'm extremely bored with my hairstyle and i suddenly feel like going for the fall out boy concert though I only know how to sing dancedance (HAHA) and I want to watch CATS and I still need more money to shop and I need to stop eating so many desserts in one day and I need a new wallet and a new book and my mum thinks stockings and leggings are horribly ugly and slut like (WTH!). hahah, okay i'm done. Thats a horrible, grammatically wrong sentence. But, who cares. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you really are everything you say you are and everything you say you'll be. Maybe I'm just being cynical and cautious. I like it just this way for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet&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/34076722-8212078707246320826?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8212078707246320826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=8212078707246320826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8212078707246320826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/8212078707246320826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-post-300-since-august-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVaAxmhAmmI/AAAAAAAABeM/e-L0C2Khips/s72-c/IMG_5770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-5516643064174661271</id><published>2008-12-27T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:41:59.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you hate it when people forget the basics? Like the pleases, thankyous and sorrys. Like simple courtesy and respect. Okay maybe its just me. Talk about a horrible morning!&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, freaking pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think smokers are very stupid people. Really. Why dont you just kill yourself and get it over and done with quickly? At least, others wont suffer too.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to live till i'm 100 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I ate 4 slices of log cake and caramel ice cream at 3am today. F.A.I.N.T.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay SAAP later yay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-5516643064174661271?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5516643064174661271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=5516643064174661271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5516643064174661271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/5516643064174661271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-you-hate-it-when-people-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-3920695333783400873</id><published>2008-12-26T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:48:34.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, today you're suppossed to get 2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree cos, its the 2nd day of christmas. (: "On the Third day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 french hens 2 turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree. " Here's what you'll get tmr! Yay. Anw, Merry Christmas. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about christmas. Christmas this year was great, as usual. Loadssss of Family time, Chickens in place of turkeys, nice big Hams, logcakes!!!, big feast, Wine and champagne, Christmas trees, Bright lights, Presents!!!, Christmas songs, catching up with cousins, dressing up, lots of fun and laughter. :D I had 5 slices of log cake yesterday and lots and lots of red wine. Thankfully, i didnt get drunk or anything. Haha. I want go carolling next year!! Omg, it looks so fun. Anw, I guess the only thing missing, was that we didnt visit the novena church on the eve like we always used to. Not Christian or anything but, it's just sthg part of my mum's yearly rountines. Nvm, next year! I like the traditional part of christmas too. (:&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think delivering suzie was a really wonderful short story. Go watch if you havent! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve was raddd cos, Yanying and I decided to work for a few hours. We totally cheated and did all tourists surveys ourselves at Starbucks with very nice Kathleen and wati's help. HAHA. Met Ws and shengda. Omg, I keep seeing them everywhere whenever i'm with Yanying! Anw, they were nice and helped us with the local surveys. Jolyn and Jia xin too. Omg but, even cheating was so stressful cos you've to be very meticulous and cheat cleverly. Omg and the survey women kept calling us to check on us and we didnt know what to do. Hahah, we were such bad girls on Christmas eve. No wonder Santa didnt visit us. Anw, i just hope that lady will never call us again and bug us with missing details of those surveys. Its quite alright if they dont want to pay me cos we only worked for ard 3hrs. I just dont want pick up her calls and hear her scream. okay, actually its not. I want my 50 bucks okay. HAHA, I can totally buy a new dress! Anw, after that stressful episode, we went to walkwalk and camwhore around town. Did our christmas gift exchange under a nice big chrismas tree and made a wish at 11.11! (: Yay, it was so nice and christmasy and all, that I forgot all about the horrible surveys. :D I'm still wearing the necklace. Loves &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TTBM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then, it was time to rush to New Harbour cafe for family countdown and YAY, tada christmas! :D Okay I had alot of wine that night too. HAHA. Alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVR6BIPTNAI/AAAAAAAABdk/YKvO76-9KTc/s1600-h/CHRISTMAS+EVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283982422622548994" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVR6BIPTNAI/AAAAAAAABdk/YKvO76-9KTc/s400/CHRISTMAS+EVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Omg its the new year in a week. I'm looking forward to the celebrations but not 2009. Thankgod for the extended holidays. ): Though family gathering was nice and all, there was always the constant reminder and subtle hints from relatives to not screw up A's and let history repeat etc etc. It kinda sucks at times to have affluent and academically inclined relatives. Omg, the pressure and expectations. Elitism. My uncle said, "If its law that you want, I'll help you get in. But, you've got to help me help you. Good results please. stop all your touch rug, violin, taek, OAC camps and swimming for just a year." ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, OAC was so last year please. Swimming? Taek? HAHA. Aye, who doesnt want 4As huh?&lt;br /&gt;omg imagine if I get like a 3Bs and1C. HAHAH, i think I should just dig my own grave and jump in. HAHA, okay not funny. Yesyes, work hard/smart (wtv) next year. Got it! Everybody can stop nagging now. &amp;amp; i shall stop whinning about dreadingggg next year. Cos next year will come, like it or not! Okay, i'll like it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall browse through some bio notes now before dressing up for dinner. (omg finallyyyy. Its about time.) I realise, I actually have to catch up on ALL the lessons done after promos cos, we ponn-ed almost all of them. HAHA, hello merry gang? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm getting more and more anti social. And i've started dreading meeting, talking or msging anybody whom I havent known for quite a while. Okay, i need to learn how to make new friends and be receptive to new people. HAHA, lessons anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like listening to jokes but, i've serious joke STM so I can only rmb a few.&lt;br /&gt;Why were the elves afraid during the economic crisis?&lt;br /&gt;Cos they were afraid that santa will give them the sack.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, wth.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just reminded me of sthg.&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna be freaking mother teressa in a diva kind of way okay!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, omg. I laughed so hard while watching ANTM yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy what a long posts again. haha. okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;Have yourself a smelly good christmas and a berry gross night.&lt;br /&gt;Thats for you, pt! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, how can i forget to mention this!&lt;br /&gt;I did my first set of french nail on my ownnn! (:&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy, I do think its very prettyyyy&lt;br /&gt;though I know for a fact that its not. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/Take a jet into the sunset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;won't you come? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How about just one last carousel ride?&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/34076722-3920695333783400873?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3920695333783400873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=3920695333783400873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3920695333783400873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/3920695333783400873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-today-youre-suppossed-to-get-2.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVR6BIPTNAI/AAAAAAAABdk/YKvO76-9KTc/s72-c/CHRISTMAS+EVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7989044065383228827</id><published>2008-12-23T20:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:56:02.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVDdf6-fGeI/AAAAAAAABdU/6WWaTu4e10A/s1600-h/P221208_15.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282965903382616546" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVDdf6-fGeI/AAAAAAAABdU/6WWaTu4e10A/s320/P221208_15.59.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVDd7dTuEJI/AAAAAAAABdc/JuvNyK-5h8U/s1600-h/22nd+dec+kathleen+yanying+vicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282966376454951058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVDd7dTuEJI/AAAAAAAABdc/JuvNyK-5h8U/s320/22nd+dec+kathleen+yanying+vicky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay, shopping and lunch yesterday with kathleen and yanying were awesomeee :D&lt;br /&gt;I love them manymanymany! And I love the first picture. Haha, it makes me feel hungry. I think the cupcakes are the nicest piece of christmas deco in town! (:&lt;br /&gt;Met Horny and mildred in the morning too. We had some survey interview crap at Chinatown. The people there were quite intimidating, omg. I feel super duper zuper lazy to work ): I think its going to be horrible and extremely unnerving. Ohwell, we'll survive! :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I can count the number of days I've stayed home this year with one hand and the number of times I've studied or done anything related to school with NO hands. Omg, i think i'm really dead. I'm dreading mext yearrrrrrr &amp;amp; schoollllll. I want to stay seventeen forever and I want the holidays to last forever. HAHA, TOO BAD cos theres no such thing as forever. Omg what a sadistic sentence. Anw, I think i'm quite wierd, fickle and annoying. I cleared my wardrobe today and took pictures of all the new clothes which I dont really like anymore. I was thinking of selling them online or sthg. And after spending hours on it, I've decided that i've no heart to sell them and that I actually like them afterall. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres one more day to christmas. This is so exciting! Hahah. I need to do last minute christmas shopping tmr morning! I wonder what my mum got me. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7989044065383228827?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7989044065383228827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7989044065383228827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7989044065383228827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7989044065383228827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay-shopping-and-lunch-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SVDdf6-fGeI/AAAAAAAABdU/6WWaTu4e10A/s72-c/P221208_15.59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-6690367620689311578</id><published>2008-12-22T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:10:50.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hello, christmas came early this year! I had huge honey baked ham for dinner. (: ): I cant decide. HAHA. My dad said this to my mum. "Eh dear, ham is vegetarian right!! HAHA, your daughter loves it!" ): I cant go vegetarian to save my life. But, i'll try and eat less meat slowly okay! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i watched my first soccer match for the year on TV today. HAHA. Cos I always watch the rest 'Live'. Okay, just kidding. HAHA. Anw, omg i didnt fall asleep and I really found it quite exciting. And who knew they had such tight jerseys?! HAHA, wth. Okay but really. And I think that Noh Alam Shah guy is damn zai! And I never knew that my mum knew so much about football till today! She said that my dad spent their wedding night watching the world cup. HAHAHA how sad is that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm what else? I'm typing with pretty black nails now, thanks to kathleen kong. HAHA. If not, I would have never ever tried painting black. It looks quite scary at night though. Oh guess what, I suddenly had three job offers over two days when i'd been wishing for a job the entire hols. Must be christmas! Cafe del mar, survey and model crap (I said, "sorry but do you know my height?" haha). Took up the survey one with mildred and her cousins, horny, yanying and bf! But it's on christmas eve. Darnit. Anw, just be around town and help us do surveys okay! Pretty please (: Last friday night was exciting (: I think it'll be nice to live the party girl life once in awhile. I liked it best on the dance floor! HAHA. Anw, Horny has nice fun friends and it was really nice meeting varru again! Yay (: oh and kathleen came over to my condo on sat morning! We had fun shopping at random shops, swimmingggggg and soaking in the hot tub. Oh i tried painting my nails while in the hot tub. Failed. HAHA. And she's such a bimbo omg! Haha, yay shopping tmrrrr :D Oh and I shifted house for the weekends. Carried my pillows and comforter over. HAHA. So, its nice to finally be home again. I'm getting addicted to kidrock all over again. Anw, okay the rest is just not worth the mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, photos for this entire year are on my photobucket already. Go grab! Yay, i dont owe anyone pictures anymoreeee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh anw, today is such an exciting day. Tonight's going to be exciting! Mabel will finally be back from indonesia! Yay, i miss her random nightly scary phonecalls! Haha. Oh and happy anniversary to two very sweet happy people. Yay (: And i think i'll start my christmas shopping tmrrrr! Oh mildred has self-made ondeh-ondeh for me later!!  (: okay, XOXO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51YGUnKVI/AAAAAAAABcs/WhMU6F4OrG8/s1600-h/P20-12-08_11.51.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282288469826546002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51YGUnKVI/AAAAAAAABcs/WhMU6F4OrG8/s200/P20-12-08_11.51.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51X_XhbsI/AAAAAAAABck/GbUj6Z_TDyE/s1600-h/P20-12-08_16.54[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282288467959705282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51X_XhbsI/AAAAAAAABck/GbUj6Z_TDyE/s200/P20-12-08_16.54%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51Xu0vvpI/AAAAAAAABcc/-qbcuw_8vsY/s1600-h/P20-12-08_14.41[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282288463518875282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51Xu0vvpI/AAAAAAAABcc/-qbcuw_8vsY/s200/P20-12-08_14.41%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFXXXXYYYYZZZZ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day ain't wine and roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt it's meant to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always a cross to bear salvation don't come free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you know that's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So don't deny yourself of something good for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you do it for yourself, do it for someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes it real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause when you love someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It don't matter what you say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will dance the night away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you love someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ain't nothing you can't do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't that right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I want to love someone tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you believe in love or just sit around and judge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you forgive someone or will u hold a grudge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuz above selfishness there lies a bright blue sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wealth and happiness can be a long and lonesome ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it's hard to steer yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without that someone else to take the wheel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the wheel (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-6690367620689311578?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6690367620689311578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=6690367620689311578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6690367620689311578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/6690367620689311578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-christmas-came-early-this-year-i.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SU51YGUnKVI/AAAAAAAABcs/WhMU6F4OrG8/s72-c/P20-12-08_11.51.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4118182129087902253</id><published>2008-12-18T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:15:40.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.peta.org/swf/255-mym.swf" width="240" height="180" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please go watch it. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"KFC suppliers cram birds into huge waste-filled factories, breed and drug them to grow so large that they can’t even walk, and often break their wings and legs. At slaughter, the birds’ throats are slit and they are dropped into tanks of scalding-hot water—often while they are still conscious. It would be illegal for KFC to abuse dogs, cats, pigs, or cows in these ways.&lt;br /&gt;KFC’s own animal welfare advisors have asked the company to take steps to eliminate these abuses, but KFC refuses to do so. Many advisors have now resigned in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Please join Pamela Anderson, Sir Paul McCartney, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, The Rev. Al Sharpton, and countless other kind people worldwide by not eating at KFC."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay, here's why I havent eaten KFC for almost a year. Thanks to shan. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe I should become vegetarian? But I love my meat and it means, no ham, no cheese, no eggs and strawberry milk! I need strawberry milk. I cant bake without eggs! Omg, and i've totally lost my craving for chicken rice after watching the video. Maybe, I could try for a month? Okay, see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel very guilty for eating beef hor fun a few days back and chicken and beef satays yesterday. ): Or maybe I can just be a semi-vegetarian. No steaks etc. Is there even such a thing? Do you think i can buy chicken rice without chicken? Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, right now, many turkeys are being killed for christmas ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-4118182129087902253?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4118182129087902253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4118182129087902253&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4118182129087902253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4118182129087902253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/please-go-watch-it.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7330116376500061838</id><published>2008-12-17T22:41:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:58:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just had 2 slices of peanut butter toast and ice cream for supper, for like the 4th time in a row. HAHA. And i ate 6 Tau Sar Piahs today. (: Omg, the one from vivo Basement(Littleredbox) is the bomb. My diet is never going to work, so whatever. I'll just waste my life away eating, get F.A.T and die satisfied! Sounds like a plan. (: HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Horny on Monday! :DD Omg, we spent a whole day together and it made me realise how much i've missed her and her blue oil blotters this year. We were two very loud bimbos roaming around PS, Cathay and Holland. HAHA, she wins in those two aspects hands down, srsly. Twilight's a really nice show. Go watch :D We had very nice dessert on a swing at holland! (: Yay, it was a day well spent. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her ever exciting poly life makes me so so so jealous, srsly. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello Shahini Shairah Sidhu, i miss you already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDaDvrYI/AAAAAAAABYI/itA96BAuUDg/s1600-h/P16-12-08_13.05[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772987324181890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDaDvrYI/AAAAAAAABYI/itA96BAuUDg/s200/P16-12-08_13.05%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDmKJb7I/AAAAAAAABYQ/haFanacOB-M/s1600-h/P161208_18.01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772990572261298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDmKJb7I/AAAAAAAABYQ/haFanacOB-M/s200/P161208_18.01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tuesday was spent shopping with mildred and Mabel. We kept meeting bitches and lots of people asking for donations the entire day. Met Jam, ken and Ben at Far East later on. Mil and I went for nice dessert before leaving in the evening. (: I gave mildred two nice surprises! HAHA. Anw, hello santa, I would love to see that $70 red dress under the christmas tree. (: I've been relatively good this year. Oh that reminds me, a letter came yesterday rgding some good progress award thingy. Omg, 200 bucks. Yesss. Shopshopshop. Haha, okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTC70dzwI/AAAAAAAABX4/9l4_a1kNAuk/s1600-h/P151208_14.12[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772979207032578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTC70dzwI/AAAAAAAABX4/9l4_a1kNAuk/s200/P151208_14.12%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDHp824I/AAAAAAAABYA/N6qVp74SXrg/s1600-h/P151208_15.45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772982384155522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDHp824I/AAAAAAAABYA/N6qVp74SXrg/s200/P151208_15.45.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sentosa with Touchruggers today was great except, for the part where I got really tanned all over again. I kept away from the silly sun all week in an attempt to look more like my mum and less like my dad and there comes the sun and ruins it all. Thanks sun. ): [okay but why was I even at the beach if i didnt want to see the sun? HAHA, okay wtv] Anw, yay we had fun playing beach touch, splashing around and spending time at cafe del mar. Its such a pretty place and we should really go there again! (: Thankyou for the pictures winiiii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDz6masI/AAAAAAAABYY/8GZAStB9ZwA/s1600-h/P171208_15.32[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280772994265148098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDz6masI/AAAAAAAABYY/8GZAStB9ZwA/s200/P171208_15.32%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkgYQ8nsOI/AAAAAAAABY4/X-IW7HdpLx8/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280787639306793186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkgYQ8nsOI/AAAAAAAABY4/X-IW7HdpLx8/s200/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkVxJzcWCI/AAAAAAAABYo/oAjoJraVJrY/s1600-h/P171208_13.58.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280775972258076706" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkVxJzcWCI/AAAAAAAABYo/oAjoJraVJrY/s200/P171208_13.58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkVwqSS6eI/AAAAAAAABYg/rXwpK5aU6BY/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280775963797547490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkVwqSS6eI/AAAAAAAABYg/rXwpK5aU6BY/s200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkgYKcIl6I/AAAAAAAABYw/gPe12F46Evc/s1600-h/DSC04933-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280787637559924642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkgYKcIl6I/AAAAAAAABYw/gPe12F46Evc/s200/DSC04933-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner after that with Pt and rest was great too. Laughed alottt. Had lots of satay, pineapples, cucumbers and ONIONS. Thanks for the onions ah! Tsk.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat and I really feel like staying home to read tomorrow. I'll figure sthg out.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, okay goodnight and goodbye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;/edit&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i'm so silly and absent minded. Switch monday and tuesday. Yesyes, i was out with horny on tue, not monday. I spent quite a while trying to sort out my memories and ended up so confused. I need sleep. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/I won't try to philosophize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this is how I feel and it's so so real &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/34076722-7330116376500061838?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7330116376500061838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7330116376500061838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7330116376500061838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7330116376500061838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-had-2-peanut-butter-toast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUkTDaDvrYI/AAAAAAAABYI/itA96BAuUDg/s72-c/P16-12-08_13.05%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7806577709220618079</id><published>2008-12-14T22:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:33:44.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, its been such a busy weekkkk. I miss sleeping on my own bed cos I havent seen much of it this week. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Quick&lt;/strike&gt; summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last sat. Friendly was alright. I played, haha. Caught up with zihui. I think she's very cute and amusing. Went for coach club trng together. Turned out to be quite alright. Met a senior from cedar in coach's club!! :D Omg, it was so exciting to talk about Cedar again. She remembers me from HPC election. HAHA, err embarrassing. Anw, trng was very relaxing and the guys there were hilarious. Oh, west Coast is nice and windy! Yanying, we can fly our kites there!! HAHA. Anw, mil, jam, mabel and ws came over around midnight. We had supper and watched some chinese horror show (?). Cabbed to cityhall for the standard chartered thingy. Yuck, the first and last time i'm ever doing that. We didnt have a very pleasant experience. Okay, but it was nice seeing everyone again esp, Jam and Joey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdpV_J8I/AAAAAAAABWo/IMXJ--1zC9I/s1600-h/P071208_02.59[01].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675025987676098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdpV_J8I/AAAAAAAABWo/IMXJ--1zC9I/s200/P071208_02.59%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdXZyigI/AAAAAAAABWg/QnvrwfyCcZs/s1600-h/P071208_03.02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675021171788290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdXZyigI/AAAAAAAABWg/QnvrwfyCcZs/s200/P071208_03.02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I had like the worst gastric pain ever that day cos, of not eating anythg till supper the previous day. Served me right. Totally learnt my lesson, trust me. Anw, so we all parted rather grumpily around 3pm after it finallyyyy ended! Hah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt-68e6DI/AAAAAAAABXY/ILngRyKCCM8/s1600-h/DSCF2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676697159854130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt-68e6DI/AAAAAAAABXY/ILngRyKCCM8/s200/DSCF2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt_Hw3nXI/AAAAAAAABXg/TblIZx9MFn0/s1600-h/DSCF2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676700600802674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt_Hw3nXI/AAAAAAAABXg/TblIZx9MFn0/s200/DSCF2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jam, Ken, mil and I went for judith's birthday party! The three of us fell in love with the swing outside her house. Haha. (: Okay, monday was family day, i think and the start of my horrible food poisoning episode. Tuesday, wednesday and thursday was class chalet. Our chalet was rather screwed but ohwell, at least we caught up on sleep. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUwgcBhjiI/AAAAAAAABXw/ezGjmUJabCo/s1600-h/PC090265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279679471998307874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUwgcBhjiI/AAAAAAAABXw/ezGjmUJabCo/s320/PC090265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BBQ was great though. Almost full attendance! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUseJtLv_I/AAAAAAAABW4/peJ6WCvkyvc/s1600-h/P091208_15.06[02].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675034674905074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUseJtLv_I/AAAAAAAABW4/peJ6WCvkyvc/s200/P091208_15.06%5B02%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg, wait. I baked a brownie cake for the BBQ that day and totally convinced myself that I shd stop studying and open a bakery! (: HAHA, yeah righttt. Omg, but the end product totally surprised me and I was so proud of it for like the rest of the day! HAHA. I've totally out done myself. HAHA. Anw, so Jam, ken, mil, mab and I slept over at Mr Goh's house on the first night. His dog named BOMB (HAHA) is so cute please. Anw, mr Goh brought us to geylang for nice breakfast in his sports car. Omg, it's damn fast. HAHA, i was not scared okay, mildred ang!! I was just hmm... shocked? Haha. Oh we played Mahjong the night before. You know honestly, i always thought MJ was a aunty game and hated it when my dad plays it during CNY. But, after you've learnt it its totally addictive and damnnn fun. Okay, its not very aunty anymore. Jam and I won 3 out 3 rounds. &lt;strike&gt;Beginners luck?&lt;/strike&gt; Zai? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdy2b7AI/AAAAAAAABWw/OOdpJ00OTmE/s1600-h/P101208_00.43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675028539698178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdy2b7AI/AAAAAAAABWw/OOdpJ00OTmE/s200/P101208_00.43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and eve, mil and I went for a dip in the chalet pool after it was closed and i dont know why but, I found it very fun. HAHA. Its just the thrill of doing something you shldnt be doing. I never thought of going into the pool till it was closed. Okay, but some guy blowed the whistle and we had to come out. That part was rather unglam and not very nice. Oh, it was the neighbouring chalet of our PC farewell chalet two years back. The one, with the very sad handing over ceremony and the Rose song. The one, after which we never saw our snrs again and realised that it was our turn to step up. The one, that jen and I had to throw the roses out of the 2nd floor window. The one, that buddy and I planned such silly games for. The one I had to spend the night studying Amaths cos there was retest the next day. The one, the day before registration. The super happening one. [omg, i'm eating frozen watermelon cubes now. :DD Shit, forgot to dig the seeds out. :/ yuck.] Anw, friday evening was choopise's band concert at VJ!(Did you check out the moon that night?! The full moon was prettiest i've ever seen!!) (: Got to talk to Jiang after almost forever. Yay, i miss her! We were so late and i'm so sorry for being the latest! Haha. Anw, gillian was like the star of the show la. She didnt even tell us that she was going to give a speech and I totally fogot that she was the vice-p. Woah, zai choopsie. She's the big G right, choopsie? HAHA. Anw, we went to give her flowers after the performance and almost every corner we turned, we saw cedarians. Omg, i saw syikin!! We had a long tight hug, as usual. Hah (: Anw, the performance made me realise how much I really do miss performning. Handbell (I actually miss handbell :O), Drama, Violin. Planning for the pf. Rehearsals after rehearsals. Perfectionism. The sweat and tears. The night before the actual day. The moment. &amp;amp; the moment right after! The celebration. (: I miss hearing the cedar band, cedar choir and handbell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt-GiIQFI/AAAAAAAABXI/S7D51Il0Z54/s1600-h/P121208_22.17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676683090673746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt-GiIQFI/AAAAAAAABXI/S7D51Il0Z54/s200/P121208_22.17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUseCRtSOI/AAAAAAAABXA/He_mzJqKFbg/s1600-h/P12-12-08_20.24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675032680614114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUseCRtSOI/AAAAAAAABXA/He_mzJqKFbg/s200/P12-12-08_20.24.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, alright then the weekends were spent at marina mandarin cos my mum booked a couple of rooms there. The marina/ flyer view was pretty and all but, the city is just so bustling 24/7 that it got abit annoying at night. There were like billions of cars still zooming around way past midnight. Maybe, it wldnt have been annoying if I hadnt insisted on reading at the balcony. HAHA, but really spore is too busy for its own good. Oh, but there were 14 stars on saturday night! :D Anw, the only nice part was having marina sq and suntec at your doorstep. Haha. Yay, i really enjoyed family time though. (: I think, everyones been getting funnier lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, next week's another busy week and I really hope to get started with some revision. Hope. Haha. I'm forever hoping. Goodluck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, here's a nice outdated picture. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt_QPktdI/AAAAAAAABXo/ZAFxPOWNXhI/s1600-h/DSC_0193-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676702877070802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUt_QPktdI/AAAAAAAABXo/ZAFxPOWNXhI/s200/DSC_0193-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week of no training has already had its impact on the weighing scale! D: dieeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When sch reopens and trng starts again, I think, i'll be panting after warm ups. Double die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I cant seem to drag my lazy ass to the gym and I cant seem to stop munching 24/7 either. Help. Omg, wheres my asics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, goodbye, farewell. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think of conar and me; how quickly a moment of love was snapped away into a moment of hate. One comment to steal it all away. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of how love and war stand upon tthe very same foundations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; How, in my darkest moments, my most fearful times, when faced, became my bravest. When feeling at your weakest you end up showing more strength, when at your lowest are suddenly lifted above higher than you've ever been. &lt;em&gt;They all border one another&lt;/em&gt;, those opposites, and how quickly we can be altered. Everything is one the verge, always brimming the surface, a slight shake, a tremble send things toppling. &lt;strong&gt;How similar emotions are.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How quickly such comfort with someone can shift to &lt;em&gt;awkwardness&lt;/em&gt;. How in the very second you reach a dead end, moments when you are convinced you know exactly where you're going are altered.&lt;em&gt; A realistation is less than a second&lt;/em&gt;. A flicker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a book that makes you read so fast that you feel almost breatheless and leaves you in tears. (: Books that put words to feelings and emotions, and just keep you thinking through the night, even after you're done reading are a wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when everything you see reminds you of something; a memory. And then, you think twice about whether you can/should/want to speak about it. About whether you'd be judged upon what you're gonna say. If the people around you would even want to hear of it. Here's something the world lacks; patience. And well, theres also the fact that noone will ever be more interested in your life than yourself. Hard to accept but true, i guess. Ohwell, and then you just decide to shut up and swallow the words. Lock the memories back where they came from. Not worth the risk. Too many Ifs. &amp;amp; then, sometimes you just end up wondering if that memory was really as good as you make it to be. Like, you're bombarded with thoughts and end up just so confused. Then, you raise the white flag. You just give up. Felt it before? So raddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/I never thought that you could break me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You want to get inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then you can get in line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I meant every word I told you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dont rush it. Dont push it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&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/34076722-7806577709220618079?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7806577709220618079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7806577709220618079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7806577709220618079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7806577709220618079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-its-been-such-busy-weekkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUUsdpV_J8I/AAAAAAAABWo/IMXJ--1zC9I/s72-c/P071208_02.59%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-7808300819643469121</id><published>2008-12-11T23:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:34:25.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUE7O2r5YZI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZKcAC1HNtYw/s1600-h/P19-11-08_21.11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278565364638769554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUE7O2r5YZI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZKcAC1HNtYw/s320/P19-11-08_21.11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BESTFRIEND!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay, you're finally seventennnn so, you cannot be a clumsy monster anymore okay! Haha. I'm sure today was everything you wanted it to be cos, you looked very happy today! HAHA :D Anw, you know that rocking horse, can really rock! &amp;amp; i'm soooo glad that you're back from UK! Lots of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i think, i'm going to set up an umbrella shop cos, I dont know why but, people dont sell them anymore despite the current state of weather!!! I spent half an hour shopping for a brolly which I never found, while caught in the rain! ): HAHA AND I'LL CALL IT "The Brolly Shop" HAHAHAH, okay set. Goodnight and Goodbye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34076722-7808300819643469121?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7808300819643469121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=7808300819643469121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7808300819643469121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/7808300819643469121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-bestfriend-yay-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SUE7O2r5YZI/AAAAAAAABWY/ZKcAC1HNtYw/s72-c/P19-11-08_21.11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34076722.post-4316027480960385086</id><published>2008-12-05T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:00:22.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My fever is back and that sucks. ): Must be the maggie mee which I cooked for myself. I was perfectly happy and fine before that and it was my first time eating maggie mee in like 6months. ): Okay, i officially hateeeee maggie mee. Okay, hate is too strong a word which shd never be used. So I shall dislike it then, cos it taste horrible and looks like my hair. HAHA. ayee ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I hate it when I've no guts to do sthg really simple and end up regretting for the rest of the day. Okay, let me narrate. Early today morning, I was on the bus and this old couple were sitting across me. They kept asking the guy behind where chinatown was and where to alight. And, he was obviously irritated and unsure of that area, and told them to get down at the wrong busstop. Omg, I should have just spoke up right! but, nooooo i stupidly didnt cos I was scared. God knows why. Shit, and then I spend the rest of the day regretting cos the poor old couple must have gotten lost and would have to walk oh so very far. Arghh, I ought to be shot. ):&lt;br /&gt;Pt had to rub it in further. She said that I only know how to pretend to look perfect, cross my legs, arrogantly stare out of the window and immerse in my own world. When, actually she's a damn loser with no guts and is damn shy when alone. Haha, thanks ah pt. aye, sucks ): I alwaysalwaysalways do things like this and regret. Okay, this post has way too many sad faces. Actually, i'm not sad. Haha, that sentence sounds funny. I'm just irritated and feeling very cold. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my mum wants to start her own business. (?) HAHA, she just wants to experiment with it. Omg, i think she's very bold and very cute. Haha, cos she's so excited at the thought of it. And if she's really going to do it, she's gonna have to go to US for awhile. I think, my dad, my sis and I will die and decompose by the time she gets back. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i've been having cheesy conversations with gf on our prince charmings. HAHA, wth right. One can only imagine thinks like that, cos fate would have other plans huh. Anw, she wants him to watch her sleep! HAHAH. I'm less demanding okay. Just walk with me at night in the pouring rain, not get bored and count stars with me, push me on the swing without complaining (HAHA), make me laugh alot, be my bestfriend and never ever be a jerk. Yay(: She says that i'm going to be single all my life with expectations like that. Haha, yah I think so too. But, its okay, I can adopt kids and be very happy with them. Anw, in the end we both agreed on sthg, it's okay if he didnt think we were pretty but, at least, he shd neverrrrr everrrrr tell his friends that he thinks we're ugly. HAHA, WTH RIGHT. Girls will girls and will never want to be called ugly! Haha. Some guys do okay. Like ahem. Jerks srsly. And, we realised that and all girls school does shelter us alot. I like. :D haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a horrible time sleeping early today morning. Tossed and turned in bed from 2.30 to 4.45. Omg, I counted like a zillion sheeps. I tried counting stars, as usual. And as usual, the longer you stare at the sky, the more stars you see. &amp;amp; after awhile, you arent sure if you're just seeing things cos they seem to be everywhere. Haha, it's quite funny actually. Okay, please let me sleep peacefully tonight. oh oh, i'm falling in love with michael learns to rock all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss in the rain on a dark afternoon&lt;br /&gt;A heart so in pain cos love came too soon&lt;br /&gt;A taste of her lips still lingers in vain&lt;br /&gt;A sad souvenier of a kiss in the rain&lt;br /&gt;-A kiss in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MG conference later :D Match at turf city at 11am and club trng at westcoast at 4pm. Rush to meet MG for ben&amp;amp;jerry's chunk fest! Standard Chartered Marathorn; reporting at 2.30am at padang with MG. (we're not running la. HAHA) Then SCM all the way. Okay, i'm going to be shagged. Haha, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy early birthday, Aunty Jiang and judithhhhh! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hope Sunday will everything you've wished for and more. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;/Your hands are shaking cold;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;your hands are mine to hold&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/34076722-4316027480960385086?l=uponthatstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4316027480960385086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34076722&amp;postID=4316027480960385086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4316027480960385086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34076722/posts/default/4316027480960385086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uponthatstar.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-fever-is-back-and-that-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>unspoken truths</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00916951958673010322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SFCQ-G4UiMk/SV0Ohl-STOI/AAAAAAAABeU/GJUwQqezGHw/S220/105274_l_82944f1adc2287ecda2d1a5cb53642c6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
