<?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-3151807643727987054</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:59:27.724-08:00</updated><category term='distractions'/><title type='text'>PEILING&lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6048544874117535196</id><published>2010-11-20T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T07:41:45.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was staring at all my past facebook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Some things, some people. Meant so much to me and i won't never ever wanna let go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why, there's just some things that I can't do, that I can't sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all so much. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6048544874117535196?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6048544874117535196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6048544874117535196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6048544874117535196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6048544874117535196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-was-staring-at-all-my-past-facebook.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7727498707328265800</id><published>2010-10-21T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:39:02.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1am already, i'm freaking tired after the late movie but i'm still up awake.&lt;br /&gt;It's been troubling me so much, I don't know what to do. Oh no, i know exactly how i should handle it in an ideal way, but that's just in theory. We've learnt so much, what we ought to do, ought to be... But in real life, things doesn't go your way. They are complex, uncertain, superficial...&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the seventeen year old me is realistic enough already. That I've been through such heartaches and so, I'll never let it happen to me again. That I've been watching my friends crumble and fall and so, I'll know the right remedy to cure.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I tried to convince myself that these are true, and that i'm strong and brave enough already, I can't deny my heart. I still suck at it. &lt;br /&gt;Guess that's life. Even though you know that it's gonna hurt so bad, you still will go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna fail, you still will pin high hopes on it.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, just go ahead with it. Even though I can't exactly settle for "at least, you tried your best" as a form of consolation, I think that this is a mean to not let your heart down.&lt;br /&gt;Cry when you're sad, shout when you're angry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been echoing in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7727498707328265800?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7727498707328265800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7727498707328265800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7727498707328265800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7727498707328265800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-1am-already-im-freaking-tired-after.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1477143968282375134</id><published>2010-09-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T05:20:51.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. it's been a long long while since i blogged. but i know sweethearts like weenee and val will drop by here once in a while haha. i always say that time past fast, but its hell damn true. whenever i visit this site and look at my past entries, i will think that i'm damn childish to worry over trival matters in the past. but all those, makes great memories and my parcel of growing up. so it's good in the sense that i get to recall how simple and joyous my life was back then. of course, i'm not trying to say that my current life sucks. but it's always nice to be young huh.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm not sure what i am driving at now. i'm just typing anything that comes up of my mind  haha. oh i love my past haha.&lt;br /&gt;lately, there's many events that drive my emotions right down to an imaginary pit. i think that i can't do much to change it but it's seriously affecting me. and i don't think i'm telling my friends about it.&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is. i think i've changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1477143968282375134?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1477143968282375134/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4558143546769548247</id><published>2010-05-17T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:04:03.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for feeling this way, I'm sorry for reacting like that.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the grey clouds on my way home makes me down too.&lt;br /&gt;But after this, I've made up my mind that I would never ever make myself feel this way anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I dislike birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;Now it seemed more like a hassel.&lt;br /&gt;Hopes, surprises, smiles ain't real, wishes ain't coming true.&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything's falling apart and birthdays do not hold that special meaning close to heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a bitch who just think of the dark side, maybe it's just           today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4558143546769548247?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4558143546769548247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4558143546769548247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4558143546769548247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4558143546769548247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-sorry-for-feeling-this-way-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7047415454778805887</id><published>2010-04-27T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T02:15:49.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew i'm gonna blog again!! :DD&lt;br /&gt;HAHA From DEC2009 to APRIL2010, who'll expect my change?&lt;br /&gt;I'M IN CJC NOW!! (Tho sometimes i'm depressed that my friends' aint here, I should be contented with what i have now.)&lt;br /&gt;Was looking through my previous blog, how childish could I get man?&lt;br /&gt;Could never ever ever expect that someone will visit my old blog 3 years later. HAHA TERENCE CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't delete too cause I completely forgot my another account's id and password.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if wee's gonna see this, I wanna you know that I MISS YOU!! Remember you created this blog for me? HAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;And of course, best,daught,wifey,partner,cow,bro,fish,dog,hum,deer I MISS YOU GUYS TOO. BUT I'M GONNA SEE YOUR FACES SOON AGAIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;Will blog again when I feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7047415454778805887?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7047415454778805887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7047415454778805887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7047415454778805887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7047415454778805887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-knew-im-gonna-blog-again-dd-haha.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7267386218595444182</id><published>2009-12-10T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T08:23:19.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's some things,&lt;br /&gt;once you missed it, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;****!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7267386218595444182?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7267386218595444182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7267386218595444182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7267386218595444182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7267386218595444182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-some-things-once-you-missed-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8843067792224095214</id><published>2009-11-30T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:33:36.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a whole year, I realised I'm still not over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told myself to leave it after o's. But it ain't getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weenee, even after what you've told me, I still can't see the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I reallly hate it &amp;amp; It's driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8843067792224095214?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8843067792224095214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8843067792224095214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8843067792224095214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8843067792224095214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-whole-year-i-realised-im-still.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2146114073642232751</id><published>2009-11-30T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:13:17.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;After like 2 months, i'm finally BACK! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, during this period, i was so tempted to blog. I typed a whole chunk of words, only to delete it all. Geez. What shall I say? This four years of studying finally paid off because o's over.&lt;br /&gt;And really, life can't be anymore boring this holidays. All play no work made me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Some days were those hardcore watching drama show. (Oh yea, and my current body clock got me sleeping at 4am at least)&lt;br /&gt;While some days were hanging out with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and so much shopping before prom got me really sick of shopping. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, tmrw's DECEMBER! Which means, i'm gonna work in no timee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post more pictures up soon. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2146114073642232751?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2146114073642232751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2146114073642232751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2146114073642232751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2146114073642232751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hahahhahahahahaahha-after-like-2.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1940301684762898136</id><published>2009-10-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:18:49.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching TEEVEE is better than doing amaths.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping is better than waking up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing is better than crying.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving is better than being left behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1940301684762898136?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1940301684762898136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1940301684762898136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1940301684762898136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1940301684762898136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/10/watching-teevee-is-better-than-doing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7180435707059234771</id><published>2009-10-04T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:10:50.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's gonna be the worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;First time in my 16 years of living, fronda's going back to philipiness for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;How, what i feel is beyond comprehension. No one could ever understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It may seemed a short 2 week, but for me, it's a crazy long period.&lt;br /&gt;Now she's repacking her luggage cause her's ultra heavy-excessive baggage; confirm have to pay for the overweight costs.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's in her luggage? Chilli paste, ginger, maggie mee, robots..&lt;br /&gt;It's all for her family over there.&lt;br /&gt;Then when my bro told her to take out some of the presents, she said she cant, it's her present to cousin or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it but to cry. I really wanted to give her all my bank savings so that she can carefreely bring everything she wanted back home.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give her the best. The best she could ever get.&lt;br /&gt;Although the money in my atm card's already reduced to a single digit no. while buying presents for her(perfume, engraved necklace, photoframe...), I strongly felt that what I had given to her is inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;I owe her too much things, that I couldn't even pay back for a lifetime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7180435707059234771?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7180435707059234771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7180435707059234771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7180435707059234771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7180435707059234771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-gonna-be-worst-day-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-9177136770225683947</id><published>2009-09-28T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:28:02.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To you, who's no longer in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know that you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll really do my best to mug like crazy and achieve the best scores I could ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEE MY SUPER POWER AND YOU'LL BE AMAZED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-9177136770225683947?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/9177136770225683947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=9177136770225683947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9177136770225683947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9177136770225683947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/nice-to-know-that-youre-happy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1277375380606016775</id><published>2009-09-24T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:38:21.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Shhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the library with susu now, but she's sleeping so HEE HEE I CAN START SLACKING TOO! [:&lt;br /&gt;Gee. There's so many times that i feel like giving up and stop trying already.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many times i doubted myself and wondered if i could ever see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;Too much times, when dissappointments is too much for me to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I remembered what Mdm teoh said to me before she left our school.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that we have to move on even when we met failures.&lt;br /&gt;You will only lose if you give up, if you stop in your tracks and wallow in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it made me feel much better now.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i lose hope, her words would rewind in my mind and keep my faith strong.&lt;br /&gt;I have to believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrsvpbydtaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/9bhvBvwmxKM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384950168332121506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrsvpbydtaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/9bhvBvwmxKM/s400/Snapshot_20090924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*HAHAH I BET SHE'S GONNA BE SO SURPRISED WHEN SHE HOP ON MY BLOG! xD&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/3151807643727987054-1277375380606016775?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1277375380606016775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1277375380606016775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1277375380606016775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1277375380606016775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/shhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrsvpbydtaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/9bhvBvwmxKM/s72-c/Snapshot_20090924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6791145806613694168</id><published>2009-09-20T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:08:08.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH TO SOME PEOPLE'S HORROR, I PERMED MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'M NOT GOING TO BE ON THIS SITE FOR A LONG TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEST IS I AFK FOR 2 MONTHS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZTNCcZSgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/cqVDuAfhDcw/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383581888027380226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZTNCcZSgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/cqVDuAfhDcw/s400/DSC00573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6791145806613694168?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6791145806613694168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6791145806613694168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6791145806613694168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6791145806613694168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/yeah-to-some-peoples-horror-i-permed-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZTNCcZSgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/cqVDuAfhDcw/s72-c/DSC00573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6389917241428934252</id><published>2009-09-20T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:05:14.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My days are spent as if my freaking o's are over.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my prelims are not exactly over, but i can feel myself being all light and lusting over the things i wanna do aft o's over. FIRST THING- JOB, SECOND THING-MY DRUMS. These two are my priority HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I can smell freedom, now that 2 months more would end my misery of studying o's.&lt;br /&gt;But my weekends are so busy, I haven't even got a chance to sit down and do my work.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, i don't feel that my time is wasted because i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576623322447458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOal47PmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-NXwhFYMTGw/s400/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOZnxI4ZI/AAAAAAAAB7w/RJnBHuHN96Y/s1600-h/DSC00503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576606646788498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOZnxI4ZI/AAAAAAAAB7w/RJnBHuHN96Y/s400/DSC00503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOY9MJZoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/nN1h64j1eFI/s1600-h/DSC00505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576595217344130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOY9MJZoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/nN1h64j1eFI/s400/DSC00505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOZYl8vYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/-0Hjagsov-M/s1600-h/DSC00507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576602573323650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOZYl8vYI/AAAAAAAAB7o/-0Hjagsov-M/s400/DSC00507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOaI02_II/AAAAAAAAB74/pdXtvvpoAbY/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383576615520763010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOaI02_II/AAAAAAAAB74/pdXtvvpoAbY/s400/DSC00549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6389917241428934252?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6389917241428934252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6389917241428934252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6389917241428934252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6389917241428934252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-days-are-spent-as-if-my-freaking-os.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SrZOal47PmI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-NXwhFYMTGw/s72-c/DSC00499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2714261295961775568</id><published>2009-09-18T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T08:19:16.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, my eyelids felt so heavy; a clear indication that i should head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, I want to exhaust all of my energy today and make it up to the no fun days during prelims.&lt;br /&gt;SELF DECLARED PRELIMS OVER I DONT CARE!&lt;br /&gt;And well, i don't wish to talk about my exams and the results which i'm gonna face later.&lt;br /&gt;All my other friends were eager to know their results but, NOT ME.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's better not to know about things.&lt;br /&gt;This long weekends gonna be a hell busy one.&lt;br /&gt;Sat- Shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;Sun- My 2nd brother's getting married&lt;br /&gt;Mon-Tuition D: , prolly meeting sotong&amp;amp;bitch aftwards hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2714261295961775568?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2714261295961775568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2714261295961775568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2714261295961775568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2714261295961775568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-my-eyelids-felt-so-heavy-clear.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-658101029835418962</id><published>2009-09-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:31:59.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so PISSED! I can't find a simple stapler. My table is in a state of mess. Clock, thermometer, contact lense solution, cup, disc, magazine, pictures, spectacle box, alcohol... HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just this disorganised. &lt;br /&gt;Anw. It's such a blink of an eye, that hols' coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's not even hols to speak of. We should be mugging like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, people like me. HAHAH. Spend my free time behind the computer, watching KIMHYUNJOONG! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;For every single day, i've been out of home.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, some were happy fruitful study days but most of them were having fun, catching up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SCREWED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;Oh HAHHA i recalled. MY STAPLER!&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I won't be updating anytime soon i think.&lt;br /&gt;Even though of closing my blog. But having second thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Right. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-658101029835418962?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/658101029835418962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=658101029835418962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/658101029835418962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/658101029835418962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-pissed-i-cant-find-simple-stapler.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1858304370542195469</id><published>2009-09-04T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:17:55.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I wish i'm ignorant and do not know anything.&lt;br /&gt;Because the truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Like a sharpened knife, it keeps stabbing you mercilessly, even though how hard you pleaded it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;It just affects you all the time, subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish i could be as simple-minded as the girl in Saving Gaia, and go " In my world, everyone would want to save the world."&lt;br /&gt;But so sorry, things don't go the way you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me about Murphy's law, i don't wanna hear why things always fall on the buttered side.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sometimes of me that i would wanna hide in a small corner, where no one can notice me.&lt;br /&gt;Where i do things without any burden-called expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1858304370542195469?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1858304370542195469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1858304370542195469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1858304370542195469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1858304370542195469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-wish-im-ignorant-and-do-not.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4039660451635295299</id><published>2009-09-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T05:16:05.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I MUST BE CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of burning all my textbooks into ashes right after O's thrills me.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of going with wee to mental hospital for volunteer work after O's suddenly makes me excited too.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of going crazy with them.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST BE TOTALLY MAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4039660451635295299?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4039660451635295299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4039660451635295299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4039660451635295299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4039660451635295299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-be-crazy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8653418212061745905</id><published>2009-08-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:07:36.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, i know it's been freaking crazy long since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. I've been actively on com all these while, just that once blogger was screwed and pissed me off so i didn't come to this site for a long time. Been youtube-ing KIM HYUN JOONG!! HAHA k val would say i'm crazy. I DON'T CARE! What's more, he plays bass guitar- which interests me more. [:&lt;br /&gt;There's still MUCH MORE pictures in my com, but being me, i'm lazy to upload them all HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S TEACHERS DAY! Went back to RV to reminisce the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;Just that.... it seemed that i forgot most of their names HAHAH and we didn't get to see our fav. teachers during pri sch times. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkkkkkkkkk. It seemed like i had forgotten what I wanted to say heh.&lt;br /&gt;This shows how good is my memory huh. Speaking which, the ss essays to memorize IS GIVING ME HARDCORE HEADACHE. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be back. soon . 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GIVE ME FIVE!&lt;br /&gt;My mother looked at us, puzzled. Then i showed her my hi-five signal.&lt;br /&gt;Mum:HUH YOU SAYING BYE? WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAH. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;K im just been a tard. xD&lt;br /&gt;Anwz. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Ion Orchard again yeste with Fronda. Bought a soft comfy jacket. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Gee, there goes my saving plan. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched G.I JOE with many people on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SUPER COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was embarrassing for val to sit next to someone who screamed from time to time(HAHAH!), i know she stilll love me. Awwwwwww. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2631067431959025143?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2631067431959025143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2631067431959025143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2631067431959025143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2631067431959025143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/08/hahahhahahahhahahaha-joke-of-day-night.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-398086309227159308</id><published>2009-08-09T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:44:01.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A person can get used to anything, if given enough time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-398086309227159308?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/398086309227159308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=398086309227159308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/398086309227159308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/398086309227159308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/08/person-can-get-used-to-anything-if.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2269599896593004245</id><published>2009-07-31T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:14:53.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 6days of hard work(maybe not), it's my FAVOURITE FRIDAY AGAIN HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Mee and my best pals head town- ION ORCHARD! HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's saying about this fascinating mall, so here we are!&lt;br /&gt;It's HUMONGOUS!! We nearly lost our way in there haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's really THE PLACE for hard core shopping, sweetest drug for shopaholic-it'll really satisfy your addiction. And this calls for SDH! This 2 friends of mine are really mad shoppers. Right val dawn? HAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;I managed to resist my temptations and brought home only one pair of heels! But damn. I think i bought it on impulse, it's freaking 4 inch tall!&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really thinking huh. But the heels seemed to be urging me to bring them home,it felt so sad to leave them on the shelf....... And the next thing i know, i was punching those numbers for payment.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr. Nvm. I can't UNBUY stuff, can I?&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I'm happy! ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3Wi9pIjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Jgfxh988Dbs/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364622072866218546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3Wi9pIjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Jgfxh988Dbs/s400/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3WUHZRCI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-cICHx-gok4/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364622068880589858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3WUHZRCI/AAAAAAAAB6g/-cICHx-gok4/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3W6W3t_I/AAAAAAAAB6w/eN2HhBdK1xo/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364622079146047474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3W6W3t_I/AAAAAAAAB6w/eN2HhBdK1xo/s400/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&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/3151807643727987054-2269599896593004245?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2269599896593004245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2269599896593004245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2269599896593004245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2269599896593004245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-6days-of-hard-workmaybe-not-its.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SnL3Wi9pIjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/Jgfxh988Dbs/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4562887693420438114</id><published>2009-07-28T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:42:56.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE'RE STUDYING WITH THE END IN MIND!HAHAHAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 4 more months to freedom. GOGOGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sm7VchRIllI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ErjwCUL0XoM/s1600-h/Photo2457.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363458892188128850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sm7VchRIllI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ErjwCUL0XoM/s400/Photo2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sm7Vc6G1wMI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/3uoRJzqISKE/s1600-h/Photo2460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363458898855837890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sm7Vc6G1wMI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/3uoRJzqISKE/s400/Photo2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4562887693420438114?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4562887693420438114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4562887693420438114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4562887693420438114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4562887693420438114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-studying-with-end-in-mindhahahaa.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sm7VchRIllI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/ErjwCUL0XoM/s72-c/Photo2457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-655464258668143348</id><published>2009-07-25T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T07:16:20.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should learn to talk less and work more hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkkkk. I should fastforward most of the things to the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, RACIAL HARMONY!&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAH. Six of us were quite spontaneous eh. Only we wore ethnic costumes in the sea of sch-uniform classmates lol.&lt;br /&gt;All it mattered is that we had our fun. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the best days after June hols i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;All of us been caught up in this crazy busy tornado and left us nothing but stress, pressure, fear.&lt;br /&gt;Here and there, people would start reminding of the days left to the Big O's.&lt;br /&gt;6 more weeks? Or 8? HAHA. I can't really remember, and i don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;GOD I HAVEN'T EVEN START ON MY REVISION YET!&lt;br /&gt;So many work piling up, it's suffocating me. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Yup so yeste's Friday, went ikea with dong,manda,wee,lou,cia then library to find su, then night at spize with valdawnd. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Although the time spent with them is really short, but it really feels great hanging out with them. [: Simple and sweet. We're just as close despite us being all hectic and drained out by work.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for being such great friends to me.&lt;br /&gt;Arghhhhhhh! TIME PAST EXTREMELY FAST! HOW COULD AN HOUR JUST PAST LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;ITS RUSH FOR WORK TIME, BYE! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-655464258668143348?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/655464258668143348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=655464258668143348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/655464258668143348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/655464258668143348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-learn-to-talk-less-and-work.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2540296920298537171</id><published>2009-07-25T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T06:45:50.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SmsLaDyb4FI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CDPIn15DsW4/s1600-h/DSC00304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362392323636060242" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SmsKG53b6oI/AAAAAAAAB5w/AhPBX27wsRg/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SmsKF81FmlI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/tWYD4rK-eO8/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362390878659123794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SmsKF81FmlI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/tWYD4rK-eO8/s400/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2540296920298537171?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2540296920298537171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2540296920298537171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2540296920298537171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2540296920298537171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SmsLaDyb4FI/AAAAAAAAB6A/CDPIn15DsW4/s72-c/DSC00304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-488559096562440250</id><published>2009-07-10T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:45:48.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"While parent's love are like the road, as endlessly as it can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Their children could only repay as little as short as a chopstick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm always guilty. Guilty of not doing enough for my dear parents, for making them worry, for spending so much of their money they had worked hard for... I know whatever i do, could never be equivalent to what they had done for me. I might not be good with words, but I hope they would know they are as precious as I am to them.(This implies to Fronda too, for she had spend 16 years looking after me already.) That strong indebtedness towards my parents forever be etched in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since I was small, I promised my dad to buy him all the cars he want. When I was small and naive, I thought that I could get hold of anything easily as long as I want it. Then, I realised it's so not true! It's my parents who gave me everything, and I wanted as much to repay them by double! But when i grow older, reality sets in, things are not as simple as I thought. I realised life is a road of hurdles. In order to move on, you have to jump high and even higher to overcome them. Dreams would provide you with the power, the driving force to spur on. For me, I don't have an ambitious dream. I just want people around me to be happy and healthy, earn much money for my family.(and of course, the CARS!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course, I don't bring up all these thoughts randomly HAHHA. It's because we attended You Jin's class today, and she spoke about family ties, parents sacrifices and love. Even now, I still can feel a tinge of sadness filling me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TO CHERISH, IS WHAT I SINCERELY HOPE I CAN DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-488559096562440250?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/488559096562440250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=488559096562440250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/488559096562440250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/488559096562440250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/while-parents-love-are-like-road-as.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1048374196078983212</id><published>2009-07-03T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:02:29.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much are you willing to sacrifice for the one you loved?&lt;br /&gt;Those genuine words would always be those left unsaid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1048374196078983212?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1048374196078983212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1048374196078983212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1048374196078983212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1048374196078983212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-much-are-you-willing-to-sacrifice.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1475322671123244744</id><published>2009-06-28T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:09:50.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no mood no mood no mood to do my work. D:I'm aware that Prelims is in about two more months time, but i feel no sense of urgency.I'm just being lazy and rather waste my time on Facebook or watching videos.Damn, i know i'm gonna regret this. But HAHAHA. It makes no difference now that we're heading school tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anwzxz. I feel that i'm being retarded. I striked a conversation with a maid next door. HEH. I don't know why. But she is of a cheerful disposition and she very hyped up that i'm drawn towards her. HEE. And then i was complaining to her that i don't wanna go school tmrw lol. I love to talk to this kind of people cause they makes me feel happy. [: HAHAH SO RANDOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I should talk about my sleepover at my bro's house and his evil deeds huh. Firstly, he made me clean the floor with a tissue paper! When i asked for a sweeping broom, he told me he don't know where it was. Resulting in me painstalkingly picking up rubbish one by one with a miserable piece of tissue!! After i'm all drained out from doing the job, he then magically take out a vacumn cleaner to suck up the dust. WHAT AN ASSHOLE RIGHT. He should have brought it out earlier. -.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we were watching a makeover show, AND GUESS WHAT HE SAID!!&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, imagine if you go for such makeover, then the professionals tell you that the only thing to help you is to change your all face. So sad right." And he continued by patting my back. Wah i was choking on my food lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly(of course there's much more!!! but i think i should cut it short!), he refused to give up his bed and made me sleep on the matteress floor. D: I was complaining to him that i've been sleeping on the floor for days, and demanded for the rights of a guest for essential sleeping needs. And then he said, " Have you ever seen a guest sleeping in the master room?" Oh right, I should add on the fact that he wasn't the owner of the house and that wasn't the master room.&lt;br /&gt;-.= In case you don't understand, i have three faithful brothers hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still love my brother. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1475322671123244744?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1475322671123244744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1475322671123244744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1475322671123244744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1475322671123244744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-no-mood-no-mood-no-mood-to-do-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-9157822607565499706</id><published>2009-06-27T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:01:53.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pictures from my lappy to brighten my blog&lt;/span&gt;! [;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXskd5a3XI/AAAAAAAAB4o/rPRAGjPH_ho/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090624_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351943843444612466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXskd5a3XI/AAAAAAAAB4o/rPRAGjPH_ho/s400/Snapshot_20090624_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQ2mH4oI/AAAAAAAAB4g/YXPHdsgQYc8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090624_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941307453923970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQ2mH4oI/AAAAAAAAB4g/YXPHdsgQYc8/s400/Snapshot_20090624_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQnN0IUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/i4noQ5KF_eE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090624_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941303325434178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQnN0IUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/i4noQ5KF_eE/s400/Snapshot_20090624_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQK24GtI/AAAAAAAAB4I/E5Xo9lM5HPk/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090623_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941295713032914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQK24GtI/AAAAAAAAB4I/E5Xo9lM5HPk/s400/Snapshot_20090623_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXsktvVi2I/AAAAAAAAB44/UAggKKzDIkM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351943847697288034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXsktvVi2I/AAAAAAAAB44/UAggKKzDIkM/s400/Snapshot_20090627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXsk348nhI/AAAAAAAAB5A/3ZDbXhEiG64/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090627_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351943850421952018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXsk348nhI/AAAAAAAAB5A/3ZDbXhEiG64/s400/Snapshot_20090627_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXqQTNWBhI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/5IPsXNzmnH8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090623_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-9157822607565499706?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/9157822607565499706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=9157822607565499706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9157822607565499706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9157822607565499706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/pictures-from-my-lappy-to-brighten-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SkXskd5a3XI/AAAAAAAAB4o/rPRAGjPH_ho/s72-c/Snapshot_20090624_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5809185445376735098</id><published>2009-06-26T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:37:15.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head is spinning, it feels like the whole world is turning upside down. Suddenly, it becomes just me against the world. I have no companion, for no one truly understands. I begin to lose my control and let emotions get the worse of me. It's taking too much of me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid. But i can't really explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been occupied with work which pretty much gives me headache. And everytime when i turned on the TV, i'm drawn to reality shows. Those unfortunates, who caught up with some incurable diseases. It just hits on me, and I hate to be living in a facade. Even as i'm breathing effortlessly now, I'm aware that in some parts of the world there are people suffering. I hate to know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just never realised what you have until you don't have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5809185445376735098?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5809185445376735098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5809185445376735098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5809185445376735098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5809185445376735098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-head-is-spinning-it-feels-like-whole.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1402392439942686820</id><published>2009-06-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:54:05.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so foreign when i look back at those posts i typed last time. It's more of the mixed feelings and i wondered if i really enjoyed the present, or the past. It seemed like my senior years are packed with all the school work and results. I had always complained that time is not enough for me. Though these 2 years been real hectic for me, I realised that i had really put my time into good use; doing better things with friends or work. Time is like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, things are different. Prince charming's kiss does not work on Snow White anymore and she will never see light again. It just feels like someone had stabbed right into your heart and blood is flowing out profusely. As much as you are desperate to stop that red irony-taste fluid from leaving your body, it just refuses to listens. Endlessly, this is how killing it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1402392439942686820?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1402392439942686820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1402392439942686820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1402392439942686820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1402392439942686820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-let-me-go.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5677719248523458734</id><published>2009-06-23T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T11:47:41.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELLLS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I don't really know what i'm doing here. It's 2.39pm now. My eyes are popping out and my head's spins alittle. I think i'm officially drained out. Zero power*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i'm a little too obsessed with Jap shows, keep watching like non-stop. There's this one show i loveeeeeeeeeeee alotzxzxz called "Absolute Boyfriend". Omg. The robot's devotion for the girl is g o d l y!! I mean, i can never find a guy who would treat me like that. He rather be scrapped to pieces, than to see his gf suffer from the relationship. Ahhhhh. You have to watch it to be touched. Anw. Most jap series's about 11 episodes, fast to know the ending. [:&lt;br /&gt;Computer time for me seemed to be extended ever since i bonded with my lappy. Study time seemed to decrease significantly. Out with susususu at great world today and we realised all the revision we were talking way before holidays is screwed up. We've been busy having fun these holidays k. zZZZZZZ Went downstairs to study with neighbour and realised i've been out the hols!!! This is crazy. Me never once stayed at home for a full 24h day.&lt;br /&gt;SOS!Someone please switch me to study mode!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5677719248523458734?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5677719248523458734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5677719248523458734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5677719248523458734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5677719248523458734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/wellls-i-dont-really-know-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4541329628441943739</id><published>2009-06-18T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:46:06.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'LL SAY 5 RANDOM STUFF AND I'M OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's so many things to do, so little time. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having a relapse now, if anyone could understand what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been drinking many water hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NEVER SAY NEVER-THE FRAY IS STIlL MY BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having a better grip on what's life all about. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4541329628441943739?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4541329628441943739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4541329628441943739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4541329628441943739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4541329628441943739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/ill-say-5-random-stuff-and-im-off.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2174698482686015058</id><published>2009-06-18T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:24:14.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days, i went shopping, got a new phone(ITS IN PINK HEE), got a new lappy, study dates, chill out with all my different best friends and retarded family. Did all the cool things, except for staying at home hahah. There's once, i stayed at home after watching " Ghost of girlfriends past" with fronda, i had a terrible headache! Pure coincidence yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm left with a week plus to school! TIME IS RUNNING OUTTTTTTTT! DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, i think pictures can tell you a better story than i do. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo9l6J9ghI/AAAAAAAAB3I/0z2qUXcmX5U/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348655228931375634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo9l6J9ghI/AAAAAAAAB3I/0z2qUXcmX5U/s400/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-kInUfNI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KvekpA-b4W4/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348656297964502226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-kInUfNI/AAAAAAAAB3g/KvekpA-b4W4/s400/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo9mDTqxpI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/uAXVSRGqAr0/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348655231388010130" style="FLOAT: 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-kpWxZyI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ZCQW4bqsQO4/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348656306753464098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-kpWxZyI/AAAAAAAAB3w/ZCQW4bqsQO4/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo_TC-O1ZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/8FDA50w36n4/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348657103903839634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo_TC-O1ZI/AAAAAAAAB4A/8FDA50w36n4/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-lFA6E9I/AAAAAAAAB34/GpSyV0_xIfc/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348656314177950674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo-lFA6E9I/AAAAAAAAB34/GpSyV0_xIfc/s400/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2174698482686015058?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2174698482686015058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2174698482686015058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2174698482686015058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2174698482686015058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-days-i-went-shopping-got-new.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sjo9l6J9ghI/AAAAAAAAB3I/0z2qUXcmX5U/s72-c/DSC00009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7986621998300870670</id><published>2009-06-12T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:22:20.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;TO MY FAVOURITE SONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's some things we don't talk about rather do without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and just hold the smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;falling in and out of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ashamed and proud of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;together all the while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can never say never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why we dont know when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time and time again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;younger now than we were before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture you're the queen of everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as far as the eye can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;under your command&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your guardian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when all is crumbling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I've been dreaming of all the crazy unbelievable things these nights. Like how a duck can't swim, cause he's scared of heights, like how a cat jump from pools to pools downstairs, like how i became a warrior because i wanted to save durian plantations. I'm not lying, nor exagerating. But i'm having all these weird dreams. It's true. I can't believe myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, i had the sweetest dream ever, this 2009.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt on 19 june, you and i. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;collide...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I know. Since it's just a dream, it won't come true. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7986621998300870670?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7986621998300870670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7986621998300870670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7986621998300870670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7986621998300870670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-some-things-we-dont-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4742532439199106037</id><published>2009-06-11T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:25:01.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from my lovely primary school gathering! It feels eff great to be able to talk like the past, as if we've never separated in different schools before. The get-together feeling, the i-know-you're-a-toot-last-time feeling, gave me true warmness in my heart. Isn't this what friendships all about? Those magical feelings, and i still can't help but to smile widely hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Minds' at Boatquay. Although it's alittle squeezy in there, but the games we played were like thunder, making our hearts beat rapidly. Last year, the xmas celebration with Cakers were also at Minds. We were playing the Seize the Bone game. HAHAHA. I was so occupied with changing cards, i'm so oblivious to surroundings, i forgot to snatch the bone!!! BUT THIS TIME WAHHAHHAHHA. I'MMA PRO!!! I MANAGED TO PLAY TILL THE END FOR 3 CONSECUTIVE TIMES. YES AH! ;DDDDD (And sorry to Pooh bear for i got alittle too panicked, and spilled the drinks over you heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw. I'm glad but worried that my extra lessons for this hols had came to an end. Glad that i no need to force myself out of bed so early. But worried that i might let laziness take over me, and not focused on studies. PLEASE DONT LET MYSELF DOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with......... this song hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;"NEVER SAY NEVER-THE FRAY" It's nothing of uniqueness, just a simple ordinary song with lyrics repeating over again. But it seemed that it is calling out for my heart. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dont let me go.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SjJJDXOo40I/AAAAAAAAB3A/lSKtRc55F5Y/s1600-h/4653_1172614032824_1152224115_30515314_3571767_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346416029766050626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SjJJDXOo40I/AAAAAAAAB3A/lSKtRc55F5Y/s400/4653_1172614032824_1152224115_30515314_3571767_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3151807643727987054-4742532439199106037?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4742532439199106037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4742532439199106037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4742532439199106037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4742532439199106037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-from-my-lovely-primary-school.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SjJJDXOo40I/AAAAAAAAB3A/lSKtRc55F5Y/s72-c/4653_1172614032824_1152224115_30515314_3571767_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1678807644021239663</id><published>2009-06-09T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T05:55:55.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly, i feel all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;old and senile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K hear this, maybe you would agree with me later on lol. About 2 days ago, i lost my toothbrush. Then i was looking for it around, but to no avail. So, fronda gave me a new one. That same night, i can't find the new one again! So where it landed? INSIDE THE FREAKING DUSTBIN!! OMG. I don't recall myself throwing them away, but those evidences seemed to be staring at me with open eyes! Grrrrrrrrrrr, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been so long since i last blogged. And i know i promised the intro of "We got married". But i'm sorry, i think i'm gonna skip that cus... i don't know, i suddenly feel i'm typing crapz. Perhaps, i'm under medication that's why i can't think well. Maybe, my mood swings, fast lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching acoustic videos on Youtube. And i'm enjoying ever single bit of it. ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST WENT JAMMING LAH! Really missed those crazy days. Sigh, i still think i'm getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was walking home alone this evening, all random thoughts seemed to complete my empty mind hahah. In a flash, i can vividly recall the scene when me and ive roamed Bugis streets during our sec 2 days right after school. It seemed just like yesterday that we had skipped lessons again, hopping around sch,watching our seniors, fantasizing ... And when days were down, we would pretend as if school is our playground and start playing catching and screaming our heads off. Those days ah. As if, there's no other people in the world, but just me and my best friends, living in a sweet dream. When things come by so easily, studies, achievements is so so within our grasp. Oh gee. What can i say? THOSE WERE THE DAYS WAHAHHA! Speaking of which, it's dear ivey birthday soon. Yeah, i'm sixteen, she's gonna be as old too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm sixteen, i'm working very hard to achieve my target. I want to get in SAJC!!!! I REALLY WANT TO!!!! So, i'm working my ass off. SO PEOPLE, PLEASE DONT ASK ME OUT AGAIN. I wanna stay home and spend quality time with my sweetheart books lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm sixteen, i think i have a little bit better idea on these 3 words called " I love you". After so much, i'm definitely, sure of, (confirm plus chop!), no doubts abt it that, i'm not gonna let these words out of me easily. It's such a BIG HUGE GIANTIC difference on how i view love when i was 13, secondary 1. And i believe for all of us, thoughts and views changed when you really experienced it. I'm a older, wiser person now wahhahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY EIGHTEEN NIAO NIAO&lt;/span&gt;!!! Birds forever! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;It kills to know that part of me is still thinking of you, at this very moment of time. I mean, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1678807644021239663?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1678807644021239663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1678807644021239663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1678807644021239663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1678807644021239663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/06/suddenly-i-feel-im-all-old-and-senile.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8005880542478393145</id><published>2009-05-31T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:09:58.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i must do this quick. Before fronda comes back from her shower, we are watching this variety show called " We got married". It's reallly goood!!! OMG. the best spontaneous show i had watched ever. I'll get on with that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMANDA TAN LI YING!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;A wide smile would be pasted on my face everytime i think of you. [: Dear sunshine/ex table-partner, have a blessed 16th! May all your wishes come true. And you know we love you always and forever. ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, all the best for those having chinese o's tmrw. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is today a productive day for me? Actually, i'm not very sure HAHHA. At first, i wanted to complete all my tuition work today. So i went downstairs to study, however. Plane geometry is too boring and difficult!!! Half the time, i'm copying the answer off my teacher's. And my eyes would start feeling very heavy. I don't know why, but i need to stop my work. It was then fronda went down to find me. And then, we went to gym next door HAHHA. I started with 2kg of dumbells, and after a while i changed them to 1kg. I realised i can carry them effortlessly!! AHAHHA. k i know i'm a tard. But it's been so looooooong since i work out. (and that i've stopped playing netball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home to rest. My intial plan is to just watch some movie online while i eat my lunch then get back to work. HOWEVER!!!!! i'm strucked with this show. OMG ITS REALLY GOOD. I'll type a nice detailed intro soon, and influence everyone to watch it!!!! WAHAHHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Why fronda bathe so fast eh. K, got to switch my tabs now. I'll be back! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8005880542478393145?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8005880542478393145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8005880542478393145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8005880542478393145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8005880542478393145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-i-must-do-this-quick.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-14213763729364536</id><published>2009-05-29T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:31:15.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't go school today. Laoshi's busy teaching 4C for their upcoming O's, and we're literally having free periods for chinese intensive.(how irony) So today, i decided that i don't want to get up early to school lab to play facebook or watch Boys over flowers video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with mama. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With shopping bags, we conquered town!!&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA i'm exagerating. But it's fun lol. I'm in a bras craze, and i don't know why i'm just a tard k lol. When you love something, your eyes just naturally zoom in to things you want(like a camera). And when i spot something, it would be letting myself down if i just don't get those cute lil intimates. That's how i start spending again, even though i really wanted to save $ and repeatedly told Best i dont want to shop anymore. And omg, it's great sg sales! I would be indirectly saving money if i get things cheap. HAHA! What an excuse. Lol, i'm just crapping again, you can ignore whatever i just typed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was shopping time with best and daught. Actually, we just wanted to get * for someone. But when we saw sales at taka, our instincts made us move forward. Spent like an hour there. And after we got out of the departmental store, i realised. Why the hell did i buy tanktops for? LOL. Why did i get them again, when i have those of the same colour lying around at the corners of my room. Gee, this proves again i'm a tard! Ignore this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm just feeling empty inside. I don't why. It's rare to see me online. And these rare moments happened just last night, and today. HAHA. I dislike when people i dont know or not close with, start conver. with me, and i have to entertain them. It would be tedious if i'm going to block them one by one. So i decided to have a peace of mind by not even signing in. So yeah, despite that, i'm online today. It was then what wee talked to me online, set me thinking. We talked about life, and she told me to think of &lt;em&gt;what i really want in life.&lt;/em&gt; I was clueless, no, i am clueless. i think, it's been so long since i really slow down and think about myself, about my own control of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blinded by results, shopping, outtings. I forgot the most important thing in life. I got an ugly E8 for english, and this is the first time an E8 ever appeared in my report book throughout four years of secondary schooling. Even at this point of time, i feel so lousy that i think that i'm typing broken english.And well, i shouldn't let it bring me down. I'll defintely work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on complaining to wee, "even * have boyfriend. look at them, so sweet." Lol, i wondered why i even said this. But then she asked me, &lt;em&gt;why am i so unhappy and tired while trying to find happiness. If it's so, then it's not happiness.&lt;/em&gt; She told me, &lt;em&gt;different people have different view on lives&lt;/em&gt;. Thinking again, what she said is so true. It's up to me to define my own happiness. And i have to find back my reason of living in this world. Of course, it's not just having a stupid boyf, and look so sweet&amp;amp;close with him infront of the camera, and then post it as my profile pic, and introduce to everyone as "my boy" and.... AHAHHAAH. It's so ridiculous, i don't wanna go on. But at least, most of my readers get my drift. And it's also not just having those pieces of cloths bombarding my wardrobe. There's gonna be more to life. So, i am going to find it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks lover, i miss going to clarkequay with you, having heart to heart talks and enjoying the sea breeze. It's holidays now. I think we can have more time together. Provided, i must study hard too! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one in a million long post in my recent blog. And yup, i won't blog as often and most of my next post would just be pictures i suppose. ;D CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-14213763729364536?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/14213763729364536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=14213763729364536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/14213763729364536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/14213763729364536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-go-school-today.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2239083072155500799</id><published>2009-05-27T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:11:31.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You looked me into the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And told me you loved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Were you just kidding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school lab 2 now.&lt;br /&gt;Gee, my whole day is spent here. Free lessons, so much for chinese intensive. I wanted to blog loooooooooooooooooong time, but i'm always distracted HAHAA!! Just now we were looking at clothes, then gossiping at blogs, then awkword lay her heavy butt on me, then hot news hot news then we kpo kpo!! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2239083072155500799?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2239083072155500799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2239083072155500799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2239083072155500799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2239083072155500799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-looked-me-into-eye.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6864286694099977603</id><published>2009-05-22T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:46:08.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone have this very special day once in a year, and that is the day they turned alittle bit older. And mine is the 19th of may. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThakyouThankyouThankyouThankyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends, for all they've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice lunch with S.B.R.C.(full attendance siol!) at Empire State . And best tricked me that she sent my present by post.&lt;br /&gt;Ive and wee brought me home, and started present hunt at my room. They dropped hints here and there and i finally found those 2 lovely presents! HAHA. I really love it aloooooooot . [:&lt;br /&gt;At night, i went kbox with the flowers. Hee, and we're all caught up in this crazy singing mood. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Xie xie ni men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I reallly can't blog that often. Cause my com's down, and i screwed my bro's one. Gee. 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHaC1d9yI/AAAAAAAAB14/V3qA09xgpUA/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHaRAwF9I/AAAAAAAAB2I/Hl-WPY4F1uw/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338603293607204818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHaRAwF9I/AAAAAAAAB2I/Hl-WPY4F1uw/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaNmDWBinI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ZUKL-_sKjow/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338610093166529138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaNmDWBinI/AAAAAAAAB2o/ZUKL-_sKjow/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHpQiUgtI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0IJoi7T1j-Y/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338603551177605842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHpQiUgtI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/0IJoi7T1j-Y/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHpeqbtFI/AAAAAAAAB2g/MFm8m9pKrlc/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338603554969728082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaHpeqbtFI/AAAAAAAAB2g/MFm8m9pKrlc/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaP3Ec1ayI/AAAAAAAAB2w/jXNrtVO7YiY/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338612584544561954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaP3Ec1ayI/AAAAAAAAB2w/jXNrtVO7YiY/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/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/3151807643727987054-6864286694099977603?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6864286694099977603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6864286694099977603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6864286694099977603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6864286694099977603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyone-have-this-very-special-day.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ShaP3GYFupI/AAAAAAAAB24/sAnrwmEsLL8/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6895384964949042058</id><published>2009-05-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:35:09.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;On my 16th party,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks for all the unexpected surprises and joy you guys've given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would not forget last night, and cheers to buddies forever. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIZ5_6gI/AAAAAAAAB0g/yXAM9mSR5E8/s1600-h/DSC_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673343850408450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIZ5_6gI/AAAAAAAAB0g/yXAM9mSR5E8/s400/DSC_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIxmc-wI/AAAAAAAAB0w/9Y-FlFSkwNM/s1600-h/DSC_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673350210878210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIxmc-wI/AAAAAAAAB0w/9Y-FlFSkwNM/s400/DSC_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sInBy_qI/AAAAAAAAB0o/5yoSI2H-dqo/s1600-h/DSC_1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673347372777122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sInBy_qI/AAAAAAAAB0o/5yoSI2H-dqo/s400/DSC_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIamvi6I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/wl0ZkNtPsOE/s1600-h/DSC_1005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336673344038079394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIamvi6I/AAAAAAAAB0Y/wl0ZkNtPsOE/s400/DSC_1005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-uAQxEz4I/AAAAAAAAB04/8Ig5db9dMSA/s1600-h/DSC_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675402981363586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-uAQxEz4I/AAAAAAAAB04/8Ig5db9dMSA/s400/DSC_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-uA74-KJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jdaDWUMese8/s1600-h/DSC_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336675414557206674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-uA74-KJI/AAAAAAAAB1A/jdaDWUMese8/s400/DSC_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6895384964949042058?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6895384964949042058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6895384964949042058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6895384964949042058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6895384964949042058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-my-16th-party-thanks-for-all.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg-sIZ5_6gI/AAAAAAAAB0g/yXAM9mSR5E8/s72-c/DSC_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1935752261034008282</id><published>2009-05-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:25:58.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is in a mess, and i feel so sucky lousy now. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because my room is in a mess now, with shopping bags and clothes hanging around. I stare blankly at my wardrobe, and felt i had no clothes to wear. I felt i can't even complete a simple task, which is simply to choose clothes for tmrw. This sucks. Maybe it's because i felt extremely exhausted as i had not slept last night. Maybe it's because i'm going to have my 16th party tmrw, and i haven't come out with any plans abt it yet. Everyone been asking me what time to meet, i told them i had no idea. People i thought they would turn up for sure, are not coming. People that i couldn't invite, understands me. Gee. I don't wanna probe on it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever experienced that you know you're gonna face another broken promise again, yet you prayed that time would prove you wrong? Ever felt like, damn it's not gonna come true, yet you're hopelessly thought things would change? Ever felt like destroying everything in sight, cause that's exactly how your heart feels? I'm so foolish to even think that i'm done and over with those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i'm so hell tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1935752261034008282?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1935752261034008282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1935752261034008282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1935752261034008282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1935752261034008282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-is-in-mess-and-i-feel-so-sucky.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1211379332519347206</id><published>2009-05-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:03:21.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time: 6am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, i can't sleep! Tossed and turned since 12, but dreamland seemed far away from me. D: I shall just idle my time away, till i need to report sch at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with val ive dawn yeste. It's been ages since we did that! And took neos too, HAHA. I'm still depressed for i haven't got my pants yet, so today will find me at vivo after paper. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some silly things happened in my life these days lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before before: The last few seconds of dream, i caught a glimpse of Mrs Gan giving our ans to the paper. So automatically, i stood up and walk towards my table to take my paper to mark. It took me ten whole minutes to realise, it's actually just a dream! And i'm practically sleep walked to my table lol! Told suzhen about it, and she said i was too hardworking! Muahaha! Then she said she hoped i could dream about the ans for this paper and tell her again. Lol. Apparently, i.can't.fall.asleep. And that's why i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Ramen Girl with fronda yeste too. Aft the movie, we went shopping too. And she bought me a top as present haha. My mum saw it, thinking that she shouldn't lose out to fronda. So, she gave me early present too. I love the beautiful necklace she picked. ;D Gee. Then my dad start raining cash on me too. Lol.Early birthday early wishes. I too had people wishing me on Vesak day too. HAHA. It's sweet of them tho, i really appreciate it. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm not looking forward to my 16th. And i don't know why.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg1oDOwSjrI/AAAAAAAAB0A/AOzOQ_Ofk6E/s1600-h/S+D+H!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336035538213441202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg1oDOwSjrI/AAAAAAAAB0A/AOzOQ_Ofk6E/s400/S+D+H!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1211379332519347206?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1211379332519347206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1211379332519347206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1211379332519347206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1211379332519347206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-6am-gee-i-cant-sleep-tossed-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sg1oDOwSjrI/AAAAAAAAB0A/AOzOQ_Ofk6E/s72-c/S+D+H!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6900756774050080699</id><published>2009-05-10T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T06:49:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm impressed with myself, muhahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Not because of anything. But i made an effort to get up early today to make a heartshape sandwich for my mom. Hee. At night, i went to meet my bro to buy cake, and got a rose too! (Actually, i have no means to buy flowers, but the lady standing there seems so pity, so i decided to help her alittle [: ) Then i told my dad, it'll be his turn next month HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh gee, but i didn't do any work today. Its okay, i'll "open night car"(direct translation lol) tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ciao! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6900756774050080699?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6900756774050080699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6900756774050080699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6900756774050080699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6900756774050080699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-impressed-with-myself-muhahahaha-not.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1817116485421305137</id><published>2009-05-09T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:55:20.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long since i blogged. Half the time i was blog hopping, thinking if i should delete my blog or do sometime to it. Cause i really have no time to blog, and it'll be distraction for me. Whatever, i shall keep things as it is for now. Hmm. Many things happen these days, Cia's birthday, MIDYEAR, ups and downs. I've been confiding in my diary anyway. This year's MYE ain't going to be great. I'm guilty of studying last minute. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 desperate things in my shopping list right now. I WANNA GET A SQUASH RACKET! I'm so so going to pick up that sport after MYE. I've not been exercising ever since netball stopped, getting fatter! So i wanna learn that, and work out! It's fun and stress reliefing too! BAGUS! ;D 2nd thing is to get A WATCH! I always lost track of time, and that's terrible esp during papers, i don't even know what time is it until the invigilator says 5mins left! Then i'll be frantically trying to finish up my paper. To think of those papers, maths is the most horrid one. Always always, never fail to copy wrong question.&lt;br /&gt;Sian. AND YEAH. I'm so going to shopping!!!!!! DAWN VAL SURE AGREE WITH ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my solo day. I went Valley point to do my tuition work and mug. For i'm always distracted by tv (watch Love and Law) at home. Yup, quite a productive one, i spent 4h there. Dark mocha berry is good! ;D And i saw Helena too! It's nice catching up with her. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fronda called me and asked if mother's day today! I totally freaked out cause i haven't get anything yet! I know i'm such a bad daughter D: Luckily, wee told me mother's day is tmrw. So off i went to Great world to buy ingredients to make a delicious breakfast for mummy tmrw. I'm not sure if i can make it not, for i haven't been touching the pan since home econs 2 years ago? HAHA. I thot i was smart to take a quick bus ride to great world, and skipped the long queue by paying Nets. I was so impressed with myself until....... I RECOLLECTED THAT THERE'S A FREAKING COLD STORAGE STANDING AT VALLEY POINT ALREADY! -.= How dumb. I know val sure laugh at me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will definitely cut down on posting. So, wait long till you see the next one! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1817116485421305137?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1817116485421305137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1817116485421305137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1817116485421305137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1817116485421305137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-long-since-i-blogged_09.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2122765945626596813</id><published>2009-05-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:52:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWmsaxh9fI/AAAAAAAABz4/7BaHYHF17tk/s1600-h/SDH08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852615721743858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWmsaxh9fI/AAAAAAAABz4/7BaHYHF17tk/s400/SDH08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWmboGjE6I/AAAAAAAABzw/86--htKcMGU/s1600-h/amanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333852327241782178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWmboGjE6I/AAAAAAAABzw/86--htKcMGU/s400/amanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWjPeS0jfI/AAAAAAAABzY/mDkK5AHRXuY/s1600-h/cia+birthday02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333848819915591154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWjPeS0jfI/AAAAAAAABzY/mDkK5AHRXuY/s400/cia+birthday02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWjPB23dNI/AAAAAAAABzQ/TGH9sTT7Q-k/s1600-h/Cia+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333848812282148050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWjPB23dNI/AAAAAAAABzQ/TGH9sTT7Q-k/s400/Cia+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWl7pJvz6I/AAAAAAAABzo/wWvEpEfA4GI/s1600-h/su+and+bel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333851777767821218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWl7pJvz6I/AAAAAAAABzo/wWvEpEfA4GI/s400/su+and+bel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWl7Vnn4QI/AAAAAAAABzg/fisAqIELat0/s1600-h/cross+country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333851772524421378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWl7Vnn4QI/AAAAAAAABzg/fisAqIELat0/s400/cross+country.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2122765945626596813?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2122765945626596813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2122765945626596813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2122765945626596813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2122765945626596813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SgWmsaxh9fI/AAAAAAAABz4/7BaHYHF17tk/s72-c/SDH08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1390534285873498978</id><published>2009-04-14T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:24:54.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi . And i just came back from netball-nope it was cancelled. And it think it's our very last, for we've stepped down i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just what am i doing here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying my ass out, attacking my homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm so heavily distracted by something. D: Can't get it off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOOOOOOOOO GO AWAYYY!!! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1390534285873498978?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1390534285873498978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1390534285873498978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1390534285873498978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1390534285873498978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1955844821421508212</id><published>2009-04-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:47:24.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never fail to laugh like an idiot when i'm with Kazhua, simply cause i enjoy the feeling of being together like a big family, along with their silly acts ;D Today, is a birthday celebration for Hum/Deer/Cheong at Bugis Steamboat. They are so silly, they played the number game and force whoever to eat a huge portion of food when spot on. Cus they thought they would charge if we don't finish our food lol. But yes, i love being with Kazhua. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Cross country on Thurs, Good Friday and the weekends, which mean 3.5 whole free days! ;D BUT I SPENT IT AWAY WITH MATHS MATHS MATHS WORK D: Ok lah, along the way, got go out alittle. But yeah, when i saw my weekly log, i realised most of my hours was dedicated to MATHS MONSTER!!! WHICH IS FREAKING BAD ROAR!!! But i have like never ending work of maths-Heymaths, Whole revision topic of textbook 4B, tuition work(Paper 1,2)! CRAZZZZZZZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's goona strike 12 soon, off to wish those silly guys their Happy Birthday! And head to zZZZZZZz!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIIpEVW4YI/AAAAAAAAByg/6icqOjb2NMk/s1600-h/12april04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323827211136328066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIIpEVW4YI/AAAAAAAAByg/6icqOjb2NMk/s400/12april04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIKDFcFfMI/AAAAAAAABzA/zGMoYqLnpeo/s1600-h/12april06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323828757621210306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIKDFcFfMI/AAAAAAAABzA/zGMoYqLnpeo/s400/12april06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIJXIBd1dI/AAAAAAAAByw/ypB2YLHrQ2k/s1600-h/12april09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1955844821421508212?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1955844821421508212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1955844821421508212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1955844821421508212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1955844821421508212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-fail-to-laugh-like-idiot-when-im.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SeIIpEVW4YI/AAAAAAAAByg/6icqOjb2NMk/s72-c/12april04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4032854793369589959</id><published>2009-04-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:51:13.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's school annual Cross country, which gives me a reason(or rather an excuse) to blog HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking tired and my muscles are aching like mad (not kidding) after running like 3.7km . But i'm still strong as an ox, won't die HAHAA! ;D A silly accident happened today and it seemed like my bag decided to go for a swim and my phone/camera/wallet/cloths follow suit. Idiot still ask me if they got bronze/silver/gold award for swimming not. LOL K i should explain this in details. It happened that mybottle full of water leaked out, and my whole bag is wet (and so it's content, which is my valuables are soaked in water too. -.=) Roar!! But it's okay, i think my phone still never say die. But i also had decided not to use that phone in mean time. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so smelly and dirty . But i went to look for my parents to rescue the phone and watched Confessions of Shopholic with best and daught. IT WAS REALLY A GREAT HILARIOUS MOVIE! ;D Ahhhhhhhhh, and i want to watch 17AGAIN TOO!!!! CAN'T WAIT! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i'm super guilty for not revising anything at all since Mid year's coming. If i'm not cockeye, i think i saw manda wrote 20days more to MYE in her book. HAHA she's my lovely table partner;D Weekly study log is given to us to fill in the hours we study. However, it seemed that i'll have zero hour of study today. D: My target is &gt;3h, SO I MUST WORK HARD!!!!!! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i know it's like ages long since i last blogged. But i can't seemed to remember what are the few events these days. Probably,i would like to highlight Reindeer's birthday party! It is like Kazhua, our former 2D clique!! Oh i really missed those carefree and silly days. And that night, i really felt like last time. Amazing huh! ;D And then was my papa's birthday, quite an unexpected surprise for him. [: And niao's birthday!! ;D Jinhum's birthday coming soon too, this monday! ;D;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand i've created a livejournal acc. But i'm like an idiot to it and i think i will need help from dear dawnie hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, I can't really recall anything else and i know there's no uploading of pics. But i'll do it in time to come (which is i don't know when hahah) But i'll be back! Smiles [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4032854793369589959?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4032854793369589959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4032854793369589959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4032854793369589959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4032854793369589959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/04/todays-school-annual-cross-country.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-544189420153194625</id><published>2009-03-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:15:45.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm happy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because today's Tuesday, the last school day of the week. ;D Because there's SuperTeens workshop to attend tmrw, which said to be inspiring[: Because Poohbear adds HelloKittys to my pencil case. Because it rains in the morning. Because i get to have a good walk around town with love and love today. And the biggest biggest reason is... I MANAGED TO WATCH ANOTHER CHAPT OF BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!! Like i've said, it's super super nice. My favourite show! ;D But it's ending soon, in 3/4 more chapts. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School. Always been falling asleep during lessons. Guess my human clock is not used to it yet. But it'll get better in time to come. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's big day, 2 more days! But i'm so sad that i have to attend the workshop(and it freaking ends at 9pm for 3 consecutive days.) Celebration postponed to Sat. BUT I HAVEN'T GOT A PRESENT YET!!! AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO BUY ALRDY D: Bimbo suggested to make a toy car, which i've done it few years back. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someday, you and i .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-544189420153194625?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/544189420153194625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=544189420153194625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/544189420153194625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/544189420153194625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-3068524279201262414</id><published>2009-03-22T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T05:17:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye &lt;/span&gt;to my hols, sigh. I was kinda enjoying those few days tho. This hols is not an eventful one for me, but i find it delightful. For i get to spend quality time with my loved ones. Times like this, when i can just hibernate all the way till 4pm, compete with my bro and see who would fall asleep first(cause we used to challenge each other not to sleep at all when i was a pri sch kid lol), craze watching dramas with fronda like how we just spend 2 days to finish Starlit and many more. Taking things easy as the secondhand ticks by, I love having leisure time ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i love to, it's time to switch back to sch mode. D: SCHOOL'S STARTING TMRW, ROAR I DONT WANT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-3068524279201262414?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3068524279201262414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=3068524279201262414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3068524279201262414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3068524279201262414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/say-goodbye-to-my-hols-sigh.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5228814670214254400</id><published>2009-03-17T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:58:44.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH I WANNA BANG THE WALL.&lt;br /&gt;WHY WOULD I FORGET THERE'S TIME DIFFERENCE IN KOREA AND SG.&lt;br /&gt;I was happily waiting for time to strike 10am so i can switch to KBS and watch my BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;To realise that i was an h late, and the show ended. D:&lt;br /&gt;Right, i'll bear in mind KOREA TIME IS ALWAYS AN HOUR AHEAD OF US! I WILL RMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh i miss my favourite show. DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K HAHAA i should shut my nonsense. I'm going sch tmrw for bio lessons! Yaye not. And there's tuition with b! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently doing Heymaths, and it's driving me nuts okay. Half the time i'm flipping my textbook, cus i totally forget Sec 3 topics. SO YEAH. I should go back to work! Smiles [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Isn't he kuuuuuuuuuuuute? ;D [: xD &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb_IqdDXlUI/AAAAAAAAByA/dqzs-4CYyPE/s1600-h/BBF05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186716999292226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb_IqdDXlUI/AAAAAAAAByA/dqzs-4CYyPE/s400/BBF05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5228814670214254400?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5228814670214254400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5228814670214254400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5228814670214254400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5228814670214254400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhhhhhhhhh-i-wanna-bang-wall.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb_IqdDXlUI/AAAAAAAAByA/dqzs-4CYyPE/s72-c/BBF05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8387340717583019022</id><published>2009-03-16T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:30:58.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just need a little more faith ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO HOOKED UP TO THIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i know this is like the third time i've been watching the show from the same script of Hana Yori Dango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i have to admit i'm just a sucker for that, and it's arggghh freaking nice!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know i'm guilty for spending hours staring at my com, sorry my dear hwk/assignments/revision, i'll get back to you guys asap k! AHAHHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb4p8-RzsMI/AAAAAAAABxw/FDBjFyzPbZc/s1600-h/BBF02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313730737830342850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb4p8-RzsMI/AAAAAAAABxw/FDBjFyzPbZc/s400/BBF02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb4psv5Y6wI/AAAAAAAABxo/vtGa414Z0EY/s1600-h/BBF.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313730459091921666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb4psv5Y6wI/AAAAAAAABxo/vtGa414Z0EY/s400/BBF.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3151807643727987054-8387340717583019022?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8387340717583019022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8387340717583019022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8387340717583019022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8387340717583019022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-need-little-more-faith.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sb4p8-RzsMI/AAAAAAAABxw/FDBjFyzPbZc/s72-c/BBF02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-9148808167467700422</id><published>2009-03-13T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:18:02.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, my mum's doing her fashion shownow - asking us to decide her clothes to wear for the upcoming trip with dad, on my birthday ah, how can they do that to me! K just kidding, hope they really would have a good time together. ;D&lt;br /&gt;I've not been myself lately, no confidence, no faith, blindly doing what i'm supposed to do. I don't know what's gotten into me, that i'm behaving this way. Friends told me i've been thinking too much, but i can't help it. I've been reproaching myself because  of the SPA,( though i'm much aware there's no point crying over split milk) and now that we've received our report book. Terrible results. D: GOD, CANT I JUST CUT SOME SLACK?!&lt;br /&gt;Last day of term 1 in Queenstown, and i know i should really cherish these days. But i have a truckload of work to do which in other words meaning that i don't really have the time to make merry this week. Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was our very last Sport's day and Lover's day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrat's to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Strathemore&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and gun was complaining about the medal we've got- Lower Secondary ah. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best was laughing at me for the way i play Tug-of-war. Tsktsk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best came to my house for the first time in 2009 and we've wrapped ♥'s present. ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best and me went to watch MARLEY AND ME at cathay. OMG IT'S REALLY A SUPER SUPER GOOD MOVIE AND I'M NOT LYING. NOT THOSE MOVIE WHEN I SAY "QUITE GOOD, NOT BAD". THIS IS REALLY GOOD. Though i'm neutral towards dogs(and kinda scared of them), this movie generates my interest for dogs. For they would never judge you, and if you give them your whole heart, they would also do the same to you. Aww. Bring some tissues along to watch this movie k friends. [:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought present for idiot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprise at lover's house, but not really successful huh. D: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut cake, eat Pizza hut, watch tv, unwrap the many layers of newspaper around to reveal the present at her house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't get to take much pics, awkword g2g, but it's okay we still got Celebration Part II. ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clarkequay, enjoying the breeze with ive and wee. Talked about things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost on my way home, and my phone died on me and the uncle who gave me all the different directions home! D: Felt afraid but luckily, wee found me. ;D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home at abt 11plus, slept straight after bathing and soon, it's time for sch. zZZZZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Tomorrow's Flag day- do kindly donate some coins alright. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-9148808167467700422?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/9148808167467700422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=9148808167467700422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9148808167467700422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9148808167467700422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/geez-my-mums-fashion-show-asking-us-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6286783215706619216</id><published>2009-03-13T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T06:18:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to the cutest Pooh Bear in the world. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've finally turned 16, and in other words, we've known each other for 6 years already. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're the first one i see everyday in the morning, the only one i would be late with, and the loving' one whom would always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For these 6 years, we've been through alot, misunderstandings, quarrels, but i'm happy we're able to make it through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No words can express my love and gratitude towards you, but i just wanna let you know that i'll always be there for you like how you've always did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly believe our friendship would last till the very end no matter what, like how silly-ly we  send Xmas cards to each other without fail(as if we're distal friends and unable to see each other face to face HAHHA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, I thank god for letting me know this special friend, and making me a better person for she've had really taught me how to spell &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"True friendship"&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Xie xie ni, wo ai ni !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhXYfPeI/AAAAAAAABxA/swVg96q6OlY/s1600-h/weenee"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312634050440019426" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 300px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhXYfPeI/AAAAAAAABxA/swVg96q6OlY/s400/weenee%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhgLk8zI/AAAAAAAABxI/oGWjvZ5wrgg/s1600-h/weenee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312634052801786674" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 279px; height: 400px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhgLk8zI/AAAAAAAABxI/oGWjvZ5wrgg/s400/weenee%27s+bday02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhoZmdUI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JioZ0qwFqXU/s1600-h/weenee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312634055008089410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhoZmdUI/AAAAAAAABxQ/JioZ0qwFqXU/s400/weenee%27s+bday03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpFl5-JizI/AAAAAAAABxY/2mDjAjPeRxo/s1600-h/weenee"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312635227955890994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 400px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpFl5-JizI/AAAAAAAABxY/2mDjAjPeRxo/s400/weenee%27s+bday+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6286783215706619216?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6286783215706619216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6286783215706619216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6286783215706619216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6286783215706619216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-post-is-dedicated-to-cutest-pooh.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbpEhXYfPeI/AAAAAAAABxA/swVg96q6OlY/s72-c/weenee%27s+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-753170432359757748</id><published>2009-03-11T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:39:55.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, i'm using val's lappie, and going tuition with her in like 3o more mins time. Sigh, unlike of me going tuition, but for the sake of my results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I feel that there's this particular grey cloud hovering around my head and i just can't seemed to get it off. D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starts from my very horrible Chemistry SPA. It's.such.a.failure okay. Firstly, i'm supposed to empty the whole vial of powder into solution which i didn't, i just took a spatula(spoon) of it instead. And after much hints from the teacher, i still can't get it. And so, she assisted me.(And there goes my skill 1) Next, because of my inconfidence due to the previous mistake, i didn't dare to write down what i actually observed.(And there goes my skill2). Oh geez, i should stop saying abt all these. Right after the SPA, i just lose my control and break down. I can't really describe the feeling i had at that point of time, but i don't wish to recount abt it either. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who never fail to be there for me, and bring smiles back to my face, xie xie ni men . ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at night, i realised something which only some of my close ones know. And i can't help it. To think, what's the point of knowing people and loving them if we have to part ways just one day? What for loving someone, then having to let go? It's just how i feel last night. Just for that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ITS OBVIOUS WE ARE SO GOING TO BE LATE FOR TUITION. It's like 6.42pm now, and got to run! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow's sports days! And my lover's special day too ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-753170432359757748?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/753170432359757748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=753170432359757748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/753170432359757748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/753170432359757748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-now-im-using-vals-lappie-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-9061901302903540460</id><published>2009-03-06T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:09:57.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SO MANY PEOPLE'S BIRTHDAY FALLING ON MARCH!!&lt;br /&gt;All my ♥s, Bimbo, Brother, Chicken, Lover, Idiot,Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE BANKRUPT! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures during Bimbo's party! (And i haven't got pictures from bday girl herself lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEn5elOI/AAAAAAAABwo/Kq6JLhFBIVk/s1600-h/28feb05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289397866730722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEn5elOI/AAAAAAAABwo/Kq6JLhFBIVk/s400/28feb05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEQekhUI/AAAAAAAABwg/D4ME9fxgvlA/s1600-h/28feb03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289391579858242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEQekhUI/AAAAAAAABwg/D4ME9fxgvlA/s400/28feb03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEfOKQ4I/AAAAAAAABwY/Ck0zzTpZGoM/s1600-h/28feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289395537560450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEfOKQ4I/AAAAAAAABwY/Ck0zzTpZGoM/s400/28feb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwiLJ0QNI/AAAAAAAABww/EhpHedBTmdk/s1600-h/28feb04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289905546707154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwiLJ0QNI/AAAAAAAABww/EhpHedBTmdk/s400/28feb04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwiV2zruI/AAAAAAAABw4/jpgSMwFgPC4/s1600-h/28feb02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310289908419768034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwiV2zruI/AAAAAAAABw4/jpgSMwFgPC4/s400/28feb02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-9061901302903540460?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/9061901302903540460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=9061901302903540460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9061901302903540460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/9061901302903540460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-many-peoples-birthday-falling-on.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SbHwEn5elOI/AAAAAAAABwo/Kq6JLhFBIVk/s72-c/28feb05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-524829496934670664</id><published>2009-03-03T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:33:54.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sa0TOYXFCAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xUxSz4r1V7M/s1600-h/cardmaking07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308920673518028802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sa0TOYXFCAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xUxSz4r1V7M/s400/cardmaking07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To this one and only b in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA, someone was telling me she was still brushing her teeth when it strikes 12 huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hope you've enjoyed this special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i would like to thank god for letting me know you, bringing in smiles to my life, and light during my cloudy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And to sum up everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU ! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sealed with a made with love shirt and board(much kisses too&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sa0TOCcfXNI/AAAAAAAABwI/YGaeU6El4qg/s1600-h/VAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308920667635145938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sa0TOCcfXNI/AAAAAAAABwI/YGaeU6El4qg/s400/VAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3151807643727987054-524829496934670664?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/524829496934670664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=524829496934670664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/524829496934670664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/524829496934670664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-this-one-and-only-b-in-world-happy.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/Sa0TOYXFCAI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xUxSz4r1V7M/s72-c/cardmaking07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-937503507769988418</id><published>2009-02-27T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:31:29.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M FREAKING PISSED AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;THE FUJIFILM PEOPLE TRANSFER MY PICTURES TO THEIR COM, AND REALISE THEY CANT PRINT IT.&lt;br /&gt;Then i took my thumbdrive back, and realised they didn't transfer back my pictures.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL MY PICTURES ARE BLOODY GONE JUST LIKE THAT! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;It takes 12154845123555h to collect all the pictures tgt ler .&lt;br /&gt;What the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm ultra sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;My parents going to Beijing, to see the great wall of china eh. On. My. Freaking. Birthday. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just sucks lah D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-937503507769988418?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/937503507769988418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=937503507769988418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/937503507769988418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/937503507769988418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-freaking-pissed-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1539699088683722124</id><published>2009-02-25T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:16:48.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omgeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, i'm super eff tiredz.&lt;br /&gt;Back from Heats II , back from running 2km during pe, back from a nice lunch with best ;D&lt;br /&gt;Catched " He's not that into you" yesterday, wasn't.really.nice. though. quite a disappointment for me and best had been anticipating this movie for long .&lt;br /&gt;And you see! ANOTHER WEDNESDAY HAD PAST, SOON THE WEEKENDS WOULD GREET US! (And so is my dear bimbo's 16th party )&lt;br /&gt;And ah hao ah hao, don't be disheartened, as long as you know you did your best, there's nothing to ): about. YOU'RE THE BEST, YOU'RE THE BEST AMONG THE REST! HAHHA. REST WELL K LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-1539699088683722124?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1539699088683722124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1539699088683722124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1539699088683722124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1539699088683722124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/omgeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-im-super-eff-tiredz.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-3759473861201799204</id><published>2009-02-19T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:47:16.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your love is just a lie ,♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, it's my favourite friday again! ;D School's a mundane cycle, a rather fast and tiring one.However, friends are makes school fun and worthwhile. And now that we've got our O's timetable alrdy, (&amp;amp; what the cow, i have SS paper and Chem P2 on the same day, Geog and Combined science on the same day too). All this monsters would end by 13Nov, and how we wish to get it done and over with. Amanda's been counting down the days to O's. Oh and that brings me to another point HAHA. We've changed our seats according to our index no. and i get to sit with AMANDA! ;D Behind me, would be wee&amp;amp;cia. Hah, so it's the four of us again. But i sometimes i miss siting with my dear bimbo, awwww. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm going to have a good long sleep and wake up at night to meet Val Shaun for jogging and Spize S.D.H ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5ZypfxHLI/AAAAAAAABwA/Ri3zVud8EUs/s1600-h/Photo157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304776137756449970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5ZypfxHLI/AAAAAAAABwA/Ri3zVud8EUs/s400/Photo157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-3759473861201799204?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3759473861201799204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=3759473861201799204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3759473861201799204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3759473861201799204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-love-is-just-lie-in-blink-of-eye.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5ZypfxHLI/AAAAAAAABwA/Ri3zVud8EUs/s72-c/Photo157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4698734538618111159</id><published>2009-02-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:20:22.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 18 February 2009, my dear partner turned 16! ;D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE!♥Isn't it amazing how our friendship become even stonger over these years? Thanks for being a part of my life ever since primary sch.And now that you've always my partner, laughing and playing around during Chinese lessons and Netball. ;D We had come this far, and i know this would last forever . I love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-BNjTaI/AAAAAAAABvo/i4wXVuhQsMc/s1600-h/partner"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304773034566176162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-BNjTaI/AAAAAAAABvo/i4wXVuhQsMc/s400/partner%27s+bday02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-YPe2OI/AAAAAAAABvw/PBJ_icRPXZY/s1600-h/partner"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304773040748288226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-YPe2OI/AAAAAAAABvw/PBJ_icRPXZY/s400/partner%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-bQV0aI/AAAAAAAABv4/rNha788nt3g/s1600-h/Photo1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-bQV0aI/AAAAAAAABv4/rNha788nt3g/s1600-h/Photo1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3151807643727987054-4698734538618111159?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4698734538618111159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4698734538618111159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4698734538618111159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4698734538618111159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-18-february-2009-my-dear-partner.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SZ5W-BNjTaI/AAAAAAAABvo/i4wXVuhQsMc/s72-c/partner%27s+bday02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7215329126627456683</id><published>2009-02-12T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:18:36.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And i turn around, you're with him now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're so hard to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't remind me, I'm not over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me why I can't seem to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGEEEE, TELL ME WHY THIS SONG IS SO STUCKED IN MY HEAD. AND LIKE I WAS CRAZILY TELLING MY GIRLS I'M HAVING ILLUSIONS OF SEEING SOMEONE AND SOMEONE!!!!! xD :B /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so today's thursday! ;D TIME REALLY PAST SUPER FAST(THOUGH I KNOW I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS ALMOST IN EVERY POST, BUT IT'S FREAKINGLY TRUEE!) I can vividly remember how dreaded dreaded was i on sunday, and i felt that the weekend ended too fast, and i have to go sch again. D: Okay, sch is still like sch, lessons were boring as it is, but hanging out with lovely friendz made my day ;D [: xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It doesn't matters anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7215329126627456683?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7215329126627456683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7215329126627456683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7215329126627456683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7215329126627456683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-i-turn-around-youre-with-him-now-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6062734468296708320</id><published>2009-02-07T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:55:10.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My world revolves around studies and southzone these days . -.= Mon-Netball southzone, Tues-Lessons, trainings, Wed- Southzone, Thurs-Southzone(cause wed's postponed halfway due to rain), Fri- Support for my dear bimbo's debate, reached home at 1am. I'm proud of you bimbo, you fought well. ;D SUPER SUPER BUSY, but positive in the sense that i'm spending my time for good purposes and put my mind off some pointlesss matters. All the netball matches been draining all the energy off me, and i've been dragging myself to sch and dozing off in class. Been flunking all my physics tests since day 1 in sch, and it's totally not because i do not know how to do. It's cause i think i'm not concentrating, i can even add things up wrongly or write the wrong formulas or misread the questions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE MORE FOCUSED, KIM PEILING! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I supposed after all the time and energy consuming matches,noticeboard stuff, and others , i would be happy and hyped up again. Smiles [:&lt;br /&gt;PS: I foresee myself blogging only during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I really shouldn't be thinking of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;but i can't just let you go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SY1DtTZ3mKI/AAAAAAAABvg/ApC1TERaPcU/s1600-h/cny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299966782066890914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SY1DtTZ3mKI/AAAAAAAABvg/ApC1TERaPcU/s400/cny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6062734468296708320?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6062734468296708320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6062734468296708320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6062734468296708320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6062734468296708320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-world-revolves-around-studies-and.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SY1DtTZ3mKI/AAAAAAAABvg/ApC1TERaPcU/s72-c/cny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5523564582625707581</id><published>2009-01-31T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:25:24.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another month had past. It's the start of a new february again! ;D (lol, rmb the time when i'm in pri sch, i had difficulties spelling february. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, everyone's been saying year in Secondary 4 FLIES. So yeah, better cherish the time. ;D Visting at Dawnie's house yeste, coincidently wear similar clothes HAHA JOKE. Watched Wedding game then after, pretty good. [: Realised i keep laughing at the wrong time lolzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going poohbear's house later, yaye! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Aren't memories supposed to fade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Shake it off, let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5523564582625707581?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5523564582625707581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5523564582625707581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5523564582625707581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5523564582625707581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-month-had-past.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5709716614628086558</id><published>2009-01-27T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:07:36.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;We're never meant to be together ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy new year, happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. This is my new quote since 2009 had started. Don't ask me why, that sounds happy. SMILES;D Been irritating Poogle with that everytime i saw him, and he seemed influenced by me too hahha. Been wishing mama that too, everytime she give me money (so by any chance she would give me more money?) lol. But it didn't work out. :P Oh and she didn't give me hongbao this year, she hid it under my pillow aww. And lol, people been wishing me happy (niu) year, lol (esp to niaoren).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONG XI FA CAI! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Presented with two very orangey oranges*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, actually i didn't plan to blog. Just wanna post Without you-Hinder video only, but failed attempt so yeah. Everybody should listen to it, cause i think it's nice. Awkword agrees with me too. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K think i'm going back to sleep, sch tmrw ZZZZZZZZZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; Visiting at niaoren's and awkword's house is cool. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSS:&lt;/span&gt; I'm collecting hello kitty stamps from 7eleven, anybody got sticker please donate ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSSS&lt;/span&gt;: There's more more pictures in silly Awkword's camera, but she never ever send to us eh! Must chase her for it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SX8wbL1VROI/AAAAAAAABvY/LutLilPtdAI/s1600-h/visting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296004930402075874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SX8wbL1VROI/AAAAAAAABvY/LutLilPtdAI/s400/visting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5709716614628086558?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5709716614628086558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5709716614628086558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5709716614628086558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5709716614628086558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-happy-new-year-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SX8wbL1VROI/AAAAAAAABvY/LutLilPtdAI/s72-c/visting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7931269090233959934</id><published>2009-01-24T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:17:50.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo k.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super super bored now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do my work, cause it's been giving me headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I can't call best cause she's busy with her spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.&lt;br /&gt;I must find something to do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7931269090233959934?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7931269090233959934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7931269090233959934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7931269090233959934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7931269090233959934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-k.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6965936124146690763</id><published>2009-01-23T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:16:00.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be there for you ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PS: LOOK OUT FOR THE ALMIGHTY GORGEOUS BILLY!! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawaUGJXI/AAAAAAAABuw/vBUBKORBPqY/s1600-h/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294503362182915442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawaUGJXI/AAAAAAAABuw/vBUBKORBPqY/s400/best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawE3dTDI/AAAAAAAABuo/eoggvx9xagk/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294503356425653298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawE3dTDI/AAAAAAAABuo/eoggvx9xagk/s400/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawLYZJvI/AAAAAAAABug/WrL2g4F8LXI/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294503358174406386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawLYZJvI/AAAAAAAABug/WrL2g4F8LXI/s400/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnctbhPkGI/AAAAAAAABu4/udj8f_ECRsA/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505509990142050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnctbhPkGI/AAAAAAAABu4/udj8f_ECRsA/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnc8Ux37mI/AAAAAAAABvA/s35A3YB3W4k/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505765878885986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnc8Ux37mI/AAAAAAAABvA/s35A3YB3W4k/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXndQL4V5rI/AAAAAAAABvQ/boaPUwAZD6c/s1600-h/tclique2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506107087480498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXndQL4V5rI/AAAAAAAABvQ/boaPUwAZD6c/s400/tclique2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXndPxsocyI/AAAAAAAABvI/dFWeor5qr8U/s1600-h/tclique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294506100059042594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXndPxsocyI/AAAAAAAABvI/dFWeor5qr8U/s400/tclique.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3151807643727987054-6965936124146690763?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6965936124146690763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6965936124146690763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6965936124146690763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6965936124146690763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SXnawaUGJXI/AAAAAAAABuw/vBUBKORBPqY/s72-c/best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6158903131570664836</id><published>2009-01-23T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:44:55.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hi hi hello! It's been long since i touched this piece of technology wahahaha. So yeah. [: K i don't know where i should start blogging from, but firstly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI&lt;/span&gt;!! That's how why i have the time(now) to blog and hahaha around hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, i've confirm plus confirm plus chop my decision already, no more change! ;D Really, this is the last time i'm saying about this k.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I'M COMBINING MY SCIENCE PLUS TAKING MY HIGHER CHINESE;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know what will happen in the future, but this is my decision, the choice i make my own, without anyone's influence. It was like to be at a crossroad, to decide to just keep walking straight or turn. To build my foundation for JC or take the shortcut for better results. With just one year of learning triple sciences, i'm not sure if i would suffer in JC. But i'm pretty sure, since this is my decision, i won't regret.Now that i've lay my burden down, i can have plenty good sleeps, and work hard towards my very goal . YAYE YAYE;D And for those days when i'm in a really crazy dilema cause i really couldnt decide, i would sincerely like to thank esp best for always being around to just listen and pour all my worries away, poohbear for keep giving me great advices and her great sis[: , partner for telling me to be firm on decision which makes me determined, bimbo,manda,daught for being there even though you guys are troubled too, awkword for all the encouragement, and bc supi hum gan everybody. ;D Xie xie ni men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next, oh i really wanna say i really feel like being the oldest in the sch wahahhaha! Juniors surrounding you, telling you how bad boys bully girls, wahahha so uberly cute! ;D And meanwhile, stupid bimbo , my unwilling table partner, keep disturbing me with her "funny, so very funny", split tables with me, lame sia!!!!! GROW UP LAH HAHA! And Billy made a new friend with poohbear's Kimberly heee too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the start of southzone!! Yes, we won the first match against bartley(i couldn't really rmb the name heh) YAYEEE! I know this southzone tournament is crucial and determines the status of netball. WE'LL COMMIT, REALLY . ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For today, my very favourite friday, my very happy short day in sch, i went out with best to watch Red Clift 2.(Awkword's still very surprised i would watch such movie). BUT I TELL YOU, IT'S REALLY GOOD SUPREME AWESOME . To witness those smart war tactics, war effects, sacrifice. BAGUS! [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's roughly my days in sch, SMILES. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6158903131570664836?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6158903131570664836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6158903131570664836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6158903131570664836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6158903131570664836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-hi-hi-hello-its-been-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5327863698530795986</id><published>2009-01-17T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:15:49.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little drink drank drunk by drinking the whole glass of alcohol my bro just mixed. I support he bartending k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided i've decided i've decided.&lt;br /&gt;99999999999.9% i'm combining my science, bio and physics;D&lt;br /&gt;and 88888888888888.8% taking back my higher chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do things that i'm confided in, and work hard towards my goal! HAHAHA. My name, on the screen, you wait!!!!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i'm smiling again hee yaye [:&lt;br /&gt;And my southzone starts on monday, roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have loved you all along , forever friend .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5327863698530795986?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5327863698530795986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5327863698530795986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5327863698530795986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5327863698530795986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-feeling-little-drink-drank-drunk-by.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8878285069131252905</id><published>2009-01-14T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T06:14:46.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is really the toughest decision ever in my life k. I really feel like a total loser, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my class's given a choice to combine or continue their sciences now. All my teachers been telling me to combine my science to secure the A1 . Its like you'll still be having pure science lessons(that's for bio, im not sure of others), but you'll be having a much easy paper, which is combined, that's sure to get my A1, with less effort. Such temptations. However, the thing to worry is what happens next? Good results to good JC, but what if i couldn't cope with it eventually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro says it's important to get my pure science foundation right. So what if i get good results for combined science, i'll definitely suffer in JC. My dad told me to try my best, it doesnt matter how bad my result will be eventually, as long i did my best, as long as i'm not overstressed, everything's good. And my friends say.. my teachers say... But i know i should stop listening to everybody, and listen to my heart and make decisions on my own. But i'm really super stucked. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andthe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;most !!!!! thing is, I AM DOUBTING MYSELF, LOSER RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My o's chi is a B3. Geez, chi is one of my able subjects, yet i got a 3. A B3 for normal chi now, is likely to flunk their higher chi, based on laoshi's experience for the past years.Laoshi say i have to write letter to confirm if i'm staying or going back normal chi. I don't know if that point of time, if i really did my best. But now, i really have no idea what im capable of alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8878285069131252905?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8878285069131252905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8878285069131252905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8878285069131252905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8878285069131252905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-really-toughest-decision-ever.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2427151602959225653</id><published>2009-01-06T05:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:04:37.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Unforgettable, my dearest .&lt;br /&gt;But someday, i will, i have to&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, a week of sch had past alrdy .Well, i'm. still. not. used. to. sch. Not used to being a Secondary Four student, i still have this crazy imagination that the former sec 4's still around, and i'm just a sec3, not taking o's , not used to climb up four stairs, cause i tend to walk to walk to the wrong floor. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will, make my last year in sch, an unforgettable one. How i'm going to do it, i will think about it HAHAHA;D Not many know except bimbo, ivy,best,poohbear,hum,awkword,manda,daught plus alot more, k basically all my good friends know billy!! Hee, he's my very cute companion. Tho many say it's ugly, no it's NOT! ITS RATHER ADORABLE K. All my friends been mistreating it tho, like poohbear wanted to throw it down from fourth floor, bimbo keep making he fall, hum put him on high level so i cant reach it D: My evil friends, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup and pretty much of my days aft school..Rushing back home, to sleeep more zZZZZZZZZ!! Cause i'm always super tired when i wake up early. Or at sch to rush hols work -.= Or meetings for the sec one . Yup all this things are happening in my life, and i have to get used to it in time . Oh wells . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yes, i finally get to go out with best and daught aft so long time. Cus during the hols, my best went taiwan or cancel her dates hah. But Oh i love her! [: And i bought a dress i love alot. And then i meet fronda to watch Bedtime stories. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WE'RE GETTING BACK OUR O CHI RESULT TMRW OMGGGGGG! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SWndKw17bXI/AAAAAAAABt4/xoUtXhqGOKM/s1600-h/Photo1370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290002414302883186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SWndKw17bXI/AAAAAAAABt4/xoUtXhqGOKM/s400/Photo1370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SWndKt7fEII/AAAAAAAABtw/O1bvYYHkngc/s1600-h/myclass;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290002413520883842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SWndKt7fEII/AAAAAAAABtw/O1bvYYHkngc/s400/myclass%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2427151602959225653?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2427151602959225653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2427151602959225653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2427151602959225653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2427151602959225653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/unforgettable-my-dearest_06.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SWndKw17bXI/AAAAAAAABt4/xoUtXhqGOKM/s72-c/Photo1370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-3760064264500553179</id><published>2009-01-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:50:15.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;                                                                   I loved you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What a today, what a first day of sch it is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having to listen to all-the-teacher-speaks-the-same-thing kinda thing which can go for hours, meeting new principle when the first thing i heard him say is to tell hum to cut his hair,packed food that taste badly, climbing up fourth floor, being stressed that we should set an example to others and nonsense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be the oldest, like finally hahaha. Forget the fact abt o's we're going to have k, it's something everyone have to do, so let's just get on and work hard! ;D&lt;br /&gt;It feels good, seeing everyone and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from Amanda's blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I wanna love like i never have been hurt before"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much, too much things that happened along my journey, which made me changed. Which made me don't believe what i used to believe. Which made me not like what i used to be anymore . I want to listen to my heart, but i couldn't. Cause i know how it hurts, how it kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;Now i just wanna be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that is all that matters . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Always have, always will .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-3760064264500553179?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/3760064264500553179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=3760064264500553179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3760064264500553179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/3760064264500553179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-loved-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6855617668144697970</id><published>2009-01-01T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:24:49.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be brief, before i get my hands on the wii. (Geez, fronda been addicted to it lately and been bugging me to play with her at every chance i'm at home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;I had netball, went pretty late as usual though, can't help to get my body out of bed so early. (another warning to me again, to sleep early tonight to wake up 6.30 for sch tmrw, miserable D:) Yes, finally see Partner at trg, and one of my seniors, Pnelope, came to see us! Netball is always a happy thing for me. Had lunch with Pooh bear @gwc. Was terribly late to meet Chicken and niaoren until they came to my house to rush me hah, sorry! Watch Twillight with them, YAYE YES IM THAT TYPICAL GIRL WHO THINKS EDWARD IS SUCH HONEY SWEET! Really thanks for watching with me, tho it's the third time for chicken, and second time for niaoren, and first time for me. [: Met bimbo at cathay, then dine at Spize with S.D.H. Then to hweemin's party, then home! ;D&lt;br /&gt;31thDec, new year's eve:&lt;br /&gt;Had gathering with the girls and Jeremy. Failed trip to buy our S.D.H lunch boxes together, cause the hello kitty is too small and pricey. D: Had this crazy and sudden thought to book a hotel at town. And there they go! Park hotel beside Paragon was where we went. Had countdown @ the lobby itself. And then i got to go, with my brother after his work. Had supper at Spize . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk5rimTlI/AAAAAAAABtI/tDpSvbVqxIw/s1600-h/IMG_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286281373473459794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk5rimTlI/AAAAAAAABtI/tDpSvbVqxIw/s400/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk5_wmpPI/AAAAAAAABtQ/EOJxTaiJtK0/s1600-h/PC314824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286281378900911346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk5_wmpPI/AAAAAAAABtQ/EOJxTaiJtK0/s400/PC314824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk6PI03SI/AAAAAAAABtY/1mRZ_WbwPUk/s1600-h/PC314844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286281383029038370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk6PI03SI/AAAAAAAABtY/1mRZ_WbwPUk/s400/PC314844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6855617668144697970?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6855617668144697970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6855617668144697970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6855617668144697970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6855617668144697970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-brief-before-i-get-my-hands-on.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVyk5rimTlI/AAAAAAAABtI/tDpSvbVqxIw/s72-c/IMG_0347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5320955423742088505</id><published>2009-01-01T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:40:49.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS 2009, A FRESH NEW START OVER AGAIN .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i still can't really believe i just spent my 365days away, this being sec3 life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;2008's gone, like a roller coaster ride, much faster, with all the ups and downs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered Wee told me thar she don't dare to go in the new classroom alone hah, and that i went to sch with her nearly every morning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered the first time me,cia and ive stepped in Higherchinese class, and that we felt that's the most slack class we had this year, irony i know, that we girls just gather, joke, laugh, gossip, long trips to toilet hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I rememberd the very first term, when we had our ppr results, i was the only one in 3a to flunk bio, and then i went over to 3B at the temporary classroom and saw Dong break down cause of her results too.I didn't cry. But it was then, i finally accept that i'm in 3a, not in 2D anymore, where sec 2 life was such a playground dream to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered how lost for words i am, when Wee told me our dear friend, had moved on, to Heaven. That i saw Wee break down but i just stood there, blank. That ive asked me why i didn't just cry. I don't know. I was. Like.. Too abrupt for me to accept, i can't even believe what's happening.A lesson, i learnt in such a harsh and hard way, to treasure and cherish everyone's around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered that day when i lost my wallet, and at the same time i received a msg, accused by someone not worth anything of me, for something that i didn't even do.Trust is really important. To think of the months i spent being with you, yet you didn't know what kind of person am i. Really felt a failure, but not for me, for you. Your loss. How game over am i over you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I remembered, how it was then, i found my true friends, that would really be right there for me. Esp Kang, Ive, Wee, Val, Dawn, Cia . And Darren who scolded him, and Junji, Alvin, Jinhao and gang wanted to confront him, Xie xie ni men .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;And I still rememberd how a lamb jumped over the wall and into my dreams and left again. Sweetest dream, i say . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that it's all said and done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't believe you're the one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To build me up and tear me down like an old abandoned house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i should be moving on . So, Hello 2009! A new start over again, i'll worked harder to be a better person. Let's look forward to what's in store for us yeah! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5320955423742088505?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5320955423742088505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5320955423742088505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5320955423742088505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5320955423742088505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-2009-fresh-new-start-over-again.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2307099510892869371</id><published>2008-12-29T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T07:19:47.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watching tv at home might be great at times!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh k, that's cause i hardly have time to stay at home. OMG OMG I CANT STOP THIS EXCITEMENT!!!! I FINALLY FOUND MY LOVE SONG AND ONLY POOHBEAR WOULD KNOW HAHHAHAHA!!!! It's those commercials, and the music suddenly ring on my mind, IT WAS THE SONG I'M LOOKING FOR!!! k, so it's by Take that. Geez, it'ss on my blog song nowwww! WOOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watch the world comes alive tonight,&lt;br /&gt;stay close to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, i'm treasuring those few days before the bomb of sch days explode in like less than 100 hours? AHHHHHHHHHHHH I DONT WAN TO WAKE UP AT 6.30 EVERY WEEKDAY! K, ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WAN, IS I'M ALRDY HAVING DIFFICULTIES WAKING UP EVEN IN THE NOON!( Heh, my human clock seems to lag. And i'm used to wake up at like every 2pm, bad habbit i should change, i knowwww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, to elaborate on how i spent my days before i last blogged would be- Study trip with P.B, but we end up laughing&amp;amp;crapping and the time flies super fast, town, watching Gossip girls (the guy is super hotzxzxzxz!!), playing the wii with fronda, Gwc with niaoren ;DDD Not very elaboratey elaborate still huh? Its okay then. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in a woohoo mood tonight, tho i can't really figure why. Perhaps it's what niaoren told me that, i should focus on my studies&amp;amp; what im having now (which no doubt makes me feel right of my decision made), perhaps it's the silly msg chicken sent me hahaha(love stars cause there's many tonight, AND THAT I CANT SPOT ANY ONE AT ALL IN THE SKY), perhaps partner just told me about netball trg(which i can see her tmrw finally HAHAA). And perhaps, the most important thing, &lt;em&gt;i am looking forward to whatever's gonna happened in 2009, really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVjqgfU4yZI/AAAAAAAABtA/VmfyPgZCDKU/s1600-h/holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285232006605097362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVjqgfU4yZI/AAAAAAAABtA/VmfyPgZCDKU/s400/holidays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2307099510892869371?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2307099510892869371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2307099510892869371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2307099510892869371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2307099510892869371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/watching-tv-at-home-might-be-great-at.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVjqgfU4yZI/AAAAAAAABtA/VmfyPgZCDKU/s72-c/holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6381010275561419996</id><published>2008-12-26T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:59:07.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo, finally received val's cardie!! That's my pri sch best friend;D Yup, weenee told me she received the card few days ago alrdy, so i've been checking my mailbox to look for hers. And yes, i got it today! [: Felt kinda sentimental i dont know why hah. She said i used to be sunflowerish,and brighten up her day hahahaa what a description. She said if she's still in my sch and not transferred to GESS and that me her wee dong are still great friends. WE ARE STILL NOW ALRIGHT. AND IM STILL HAPPY AND ALL;D&lt;br /&gt;Backed from Malaysia, it was a really short trip cause i'm super tiredzxzx! Will explain in later. I got sandals again and 1st season for Gossip Girls. ( HAHAA THINK OF KANGYING, SHE SURE WAN TO WATCH TOO!) And before that, went to Isetan Private Sales, that was crazy k. So many many people, argh i hate crowds.&lt;br /&gt;K to the reason why im super ultra tired!!! I DIDNT GET TO SLEEP OKAY! CHRISTMAS YESTERDAY WAS A SUPER BUSY YET LOVELY DAY! I head to town to shop for last min. presents for beloved valdawn. Had dinner outside . Head home again to have turkey, ham, salad again! Catch up with my bros as we played the wii tgt hahaha. I'm good at tennis okay! Hurry wrapped the presents and meet dawn to val's place. I had turkey, ham and salad again. And volka, and icecream! ;D  So, i have dinner x3 in total huh. And so i didn't eat much. It was a lovely gathering! Like telling Shaun please don't pull my hair/scare me/poke me like what he's doing this year hahaha(but i think he wouldn't change hah!)&amp;amp; not influence Pink socks to call me CAL, watching how cute char play the dance, and all the catch up going on, saying about next year. Oh and the exchange of presents. Hee, i love to unwrap presents! Thankyou sweets, for those present and cards i really love!! ;DDD Watched a really nice movie called She's the man (I think!), challenged Pink socks to hula hoop, heart to heart talks with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;Head home at 4am and i forgot to bring my keys. Was surprised that my mama opened the door, cause i was expecting my bro as i called him earlier to open the door for me. Sorry mum, to make you wait!  Aft i bathe and everything, its 5am. 2h later before i can even fall asleep, i need to wake up and prepare for trip today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a few more days to 2009. I don't know how should i be feeling now. Excited that another new year is coming? Or be worried about what i'm going to face next year? I guess i'm not gonna think too much, and just charge forward forward forward!! Thinking about the past, i think i had really grown up hah. From sec1, believing that love would last forever, till now that i'm quite certain i wouldn't find the right one at of current this age. (Bimbo would totally agree on this) I will move on, and time would do the trick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVTnODrFytI/AAAAAAAABsw/EBPV5a2j-qE/s1600-h/DSC04236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284102491502660306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVTnODrFytI/AAAAAAAABsw/EBPV5a2j-qE/s320/DSC04236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-6381010275561419996?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6381010275561419996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6381010275561419996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6381010275561419996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6381010275561419996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-finally-received-vals-cardie.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVTnODrFytI/AAAAAAAABsw/EBPV5a2j-qE/s72-c/DSC04236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5990651203379496236</id><published>2008-12-24T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:11:57.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Stay close to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;stay close to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAD A WONDERFUL XMAS EVE WITH CAKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Geez, i'm really very bery tired now. Shall do this briefly, and head to bed right away. zzZZZZZZZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh wait,past 12 already,&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KLISTMASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYONE!! ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Right, so today meet S.B.R.C people @ bugis. Was planning to have steamboat tgt at beach road, but couldn't find it. Past by this THE MIND CAFE, it stood out from the other shops cause it's filled with laughter&amp;amp;screams hahhaha. So we decided to check it out! It's a cafe which provides us with great food and board games to play with! There's this game call Ugly something i cant rmb hahaha! We're supposed to open the cards one by one, and once there's three monster of the same, we must hurry snatch it! If both people got the card at the same time, must say "Ugly ugly ugly" 3 times first to get the cards! The one with most cards wins! Hahah.Poohbear's reaction slowest ah! And many more games to play like UNO, MONOPOLY, STACKO, OLD MAID ALOT MORE LAH!! An unexpected lunch/dinner we had, but it was reallly great! And we exchanged our cup presents! Hee, i got Awkword's pressie;D The lil surprise inside was really sweet. [: End with my fav. brownie and the other cakers head home and me&amp;amp;poohbear to continue the journey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;We stopped at Boatquay and walked all the way to Esplanade. Found really nice places we can go visit again some day! ;D Along the way, we saw some local gigs performing. OMG ITS REALLY GOOOD! I'm not really sure of the tittle, but the chorus part was Stay close to me.. And i still can't find the song online here, CRYS! DDDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head to town. WRONG DECISION TO MAKE K. Crowded like human traffic jam. IT'S LIKE PEOPLE PUSHING HERE AND THERE, HEAVY GUARDED POLICE, XMAS TREES TOO KID, DONO WHERE THE COUNTDOWN IS.... And then we headed home sweet homee! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283590616039179522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVMVq--aRQI/AAAAAAAABsg/7fg972oQUpw/s320/Xmas+eve02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiCKL_8II/AAAAAAAABrw/Yz-GH3ZkMLw/s1600-h/Xmas+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393102092955778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiCKL_8II/AAAAAAAABrw/Yz-GH3ZkMLw/s320/Xmas+eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiCdDCPlI/AAAAAAAABsA/wfLRXFnn9x8/s1600-h/Xmas+eve04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393107155631698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiCdDCPlI/AAAAAAAABsA/wfLRXFnn9x8/s320/Xmas+eve04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiSelmnAI/AAAAAAAABsI/7gRCLvABkM8/s1600-h/Xmas+eve+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393382446963714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiSelmnAI/AAAAAAAABsI/7gRCLvABkM8/s320/Xmas+eve+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiTBNRYsI/AAAAAAAABsY/4XQZwAzXyTk/s1600-h/Xmas+eve06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393391740150466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiTBNRYsI/AAAAAAAABsY/4XQZwAzXyTk/s320/Xmas+eve06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiTKK03rI/AAAAAAAABsQ/vGt682ff1-g/s1600-h/Xmaseve09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283393394145812146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVJiTKK03rI/AAAAAAAABsQ/vGt682ff1-g/s320/Xmaseve09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVMVrOQ97lI/AAAAAAAABso/Ve9Wbp-fnHo/s1600-h/Xmas+eve+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283590620143545938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVMVrOQ97lI/AAAAAAAABso/Ve9Wbp-fnHo/s320/Xmas+eve+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5990651203379496236?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5990651203379496236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5990651203379496236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5990651203379496236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5990651203379496236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-close-to-me-stay-close-to-me.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVMVq--aRQI/AAAAAAAABsg/7fg972oQUpw/s72-c/Xmas+eve02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6469665587561196637</id><published>2008-12-23T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:50:07.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My papa, mama, 3 brothers, sister-in-law, and 2nd bro's girlfriend, i love them the most most most&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCp8Md5TpI/AAAAAAAABrg/LDeTfU49YEo/s1600-h/bro"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282909214509452946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCp8Md5TpI/AAAAAAAABrg/LDeTfU49YEo/s320/bro%27s+wedd%3BDD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCp8Oo6ZgI/AAAAAAAABrY/m44iQpTJHp8/s1600-h/bro"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282909215092532738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCp8Oo6ZgI/AAAAAAAABrY/m44iQpTJHp8/s320/bro%27s+wedd%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;K i just received the photo's taken at my bro's wedding;D There's video of the tea ceremony and how my bro was sabotaged of alot things(like sucking ice, wear bikini,drink curry sauce!! hahaha) in order to get his bride, but of course wouldn't post here. Getting married is just a beautiful thing;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, so today i had netball! Not bad, i could wakee up! Suzhen gave me morning call to my house again ahh! Took 51 and as i alight, i saw 145 bus. I don't know what makes me feel down, i really don't know. But i was ): , listening to music as i walked to sch then i heard coach yelling out at me outside indoor hall. Hahaha. He opened the side door for me, and hit my head saying why i'm always late.(Well, i tried to, better late than not turning up at all hee xD) It was then i'm hyped up again as i saw alll my netballers!!! So long didn't see them alrdy, esp my loved Suzhen and ching and everyone! First time playing match in the indoor hall, wasn't that used to tho [: Feeling pretty (: that i did exercised, run many many at the court, and didn't lose grip of netball. ;D Had lunch with reindeer,niaoren,chicken,rica together as they are having their band break too;D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Head to Bugis by myself. I was quite impressed too that i didn't called for any company at all. Bought lovely letters for my lovely friends to send again, and a book. Went to National library with attempts to do work, but just like what syah predicted earlier, A FAILED PRODUCTIVE DAY INDEED. Hahaha, the cosy sofa and aircon make me feel iwannagohomeandsleep! So yeah, here i am. Going to zZZZZZZZZZZZ now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On my way home. I was thinking... If only i'm just a pri6 kid. When i got tired of playing catching, i can just cross my fingers and say quit! Quit the game and stop chasing, how easy. How much i wished i could. Quit from all the ): i felt and get over with. I wanna quit this game, no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It was a time when everyone could was escaping. Perhaps simply because he no longer had anything to escape from, going back was not a problem" - Mosquito roma tearne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's about a writer whom gave up his sucessful career at London and returns to his native Sri Lanka where all the civil war's happening. And then he found this girl, Nulani... K that's where i stopped reading cause i really wanna sleep. I will continue from there, cause it's a really great story i say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCwzyr_WhI/AAAAAAAABro/n1FiO9cpsjI/s1600-h/xmascards!!02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282916766731688466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCwzyr_WhI/AAAAAAAABro/n1FiO9cpsjI/s400/xmascards!!02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3151807643727987054-6469665587561196637?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/6469665587561196637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=6469665587561196637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6469665587561196637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/6469665587561196637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-papa-mama-3-brothers-sister-in-law.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SVCp8Md5TpI/AAAAAAAABrg/LDeTfU49YEo/s72-c/bro%27s+wedd%3BDD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4651693004155177268</id><published>2008-12-22T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:09:04.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Somewhere my heart is burning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to let you go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTEYESTERDAYYESTERDAY:Met niaoren, chicken, rica at Vivo. EVERYWHERE SALES LER, MY FAV. PULL AND BEAR TOOO!!! THEN GO SAFRA PLAY POOL! Along the way, laugh like crazy. ;DDD HAMTARO DANCEEEEEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAYYESTERDAY: Met S.B.R.C ians hahahha! At bugis, actually planned for everyone to wear green or red to have xmas xmas feeling. In the end.... Awkword come wear black tsk!! Had donuts then haji lane. Nice place there is to take pictures ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY:Spent the day sleeping!! Met weeneee the pooh at towwn. Town many people squeeze people so crowded!!! Many festive celebrations going on, carolling. What a nice xmas feeling that is;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:Oh i just post cards weee!! Mr postman please send my cards safely hee[: Went tiong x2 times you know! First is to collect honey bake cheese ham with fronda. And then and then my mama called, and we have to join again to shop for materials for xmas dinner. Happily watch little nyonya, 2h 2h 2h!! Failed attempt to write book review when niaoren called!!!! I can gladly put the blame on him[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i''m blogging, i'm talking to this rubbish bird lol. And he ask me why i have to read out what i blogged over the phone. CAUSE I CANT MULTITASK CAN LOLZX! Tmrw got netball, i'm not sure if i can wake up early notzxzx! (niaoren say i'll be the referee again!!) AH HAHHAHAHA!! Then i told him kangying zou liao, then he say HUH GO WHERE? HAHAHA CANGYING FLY TO TAIWAN!! And stupid niaoren don't believe. (He says what a joke!) -.= Okayokay. Should stop typing whatever crap lolzxzxzx.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SU_JMXPP_fI/AAAAAAAABrQ/N1cPSRm6dQM/s1600-h/xmascards!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662102162472434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SU_JMXPP_fI/AAAAAAAABrQ/N1cPSRm6dQM/s400/xmascards!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SU_I-g4iwxI/AAAAAAAABrA/f33rgb9jOyA/s1600-h/xmascard!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282661864233419538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SU_I-g4iwxI/AAAAAAAABrA/f33rgb9jOyA/s320/xmascard!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4651693004155177268?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4651693004155177268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4651693004155177268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4651693004155177268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4651693004155177268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesteyesterdayyesterdaymet-niaoren.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SU_JMXPP_fI/AAAAAAAABrQ/N1cPSRm6dQM/s72-c/xmascards!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4324988245768885949</id><published>2008-12-18T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:44:42.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUqbwQ6zTBI/AAAAAAAABq4/0PxaJP0mQv4/s1600-h/owl;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281204766522952722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUqbwQ6zTBI/AAAAAAAABq4/0PxaJP0mQv4/s320/owl%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 3.40am now. Okay, i can't sleep yeah! Though i ate the medicine the doctor gave this morning which said to cause drowsiness... Still, CANT FALL ASLEEPZXZX. Was writing xmas cards to the ones i love, yup. Been doing this for afew nights already tho. Not cause i'm a slow writer or anything k. It's because this time, for everyone i wrote to, i feel for them.(the way they had a part in my life;D) Quite a self reflect for myself too heh. Looking at the positive side. I realised, this year's been quite nice to me too.I met amazing friends;D If it wasn't for being in 3A this year, i would never be such great friends with Dawn&amp;amp;val. If it wasn't for joining higher chinese this year, i would never have go crazy and hahahaha with Louise&amp;amp;amanda. If it wasn't for being close with Dongshuen this year, i would never know the silly Lixian. If it wasn't for this year 's bus rides to school almost everyday, i would never be greeted by the smile of Weenee every morning or look at how she dozed off on bus sometimes(shh!) or tell her "omgzxzx, i didn't do this that work how?!?!" &amp;amp; get all rushed about it.If it wasn't for going Wilson's chalet this year, i wouldn't been snatching his psp to play Fallen angel eh. Hahaha, were'nt those happy moments too? ;DDD And also, i'm feeling glad that we didn't broke connections with 2D despite being in different classes. Like Kangying&amp;amp;Ivena, i'm still as effing close to them! Like justin chew would still be concerning about what's happening around my life, and thanks for playing When i'm gone,most of the times when i stepped in his class. I'm over that song alrdy k lol! Like junji whom i would still be talking to almost everyday hee. Like alvin whom never fail to make me laugh like i wanna roll on the floor(really!) with his perfect english hahaha.Thanks for the mirror&amp;amp;guitar necklace from Korea eh,&amp;amp; threatening not to give me lol! And many many people, that i owe a big thankyou to! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, i watched Yes man with fronda today. Wasn't that great afterall. Some parts were funny, but the rest were rather boring. (to me) Like the part when he have to say yes to everything including yes to the old lady who wanted to have sexual relieve.(okay, it's either you go watch it and understand, or don't imagine it!) Met niaoren, chicken, rica poka @ great world again. Wahlao stupid niaorenzxzx. My heart really drop when i heard you failed. But in the end, i was cheated huh! Still, feeling happy for you, my schmate next year yaye;D Saw the sch book for this year thanks to him too hee. But wahlao! They spell my name wrongly- Lim Peiling. -.= Thanks to mrs lim ah, thanks. I want to get mine soon too wee!!! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; on top of everything, i m i s s y o u .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4324988245768885949?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4324988245768885949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4324988245768885949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4324988245768885949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4324988245768885949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-check-3am-now.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUqbwQ6zTBI/AAAAAAAABq4/0PxaJP0mQv4/s72-c/owl%3BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1742049523453888691</id><published>2008-12-16T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:49:46.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Met ive and wee yesterday. Tho we didn't did much, just settling down at Starbucks. We had a great talk together, and that's what are friends for. Tc ive, over at Indo;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Met dawnie today, but bimbo wasn't here cus she's over at Batam huh! Miss miss SDH together! Shopped from ps to wisma, and got ourselves necklaces from F21. (B.C love bling bling!) Best thing of today is that i get to pour all my thunder and lightnings over and shared things with each other. I had another heartattack today seeing, and only you know, thanks sweet. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Guess i've been spending my hols going going out. Lucky to have all these great friends, really. All of them, that would be there for me when i need. I need time on my own now, to really be firm on my decision, though i know it's freaking hard doing so cause my heart always go the opp. way. I would get better in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;o endlessly it seem i can never get over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUfCR0jKjAI/AAAAAAAABn0/D6HVznJOIao/s1600-h/Dawnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280402699534896130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUfCR0jKjAI/AAAAAAAABn0/D6HVznJOIao/s320/Dawnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/3151807643727987054-1742049523453888691?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1742049523453888691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1742049523453888691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1742049523453888691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1742049523453888691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/met-ive-and-wee-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUfCR0jKjAI/AAAAAAAABn0/D6HVznJOIao/s72-c/Dawnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-18042086387901779</id><published>2008-12-13T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:52:52.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPznfIv_vI/AAAAAAAABns/Jz9Efxo1ohg/s1600-h/LOVE02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279331047907000050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPznfIv_vI/AAAAAAAABns/Jz9Efxo1ohg/s320/LOVE02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture, i'm fond of especially.&lt;br /&gt;Not because we gave Ive's present to her that day. Not because it's after school that day.&lt;br /&gt;But it's because i remembered, i was the happiest that period for this year. Cause this year to me, is a really tough one, but i went through it fortunately[: To cope with triple science(&amp;amp; seriously, science is not what i like), getting used to class without kazhuas, and getting over him. Luckily, i met good friends along the way like val&amp;amp;dawn, had a closer bond with Best despite us being in different classes, formed S.B.R.C, S.D.H, XOXO. Yup, that period's during Aces dance, when my class get together, when i'm used to being in my class on the positive side, when i love..&lt;br /&gt;Time's such a killer. Rob away all my favourite pasttimes with 2D(as we skipped classes, pretended we didn't bring our books and walk out of the classroom together as kazhuas), and that people changed as time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know i have to move on, as much as i'm reluctant to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;It hurts, really .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-18042086387901779?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/18042086387901779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=18042086387901779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/18042086387901779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/18042086387901779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-below-im-fond-of-especially.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPznfIv_vI/AAAAAAAABns/Jz9Efxo1ohg/s72-c/LOVE02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7393077379427856762</id><published>2008-12-13T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:37:15.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had primary sch gathering today;D Pretty much of talking about the past, &amp;amp; yeah how much we changed hahaha. Exchanging ez-lind cards, saying " you never expect you're friends with the person in the picture bah"/ Talked about each other's life in sec sch and hahaha i remember this one, "candy dreams" lolzx./ Qf even say what he's not surprised if he see my nick change to "level 5" huh!(Inside jokes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, it was great catching up with those bunch of people i hang out in the past. Except val's not here.(She's at hk) D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched all the way to the ending of Miss no good hahaha. It was quite a short story tho, 14 chapters only. Just for laughs[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPKTRnEw9I/AAAAAAAABnk/m7zH2qfAMgw/s1600-h/Prisch;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285620701971410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPKTRnEw9I/AAAAAAAABnk/m7zH2qfAMgw/s320/Prisch%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7393077379427856762?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7393077379427856762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7393077379427856762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7393077379427856762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7393077379427856762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-primary-sch-gathering-todayd-pretty.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUPKTRnEw9I/AAAAAAAABnk/m7zH2qfAMgw/s72-c/Prisch%3BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4448362582292037873</id><published>2008-12-12T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:39:08.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been lazy to blog these days, so let the pictures say yeah;D&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: Went to Best's house to do fronda's present;D&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:Fronda's birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;THURSAY:Went penisular&amp;amp;vivo with Ive,Cia,Chicken,Niaoren.&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: Study trip with class people;D But end up, camwhoring hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending my hols doing things i like:Going out, watch tv, late night conferencing, online... Better treasure these days, cause i doubt i can spend time as i like next year. (Roar!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDpccgZI/AAAAAAAABm0/DstTRFSh-fc/s1600-h/Amanda+Alicia05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908219733606802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDpccgZI/AAAAAAAABm0/DstTRFSh-fc/s320/Amanda%2BAlicia05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDbrhC5I/AAAAAAAABmk/FMmVcM-6Roc/s1600-h/Amanda+Alicia02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908216038722450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDbrhC5I/AAAAAAAABmk/FMmVcM-6Roc/s320/Amanda%2BAlicia02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDo1U0RI/AAAAAAAABms/vKYK2ZzqSTU/s1600-h/Amanda+Alicia04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908219569525010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDo1U0RI/AAAAAAAABms/vKYK2ZzqSTU/s320/Amanda%2BAlicia04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDNzLL0I/AAAAAAAABmc/4CZ170_gfFs/s1600-h/Amanda+Alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908212312747842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDNzLL0I/AAAAAAAABmc/4CZ170_gfFs/s320/Amanda%2BAlicia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzoZcu1OI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gx4pjIJRxzA/s1600-h/KAZHUA09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908851095000290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzoZcu1OI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gx4pjIJRxzA/s320/KAZHUA09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KAZHUA&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzoMRmwrI/AAAAAAAABnE/5Ze-YD267EM/s1600-h/LOVe03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278908847558673074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzoMRmwrI/AAAAAAAABnE/5Ze-YD267EM/s320/LOVe03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJ0JyNnsEI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZrSktexWYWQ/s1600-h/IVENA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278909424678187074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJ0JyNnsEI/AAAAAAAABnU/ZrSktexWYWQ/s320/IVENA%27S+CAM+1124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleepover, retarded&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4448362582292037873?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4448362582292037873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4448362582292037873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4448362582292037873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4448362582292037873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-lazy-to-blog-these-days-so-let.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SUJzDpccgZI/AAAAAAAABm0/DstTRFSh-fc/s72-c/Amanda%2BAlicia05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2352215289464804458</id><published>2008-12-08T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:14:59.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAA, HAPPY HARI RAYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks daught for accompany me all the way at town to search for fronda's present.Geez, there's so many people at town today and me cia were crazy going all over town to search for a present. Unfortunately, i didn't get anything much. Just a small purse and decorated the book as part of her present. Guess i'm going to let her pick one when i bring her out for movies on her bday. And maybe we can buy same shirt or stuff together as memories. ;D Thanks niaoren for meeting us at tiong and the comb and the drink eh! Have fun at your chalet [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup, Awkword and B.C is going overseas soon. Missing you guys much much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And if i'm not wrong, Bimbo and Poohbear's coming back! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;Over again, over again, over again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ST0ppf1L3YI/AAAAAAAABmU/_gKfExSR3cc/s1600-h/Daught;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277420131244039554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ST0ppf1L3YI/AAAAAAAABmU/_gKfExSR3cc/s320/Daught%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2352215289464804458?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2352215289464804458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2352215289464804458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2352215289464804458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2352215289464804458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaa-happy-hari-raya-thanks-daught-for.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/ST0ppf1L3YI/AAAAAAAABmU/_gKfExSR3cc/s72-c/Daught%3BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2220032936321033680</id><published>2008-12-05T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:35:58.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, i'm super super tiredzxzxzx, and i miss home sweet home! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, this post shall be short and sweet, cause my bed&amp;amp; blanket is calling for me already! HAHAA! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday's XOXO gathering! We went Safra for pool/xiany house/queensway to make my contacts. Yup, it's been long since i see Partner&amp;amp;Xiany, so that day we had fun catching up. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday's study trip with Best&amp;amp;Retarded.But didn't accomplish much cause when i reach library, not long after, we went for lunch, then crapped around then HAHAHA forget about work. Had sleepover at Ive's house, all the laughter and talks heh. (To ive: You promised about uploading pictures hor lol! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday's sentosa trip with KAZHUA♥♥♥♥♥♥! And collected S.B.R.C shirts already yaye! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Note to myself: Stop myself from going out and spend time at home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH NO, HUGE WARNING! 5 MORE DAYS TO FRONDA'S BIRTHDAY, AND I HAVEN PREPARED ANYTHINGGGGGGGG YET!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIPxr6MHI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rr-6I50sixU/s1600-h/S.B.R.C+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327874313990258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIPxr6MHI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rr-6I50sixU/s320/S.B.R.C+shirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIr-oKm5I/AAAAAAAABl8/C_b_GqXwcQk/s1600-h/XOXO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328358824287122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIr-oKm5I/AAAAAAAABl8/C_b_GqXwcQk/s320/XOXO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIs4mTLzI/AAAAAAAABmM/dco5IF_SeKU/s1600-h/LOVE;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328374385717042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIs4mTLzI/AAAAAAAABmM/dco5IF_SeKU/s320/LOVE%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIsQN5AhI/AAAAAAAABmE/-6AijcN7fT4/s1600-h/KAZHUA!+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276328363545920018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIsQN5AhI/AAAAAAAABmE/-6AijcN7fT4/s320/KAZHUA!+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQ3dFeWI/AAAAAAAABls/m7yVlYDbF3c/s1600-h/KAZHUA!04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327893042297186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQ3dFeWI/AAAAAAAABls/m7yVlYDbF3c/s320/KAZHUA!04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQoJ44XI/AAAAAAAABlk/vNPvuyDbya4/s1600-h/KAZHUA!02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327888935248242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQoJ44XI/AAAAAAAABlk/vNPvuyDbya4/s320/KAZHUA!02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIRtLlelI/AAAAAAAABl0/a1U1SMPgytg/s1600-h/KAZHUA!07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327907464411730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIRtLlelI/AAAAAAAABl0/a1U1SMPgytg/s320/KAZHUA!07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQJVYRaI/AAAAAAAABlc/k_51BI2_pmI/s1600-h/KAZHUA!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276327880661943714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIQJVYRaI/AAAAAAAABlc/k_51BI2_pmI/s320/KAZHUA!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2220032936321033680?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2220032936321033680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2220032936321033680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2220032936321033680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2220032936321033680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/geez-im-super-super-tiredzxzxzx-and-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STlIPxr6MHI/AAAAAAAABlU/Rr-6I50sixU/s72-c/S.B.R.C+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8092599562955281702</id><published>2008-12-02T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:01:40.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met S.B.R.C, and went little india to buy bangles yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Met chicken and niaoren yeste night @ Marina then reindeer's house downstairs .&lt;br /&gt;Met 3years good friends and niaoren to Novena and dine in Ri ben cun, jap food then town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to elaborate, so let the pictures say. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Courage is all i need, c'mon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9fF82zsI/AAAAAAAABlE/hmUMqvkiHXY/s1600-h/little+india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190142917070530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9fF82zsI/AAAAAAAABlE/hmUMqvkiHXY/s320/little+india.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU93vD6MKI/AAAAAAAABlM/2oKhzhjVEcQ/s1600-h/little+india+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190566269366434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU93vD6MKI/AAAAAAAABlM/2oKhzhjVEcQ/s320/little+india+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9eriRjMI/AAAAAAAABkk/O9KG2Szmzxs/s1600-h/ri+ben+cun02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190135826255042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9eriRjMI/AAAAAAAABkk/O9KG2Szmzxs/s320/ri+ben+cun02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9e6NLsaI/AAAAAAAABks/lJ5hJhfED2Q/s1600-h/ri+ben+cun+04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190139764322722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9e6NLsaI/AAAAAAAABks/lJ5hJhfED2Q/s320/ri+ben+cun+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9e7vWR0I/AAAAAAAABk0/kCNgWC3WEuA/s1600-h/ri+ben+cun+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190140176058178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9e7vWR0I/AAAAAAAABk0/kCNgWC3WEuA/s320/ri+ben+cun+05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9fD_7BOI/AAAAAAAABk8/VGLoe0pwi94/s1600-h/ri+ben+cun+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275190142393058530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9fD_7BOI/AAAAAAAABk8/VGLoe0pwi94/s320/ri+ben+cun+06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8092599562955281702?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8092599562955281702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8092599562955281702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8092599562955281702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8092599562955281702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/12/met-s.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STU9fF82zsI/AAAAAAAABlE/hmUMqvkiHXY/s72-c/little+india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2149091719518047104</id><published>2008-11-30T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:20:26.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built a stronger bond with brother last night. We can talk about everything under the sun, okay under the moon since it's night, and it goes on and on until 3am when mama said we should sleep! HAHA. He's even more talkative than girls lah! We played songs from my chemical romance/disturbed to songs of spongebob squarepants hah. He said he know a secret of mine.. and i was so curious cause i hardly keep secrets myself until he told me that... I'm afraid of being along at home, even during broad daylight. HAHAA. He add on that it was Fronda who told him hah, when i didn't tell her about that. But yeah, quite true of that. It was then i realised i hardly hardly stay at home, cause i've been out with friends almost everyday, really. What happen to my plans of staying at home to pack my books and accompany fronda watch her silly anime lolzx. Okay, i better do it soon. AND FRONDA'S BIRTHDAY COMINGGGG!!!! MUST PLAN A VERY VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! I don't know what will i do without her, seriously. She's been with us for 21 years already, even before i was born okay!! EH BACK TO THE TOPIC. My brother asked me if i'm interested to share with him to buy his bartending materials-special cups, alcohol, juice.. Hmm. Maybe should get for him during xmas, then he can make cocktails for me, i drink. xD Then i ask him to share with me for guitar cause he learnt how to play before. And he refused! Idiot ah. But i still love my brother. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Wahlao spent 7bucks on this stupid yogurt at tiong with bro. And make me suffer from stomachache, it almost ruin my plans to meet Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Bimbo &amp;amp; shuan at vivo, hee! She's back from camp, all tanned huh. But she's leaving on tues again to korea japan, sad will miss her manzxD: Shopping, we bought water bottle for the S.D.H of us heh. Then settle down at Bens&amp;amp;Jerry to talk. Thankyou bimbo, i will be all good and send you email alright! HAHAA;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I know i've been making excuses, been not willing to face the facts,been avoiding, to make myself feel better. But actually, it doesn't gets me anywhere. I will, i will pick up my courage and go all the way for it. I will, defintely ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood pictures with my brother[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0PuMBa5I/AAAAAAAABkM/T26F0LZWJHU/s1600-h/my+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274476295793765266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0PuMBa5I/AAAAAAAABkM/T26F0LZWJHU/s320/my+brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0QQ1EcNI/AAAAAAAABkc/HsSY-DBsLCQ/s1600-h/mybrother02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274476305092735186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0QQ1EcNI/AAAAAAAABkc/HsSY-DBsLCQ/s320/mybrother02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0P527A3I/AAAAAAAABkU/9rVykEN8-eU/s1600-h/mybrother03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274476298926490482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0P527A3I/AAAAAAAABkU/9rVykEN8-eU/s320/mybrother03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3151807643727987054-2149091719518047104?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2149091719518047104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2149091719518047104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2149091719518047104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2149091719518047104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/STK0PuMBa5I/AAAAAAAABkM/T26F0LZWJHU/s72-c/my+brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8702292386485463425</id><published>2008-11-28T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:19:52.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to this extend, hah. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i went shopping with mama and had a good meal with her yeste.&lt;br /&gt;Because i met up with Pooh bear yeste and catch up alooooot. (She and her jokes! )&lt;br /&gt;Because i had lunch with S.B.R.C today and crapped with Awkword hah. (Stepped on Amanda's slippers! )&lt;br /&gt;Because the eight of us is having our S.B.R.C shirts soon!&lt;br /&gt;Because both Bimbo and B.C are back from their camp and genting trips respectively. (S.D.H get-together yaye!)&lt;br /&gt;Because we're finally crashing Awkword's house tomorrowwwwwwwwwwW!&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm eatting Chocolates heh.&lt;br /&gt;Because i'm going my brother's place stayover. (Wii&amp;amp; PS3, here i come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i want to pick up a new interest. I've been thinking of what i love to do. Yup, the usuals- Shopping, get together, movies, talks, baking, picures... But i want something that can make me motivated, that i really love to pursue further. Drums, my favourite instrument, but i seldom go jamming now and having the whole drum set at home is space-consuming and i think my family won't love to have some crazy noise pollution. Was inspired by that guitarist i saw at Youtube playing Fall for you. Wow, i would love to learn to play that! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8702292386485463425?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8702292386485463425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8702292386485463425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8702292386485463425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8702292386485463425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-happy-to-this-extend-hah.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-8202863193331685309</id><published>2008-11-26T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T02:20:04.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Broken hearts and last goodbyes, restless nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But lullabies helps to make this pain go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yaye manzx, Best's back already. Awkword should be back tonight? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's one of the days i stayed at home. Pri sch gathering postponed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Marathon on watching Cruel Love, talking on the phone,facing computer. But i just fail to do my work. Oh wells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Just wasn't feeling right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh HAPPY FIRST MONTH TO CHICKEN POKA;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Bless you with happiness. [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thoughts of you and me, it's killing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAUSE EVERYTHING THAT IM HOLDING, IS EVERYTHING I CANT LET GO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-8202863193331685309?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/8202863193331685309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=8202863193331685309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8202863193331685309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/8202863193331685309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/broken-hearts-and-last-goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5712413508664656436</id><published>2008-11-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:37:17.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiredzxzxzxzxzzxzxzxzxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Had a weird dream last night wahahahha. I remembered skipping class to some garden where we discovered CLOVERS!! Was damn elated, then mdm raani caught us and start scolding until niaoren msg me and i woke up. HAHAA. Head to town for interview, watched Chihuahua, then Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, interview wasn't that positive cause we might not be working together(as in have to split up at diff outlets). So, we're going for job hunt tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;K, I WANT MY SLEEP NOWWWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSrTf8esk1I/AAAAAAAABkE/-uVoNlbM5yw/s1600-h/24nov-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272258859554870098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSrTf8esk1I/AAAAAAAABkE/-uVoNlbM5yw/s320/24nov-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSrTfncQ14I/AAAAAAAABj8/cvBMAyONYd8/s1600-h/24nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272258853907519362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSrTfncQ14I/AAAAAAAABj8/cvBMAyONYd8/s320/24nov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5712413508664656436?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5712413508664656436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5712413508664656436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5712413508664656436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5712413508664656436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/tiredzxzxzxzxzzxzxzxzxzxz.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSrTf8esk1I/AAAAAAAABkE/-uVoNlbM5yw/s72-c/24nov-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-4645529710472264504</id><published>2008-11-22T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:40:00.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's driving me crazy, everytime i think of it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's making me falling deeper, everytime i'm missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell.me.just.what.to.do.please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-4645529710472264504?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/4645529710472264504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=4645529710472264504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4645529710472264504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/4645529710472264504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_22.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-1272450386751388601</id><published>2008-11-20T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:48:36.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a day, HAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine, suzhen did all the morning calls to my phone/house to wake me up for netball! HAHAA. Hurried to sch after meeting Partner, but was 3oplus mins late. And then, they come up with some "every 5 mins late, 10 push ups" plan and we have to comply lolzx. I told Coach that i need to leave early for appointment at salon. Guess what he did! HAHAAA. He told me not to waste money on rebonding and promote his straigntener instead! Then, he took out his straightner from his bagggggggg! DAMN FUNNY KAY THAT MOMENT. Didn't know coach would bring such stuff around huh. After netball, home to bathe and rebond timee! Yup, wasn't much of a difference actually. Just that, my hair can shine and my fringe is shorter it looks like bangs, dang! D: But no worries, i still will have my side fringe! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Retarded's leaving tonight, awwwwwwwwwwww! I'LL MISS HER BADLY! Ohoh, just remembered something she said last night LOLZX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ive: Why you order no chilli one? You know those who just pierce their ears then cannot eat chiili. You normally nothing also don't eat chilli, HAHHAAA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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;The next thing after she eat her bowl of spicy noodles, her whole face turn red! LOLZX ! Geez, she's gonna kill me when she read this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K, tmrw would be a good day. Most likely meeting CAKERS in afternoon then S.D.C gathering again yaye! They sure got something to comment abt my hair lolzx. Ohyeah, i can't wash my hair for two days as what the person say. Geez, stinky! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you never never know, in that one in a million possibilty, i might be in love with 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/3151807643727987054-1272450386751388601?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/1272450386751388601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=1272450386751388601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1272450386751388601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/1272450386751388601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-day-hahaa-rise-and-shine-suzhen.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7622733236924746969</id><published>2008-11-19T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:05:25.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;You're everything, everything that i wanted .&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anyone knows of a shop that can transfer songs from cassette tape to disc? Need to help mama accomplish this mission eh hah. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, so S.B.R.C crashed Chinatown today. ;D We went singing for 4h straight and had dinner after. HAHAA, music still strucked in my head manzxz! Only sad that i didn't get to see Amanda quite long alrdy, and Best couldn't make it. D: But, the whole karaoke session was bomb!! Must come again next time, and with the eight of us. [: Made a card for ivyyyyy before she's leaving for Australia tmrw. And dear pooh bear, better get well soon and stop walking so fast already! HAHAA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm going to wake up early tmrw and attend Netball hopefully. Also, soft-rebonding tmrw eh. [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZLDvRSBI/AAAAAAAABjE/VWvS_OiZVec/s1600-h/endless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365141703149586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZLDvRSBI/AAAAAAAABjE/VWvS_OiZVec/s400/endless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZKoKZhaI/AAAAAAAABi8/P7AB1OcA5vY/s1600-h/S.B.R.C+k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365134300743074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZKoKZhaI/AAAAAAAABi8/P7AB1OcA5vY/s400/S.B.R.C+k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZLQTRK5I/AAAAAAAABjM/KiEmoBdNf10/s1600-h/ivy;D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365145075362706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZLQTRK5I/AAAAAAAABjM/KiEmoBdNf10/s400/ivy%3BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3151807643727987054-7622733236924746969?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7622733236924746969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7622733236924746969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7622733236924746969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7622733236924746969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-everything-everything-that-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSQZLDvRSBI/AAAAAAAABjE/VWvS_OiZVec/s72-c/endless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-2572315386377863160</id><published>2008-11-18T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T04:35:14.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well i never thought it coming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i should have started running a long long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stop and stare, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you start to ponder why you're here not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And there's so many things that i want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I won't give up till it's over .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and i don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had this feeling that you're happy yet empty? Couldn't explain this either .&lt;br /&gt;Yup so today's day that i didn't went out, cus best save me from doing so and visit my place this morning;D Did many fulfiling things, do present/watch hotshot/sew&amp;amp;stich owl/did 1/7 of Heymaths/cook noodles/paint nails etc. But i miss XOXOs! We must meet up soon yeah .&lt;br /&gt;Going to sing k most likely tmrw for farewell party. Retarded's flying to Australia on thurs, Best's going kl some time this week, Daught's working, Bimbo's having chalet now. Felt like everyone's busy yet i'm just idling my time away.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to someone and saw the pictures&amp;amp;video taken at Grad day. Geez, i missed that day cus i went Malaysia!! D: Then i realised how fast a year past seriously, friends leaving and next year we're on our own facing o's. Think back during term1, how i simply can bang the wall looking at the downfall of my results, how i just fail my sciences, how much i regret that i didn't take F&amp;amp;N, how much i'm not used to class without 2D and complain how idiot life is.. Well, all that had past . People change and look forward, that's how life goes, no? We can't help it anway, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't think properly right now. Sure, time past, feelings fade. Why is it always so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSKlaeytSyI/AAAAAAAABis/fYv7N1bEdF4/s1600-h/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269956388337830690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSKlaeytSyI/AAAAAAAABis/fYv7N1bEdF4/s400/owl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSKlal1RufI/AAAAAAAABi0/zGJloqur6m4/s1600-h/bestie!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269956390227655154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSKlal1RufI/AAAAAAAABi0/zGJloqur6m4/s400/bestie!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-2572315386377863160?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/2572315386377863160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=2572315386377863160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2572315386377863160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/2572315386377863160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-i-never-thought-it-coming-i-should.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSKlaeytSyI/AAAAAAAABis/fYv7N1bEdF4/s72-c/owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-7318976843591802493</id><published>2008-11-16T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:54:55.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPPY BIRTHDAY, VAL! ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I really miss you. Remember the times we had in primary sch, how foolish we saved up money just to take neoprints, how silly we wrote apology letters to each other, to how much i can't bear to see you transferred to GESS when we're in sec one, how funny yet sweet of you to be concerned and make&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; friends with my bf, how just i know you're there for me and vice versa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; Thankyou for those best damn memories we had, my best friend in pri sch. I'm gonna see you soon! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these days, i..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally met best friend, she cut short hair!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went clarkequay/swimming/bugis/town/malaysia/fisherman's warf/plaza sing/ive's house/best's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Academy 2/Hana yori dango 2 yayeee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to watch Hot shot, but i always fall asleeep!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to start taking needle and sew some cloth!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back from Wilson's chalet, and thanks for everything. [: (still want to be featured huh!! lolzx) Stupid midnight cab fee lolzx!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYwtSbiLI/AAAAAAAABiU/cZQAMjZSYcU/s1600-h/17nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309157837342898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYwtSbiLI/AAAAAAAABiU/cZQAMjZSYcU/s400/17nov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYwhdmGvI/AAAAAAAABic/38FIS0CnVh4/s1600-h/17nov02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309154662947570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYwhdmGvI/AAAAAAAABic/38FIS0CnVh4/s400/17nov02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYw_ZkKsI/AAAAAAAABik/HxZSgGSMLrk/s1600-h/17nov04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309162699107010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYw_ZkKsI/AAAAAAAABik/HxZSgGSMLrk/s400/17nov04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-7318976843591802493?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/7318976843591802493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=7318976843591802493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7318976843591802493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/7318976843591802493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/happpy-birthday-val-i-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBYwtSbiLI/AAAAAAAABiU/cZQAMjZSYcU/s72-c/17nov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-5623041975972663138</id><published>2008-11-16T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:29:37.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my love for you, is deep and meaningless .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBX9DZd3QI/AAAAAAAABiE/RHiH-Pgzo5c/s1600-h/clarkequay02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308270419238146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBX9DZd3QI/AAAAAAAABiE/RHiH-Pgzo5c/s400/clarkequay02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBX9f5ySLI/AAAAAAAABiM/4tRwV4rS5_0/s1600-h/clarkequay03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308278070986930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBX9f5ySLI/AAAAAAAABiM/4tRwV4rS5_0/s400/clarkequay03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBXrF7MiCI/AAAAAAAABh0/l2g1axzVWvI/s1600-h/clarkequay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307961859934242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBXrF7MiCI/AAAAAAAABh0/l2g1axzVWvI/s400/clarkequay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3151807643727987054-5623041975972663138?l=watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/feeds/5623041975972663138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3151807643727987054&amp;postID=5623041975972663138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5623041975972663138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3151807643727987054/posts/default/5623041975972663138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://watchthestars-withme.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love-for-you-is-deep-and-meaningless.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07314104194800277335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PpnEqz-GpV0/SSBX9DZd3QI/AAAAAAAABiE/RHiH-Pgzo5c/s72-c/clarkequay02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151807643727987054.post-6663849744616783106</id><published>2008-11-12T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:08:08.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These holidays been a series of going out with girls lately. Much of the heart to heart talks, really makes me have a clearer view of what's life going on. I've made a decision of what's the best ending already, and i hope this would last happily ever after, HAHAA;D Think, i've grown much more mature now, compared to when i'm in sec one lolzx. Of course, everyone do, no? 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