<?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-6546602</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:13:18.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..seeing stars..</title><subtitle type='html'>life.from my perspective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-111933031675839450</id><published>2005-06-21T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:05:16.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! im finally posting after the long period of... er. UM. errrr. three months? two months? yknow. thats not too long actually. ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;though i'd be more interesting in blogging if i had a &lt;strong&gt;spanking new layout!&lt;/strong&gt; *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;really. i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. its almost the end of the hols. boohoo. though i have to admit that i've spent it rather well, not doing my homework and all/ HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really actually. didnt go anywhere, supposed to go to UK but stupid me backed out halfway,&lt;br /&gt;ah, how utterly despairing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha, todays boring, didnt do much yesterday, so.&lt;br /&gt;not much to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MRS HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-111933031675839450?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111933031675839450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111933031675839450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111933031675839450' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-111215228181488849</id><published>2005-03-30T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:11:21.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recess has just ended.&lt;br /&gt;but not to worry/&lt;br /&gt;its okay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not even in school.&lt;br /&gt;im at home&lt;br /&gt;stuck with an aching jaw&lt;br /&gt;and a stuffed up nose&lt;br /&gt;and a sort of sore throat&lt;br /&gt;and well.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup;&lt;br /&gt;went for my oral/dental surgery thing yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;im recovering now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts okay!&lt;br /&gt;hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant move my mouth properly.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not go into the gory details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im sitting here.&lt;br /&gt;wondering what everyone's doing in school/&lt;br /&gt;hohum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah-&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED to hyung and liany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-111215228181488849?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111215228181488849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111215228181488849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111215228181488849' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-111185376176444021</id><published>2005-03-26T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T00:16:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you can see, IM POSTING AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;hurrah;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;im trying to start posting regularly again. you know, since my sort of few month hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i somehow have absolutely no idea WHAT to say.&lt;br /&gt;i mean.&lt;br /&gt;given the chance i would talk and talk and talk about what happened,&lt;br /&gt;but its all hushhush,&lt;br /&gt;so/&lt;br /&gt;i cant.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just making a too big deal out of it.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im not.&lt;br /&gt;so i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;so i shall move on to a less delicate matter.&lt;br /&gt;yes, today, i went for a blood test!&lt;br /&gt;actually, no big deal, but nevertheless, still an exciting affair! (right.)&lt;br /&gt;but well. my arm's aching now.&lt;br /&gt;and they poked this long needle up my arm, and i was screwing up my face and turning away when my mom said, okay.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought she meant, okay, its done.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly stood up okay!&lt;br /&gt;luckily i turned around to look.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw the stupid needle poked up.&lt;br /&gt;it didnt look too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda weird, i have to admit.&lt;br /&gt;but not too bad,&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;i didnt mean that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;replys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONYA MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;aww monkey, i &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 you .&lt;br /&gt;yup, we need a monkey meeting.&lt;br /&gt;we can do america eyes again!&lt;br /&gt;and not fall asleep so early.&lt;br /&gt;and do something to our hair.&lt;br /&gt;like we did last time!&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hug my monkey now.&lt;br /&gt;and err, yes dear. im most grateful for your tag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUCH!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;remember the good ol' days where we used to watch buffy for the whole night, then sleep in the early morning?&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;we have to do something like that sometime/&lt;br /&gt;and ohmigosh, remember the time i plucked out your whisker in a bid to wake you up after the doll episode of buffy?&lt;br /&gt;and you didnt even wake up!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i thought faith was bad all the way untill season err seven?&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah.&lt;br /&gt;she was good for a short while right&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you mean you have the season three dvd?&lt;br /&gt;tsk. not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-111185376176444021?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111185376176444021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111185376176444021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111185376176444021' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-111149764882530629</id><published>2005-03-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:20:48.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;this is my first post in.. err. two months?&lt;br /&gt;according to annushkha anyway.&lt;br /&gt;YUP.&lt;br /&gt;well.honestly,&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be on heymath now.&lt;br /&gt;STILL DONT UNDERSTAND THOSE FRICKIN GRAPHS!&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;so, im supposed to be looking at cartesian coordinates?&lt;br /&gt;uhm, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;WHOCARES;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUSH: yes dear. i understand. two months. shame on me/EH. not fair okay, you never talk to me anymore.im ALWAYS the *super friendly* one who goes up to say hi! wait.*thinks* oh. okay. i take that back. just dont ever treat me like im a pest.&lt;br /&gt;pestelence?!  &lt;- one of your weird sec one words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANY: hahah, YES YOU DO, you look almost exactly like violet from lemony snicket!&lt;br /&gt;except that you're chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SULIN: okay! windsurfing. AND YES YES YES YES YES! JERK IT OUT ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;heh. well. we have to *parnk* more often okay. and must visit me sometimes! i ALWAYS visit you guys okay. after im done with homework and all la. (x&lt;br /&gt;i miss 1h!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STACEY: thankeww for BIMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;err. back to math?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-111149764882530629?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111149764882530629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/111149764882530629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111149764882530629' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110716224907608833</id><published>2005-01-31T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:04:09.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been updating in like. an &lt;em&gt;eon&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's not my fault kay.&lt;br /&gt;ive just been INCREDIBLY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;just had the stupid chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;the compre was SOSOSO difficult.&lt;br /&gt;but the tian xie stuffies was okay larz.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUPS.&lt;br /&gt;we had the english cooking thingum today.&lt;br /&gt;and sandra brought our lasagne to school/&lt;br /&gt;and she claimed that miss chau burnt the cheese on top when she reheated it.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay la.&lt;br /&gt;not too bad actually. (x&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. self praise is no praise.&lt;br /&gt;but STILL/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sulin came over and stuffed herself with the lasagne, like two minutes before recess ended.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;we were late for math! YAY;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and during lunch i dint wanna eat lunch cos i dint wanna be late for the test PLUS, i ate so much during recess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when sulin&amp;sherr came to my class, i stuffed them with lasagne.&lt;br /&gt;stacey rudely joined in.&lt;br /&gt;fine, so did i. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stacey&amp;sulins mouths were like. tomato covered.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at them./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i thought the frickin test was in 2d,&lt;br /&gt;so i waited there&lt;br /&gt;and when stacey went to get her bag from 2t,&lt;br /&gt;i REALISED THAT THE STOOPIT TEST WAS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt anyone tell me anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and err. SOMEONE kept DOING SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;i shant mention who or what, just that it was just.. WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp;no. i dont mean cheating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110716224907608833?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110716224907608833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110716224907608833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110716224907608833' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110455258140531784</id><published>2005-01-01T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T12:09:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT A SHORT POST.&lt;br /&gt;BAD GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;IM SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;its been a great 2004.(x&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;[quoted]WE WERE DELINQUENTS.[/quote]&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;poor mrs tan,&lt;br /&gt;we gave her so much trouble!&lt;br /&gt;1)dahlia doesnt do any homework set for her.(HER WORKBOOK'S UNTOUCHED UP TILL NOW)&lt;br /&gt;2)i take pleasure in jamming up the sewing machine,hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;then mrs tan would have to come rushing,HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3)juns goes for home econs lesson empty handed.(:&lt;br /&gt;then comes mr loww.&lt;br /&gt;aww poor bloke.&lt;br /&gt;1)i never paid attention to ANYTHING he said.and i never did his work either.(HE CLAIMS THAT IM THE MOST FORGETFUL PERSON IN CLASS ANYWAYS)&lt;br /&gt;2)juns and i goes to the toilet regularly three times a day during his lessons(x&lt;br /&gt;oh then there were the stupid things juns,i and dahlia did during the science lab periods.&lt;br /&gt;eg,i put the alcohol soaked leaf near the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;and juns and i took the ink soaked leaf and ran round chasing each other and dahlia.&lt;br /&gt;mrs low scowls every time she sees me without fail,&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err OHHHHHHHKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue another day?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110455258140531784?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110455258140531784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110455258140531784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110455258140531784' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110433998078567040</id><published>2004-12-30T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T01:06:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRUNTS IM HERE ALRIGHTS.&lt;br /&gt;AS COMMANDED BY DAHLIA.&lt;br /&gt;could you look me in the eye,and tell me that you're happy now?&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Disgruntled Dahlia has forcefully persuaded me to guestblog her.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;(thats one up)&lt;br /&gt;but then again!&lt;br /&gt;she's going to guestblog me too!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;(so thats one down)&lt;br /&gt;we're currently sending each other songs.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;DAHLIA'S CRAZY OVER HER NEWLY-FOUND HOBBY.&lt;br /&gt;THAT IS,DOWNLOADING SONGS INTO ITUNES.(x&lt;br /&gt;okays.&lt;br /&gt;so she begged to come to my house today.&lt;br /&gt;and i reluctantly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;we bummed around la.&lt;br /&gt;thats'll.&lt;br /&gt;and of course!&lt;br /&gt;we did something else.&lt;br /&gt;but i shant expose the secret.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,right then.&lt;br /&gt;i shall talk about the sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;since there's nothing else more interesting.):&lt;br /&gt;(no actually cos this lazy poot doesnt bother to update)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we bought the stupid costumes.&lt;br /&gt;(i was reluctantly the grim keeper.)&lt;br /&gt;(well i mean its better than a hawaiin girl with those disgusting coconuts thing right.)&lt;br /&gt;then met sheryl,stacey,nush at dahlia's house.&lt;br /&gt;i was make-uped ^%$&amp;^ horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;then we ate/pool fighted/prank called 454659436747 people.&lt;br /&gt;(sidenote:they were all really grumpy)&lt;br /&gt;sheryl went back/listened to our ipods/drank milo(2+am)&lt;br /&gt;and FINALLY slept at 4am,*grumps/sulks/sighs.&lt;br /&gt;then i was awoken at  NINE AM,&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;i was grumpy the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,the breakfast was yummy.(:&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at kap,went back home.&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought i had rid myself of those pesky people finally(kidding,hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;nush decides to come to my house.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALL STOP HERE.&lt;br /&gt;UTTERLY LONG POST LEHZ.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOUZZ.&lt;br /&gt;FHDGIEHGTYHR^%$&amp;%^&amp;amp;^%&lt;br /&gt;grrrk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110433998078567040?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110433998078567040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110433998078567040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110433998078567040' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110399281458947124</id><published>2004-12-26T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:40:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee.&lt;br /&gt;happy chrismukkah everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i lurrve my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110399281458947124?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110399281458947124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110399281458947124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110399281458947124' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110318150498122836</id><published>2004-12-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:18:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiho dahlia.&lt;br /&gt;im guestblogging.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was really really amused by your detailed entry&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ!&lt;br /&gt;im NOT in love with sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;okayy.&lt;br /&gt;fine i MAY have called her almost everyday but it was cos we're bored.&lt;br /&gt;(:rite?&lt;br /&gt;uhhuh&lt;br /&gt;violet&amp;misterincredible&amp;amp;elastigirl rocks.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;heheh.im talking in code.&lt;br /&gt;while im slaving away in front of the pixelled screen aka the computer,she's watching ocean's twelve.&lt;br /&gt;but i was watching national treasure ytd.&lt;br /&gt;so alls well that ends well&lt;br /&gt;or smth to that effect&lt;br /&gt;im going to BANGKOK.&lt;br /&gt;BANGBANGKOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110318150498122836?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110318150498122836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110318150498122836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110318150498122836' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110304451530401387</id><published>2004-12-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:19:11.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;eeyer,&lt;br /&gt;im horrible at waking up early, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i was supposed to wake up at eleven.&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up at ten something, i was pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;wow. i actually got up BEFORE i had to.&lt;br /&gt;but. i lay down, and fell asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at eleven.&lt;br /&gt;coolness, i thought. i woke up on time!&lt;br /&gt;then. i lay down again. i mean, i was only gonna lie down for like, five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;but instead,at eleven forty, my mom rushed in and told me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;it took me five minutes to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;)X&lt;br /&gt;luckily sulin woke up late too.&lt;br /&gt;so by the time i met her at kap, it was like, eleven twenty.&lt;br /&gt;at least she walked up part of the hill to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;i ate the foldover thingy.&lt;br /&gt;its nice.&lt;br /&gt;but HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;at least i only ate ONE item. unlike *&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://paint-thesilence.blogspot.com"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.* COUGHS.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after we finished, we went to cold storage and mucked around.&lt;br /&gt;i found something bang on the door there! but i dint buy it.&lt;br /&gt;when we were done, my mother drove us back to sulins house.&lt;br /&gt;her cats so cute kay. it was sitting on the couch in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;yes. i know. im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so we went to her room, and she then proceeded to try and persuade me to play gunbound.&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe i would have developed an interest in it if she hadnt rudely HOGGED the game!&lt;br /&gt;hrmph.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i got really bored after awhile, so we went around her neighbourhood putting pieces of paper in peoples mailboxes.&lt;br /&gt;eg; woffles the bunny loves you. DO YOU LOVE HIM TOO? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg jessica, I KISSED JARED!! call me later, amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;have you been &lt;u&gt;naughty&lt;/u&gt; or NICE? remember, santa's watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;eminem rocks and YOU KNOW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;how could you DO THIS to me? *sulin tried faking 'tears' for this one. it dint work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;remember kids, barney loves you ALWAYS. your friendly neighbourhood dinosaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hey babe, i &lt;3 you. wuff, jessi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;lots more. and we posted a few in the post box too.&lt;br /&gt;for the dearr postman.&lt;br /&gt;and then we ran around, ringing doorbells randomly and singing out of tunely at the top of our voices.&lt;br /&gt;OH. and putting on singlish accents and tOkInG lYk DiS.&lt;br /&gt;or sometimes talking in a bratty american accent.&lt;br /&gt;or putting on a british accent and acting all prim and proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110304451530401387?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110304451530401387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110304451530401387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110304451530401387' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110304307645700077</id><published>2004-12-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:51:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, this is weird. my bloggers in chinese!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;im back from camp. i know, i know. i actually came back, err, last thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;never mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah. camp was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;FUNNN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUNNNNNN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;there. i hope ive made the point clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but the first day was kinda boring. except when we found out our groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amazingly, me, stacey, daniel, jon and fidelia were in the same group. &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thennn. on the second day, we did our skit thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in short notes, i shall record what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;daniel discovered his inner-gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jon became yet MORE out of point. if that was even possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realised that yue ling wasnt as strong as ben. eg.ben carries TWO boys. yue ling carries ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i majorly embarassed myself by openly checking out the progress of daniel and joanna's budding romance.  result: i got yelled at by daniel. not angry-yell. out-to-embarass-me-yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got a bad stomachache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i couldnt finish my food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fidelia got angry with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we planned our skit on the incredibles.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mr incredible! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yueling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;elastigirl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;stacey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;VIOLET!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wonderful ol' me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;dash! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;derick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;jackjack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*the titchy dearr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; myron? i forgot his name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mr out of point! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mr extra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; jon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;syndrome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; daniel gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dory! (dont ask) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fifi.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aaand our WONDERFUL narrators, bibianna and BEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realised how good ben was at making gay voices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we had our major game. as in. we went to east coast park, and it was kinda like the amazing race inside east coast park. where we have to play all these games, and run through the whole place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i sat on staceys shoulders loads of times. for a game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she had to carry me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the boys rubbed their faces against the grass. HAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we all stepped on zoe's shoe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i discovered how truly unfit stacey&amp;i are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;daniel and yueling kept threatening to carry/kick us to make us walk faster. HELLO? can i like, help it if im tired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jon sat inside a supermarket trolley and got pushed around by ben. they kept trying to ram us down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;daniel called me a bimbo countless times. )x BAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my legs nearly broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i nearly fell asleep on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i realised how truly in love stacey is with sheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when we got back, the guys were playing a horribly violent game of floorball. stacey wanted to play. i didnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY THREEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;last minute changes to the script.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a VERY VERY VERY bad stomachache.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt really cold in the annex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;brought out my sweater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played the guru, a weird trivia kinda game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacey stupidly shouted the correct answer to the other group. i was upset.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we won anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had some religion workshop thing. &lt;s&gt;hinduism sounds scary.&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;--- forget that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a candlelight dinner with uncle tim, emily and samuel beh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;emily was really nice. uncle tim too. samuel blatantly ignored me. OHWELL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had omega night. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did our LAME skit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dint even come in second. (out of four groups)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stacey got nominated best actress for her out of control sobbing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slouched around, feeling bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had the candle fight after omega night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was kinda fun. joanna dint like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stayed in our room and chatted with the other girls, sze ern, rachel wong, janell and zoe. jo napped, debra (lau) , and olivia slept. debbie was downstairs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we played with debbies glitter hairspray when she came back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;janell taught me how to play daidee.[sp?] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i played a few games of daidee. stacey messed her way through them.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jo, stace&amp;i went hula hooping round the corridors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had a girl talk with jo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the boys came to our room to GET JOANNA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;showed off my WONDERFUL card tricks while stacey drifted in and out of sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a "fifteen minute power nap" which turned out to last from nearly six to nearly eight   I ROCK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;DAY FOUR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;had fun cleaning up the girls room. i pretended to fight rachel with the broom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went downstairs and mopped the canteen area part. swung the mop wildly at rachel and sze ern.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went to the annex for our last sermon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out that some people had been MISBEHAVING**&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat at the table feeling dazed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took our last group photos. the boys had mysteriously vanished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staceys mom came kinda late, so we chatted with muriel before she left.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played with olivia and err, damian for awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taught stacey how to play speed. was left feeling sapped of my patience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staceys mom came.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;BYE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110304307645700077?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110304307645700077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110304307645700077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110304307645700077' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110200016587741706</id><published>2004-12-02T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:09:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eyy. sulins right. havent updated for *eons!*&lt;br /&gt;ohkay.&lt;br /&gt;ee. i was supposed to go to nush's today. paint her attic. but no. my mother wouldnt let me! grumph. hope she painted it pink and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to her house on TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;when i reached there, nush and suu were swimming in her pool. with their clothes on. just when i grudgingly agreed to go into the water &lt;strong&gt;later&lt;/strong&gt; (not meaning to do it at all) they unceremoniously pushed me into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;hey! i'd only planned to help them make their water ballooonies.&lt;br /&gt;plus. i was wearing &lt;strong&gt;white &lt;/strong&gt;shorts. meaning: my undies were suddenly&lt;strong&gt; visible&lt;/strong&gt; under my &lt;strong&gt;strangely transparent &lt;/strong&gt;shorts.&lt;br /&gt;wow. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got out, we had a&lt;br /&gt;BUBBLE BATH. [&lt;u&gt;with our clothes on. durrh&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;it was raspberry+a whole lot of other flavours.&lt;br /&gt;plus some random brand which looked kinda like toilet cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;it smelt like ______ shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! we went to watch spidey2! i wanted lotr three but. i was sadly outvoted.&lt;br /&gt;i fed the birthday dog lots of popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;nush got quite pissed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sulin: err. thanks for saving me? hahah. funny pranks ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherr: eyy! i miss you too. why arent you going for CAMP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nush: how's the attic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacey: aww. looking forward to next monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110200016587741706?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110200016587741706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110200016587741706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200016587741706' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110199422826965988</id><published>2004-12-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:30:28.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im guest blogging for my darling bestie dahlia!yay.(:im gonna ruin it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;dah is currently wonderin about my state of mind.(:actually she does that everyday but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i havent plucked my hair for a bloody long time.&lt;br /&gt;dah&amp;i think that nerdy-cuteish guy from CSI with the streaky blond hair is kinda cute.but we havent lost our hearts to him,so GUYS!! you still have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;**the gideon insurance policy.haha.nvrmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you dah.&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;haha.well this is a bloody stupid guest blog post.&lt;br /&gt;so yes im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll miss me.RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--/stacey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110199422826965988?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110199422826965988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110199422826965988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199422826965988' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110078769022570555</id><published>2004-11-18T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T22:21:30.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYY IM GUEST BLOGGING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;(see the things i'd do for you.(:)&lt;br /&gt;but you dont care do you?&lt;br /&gt;hahaRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;DAHRR LIKES The Big Butt.&lt;br /&gt;she cant deny.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHH thanks for calling me just now.&lt;br /&gt;i HOPE i can go to your house tomorrow LEH.&lt;br /&gt;WATCH SCARY MOVIES.&lt;br /&gt;thats 1:100.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll bet my mom WONT ALLOW.&lt;br /&gt;TYPICAL,TYPICAL.(x&lt;br /&gt;SO UNFAIR.):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;uploading images in my imagestation.--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/members/takingtheblame"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many pix of DAHR THE CHIOBU,gleams.&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhywhywhy're you so photogenic?&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHH guess what.&lt;br /&gt;I ATE INSTANT NOODLES FOR DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;yumYUMMM.&lt;br /&gt;the same one &lt;a href="http://www.inner-cut.blogspot.com" onmouseover="window.status='              STASSY.(the MRS CHEN WAY)' ; return true" onmouseout="status=('') ; return true"&gt;stacey&lt;/a&gt; ate the other day.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;BAHH guess what song's on now.&lt;br /&gt;NASTY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it bring SOMEONE I KNOW TO MIND?&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;just playing.&lt;br /&gt;EH DAHR STILL GO FOR TUITION FOR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;WAIT SCHOOL OPEN LATER YOU FORGET EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;HARHARRR.&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;I HEART YOU!&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DONT CARE DO YOU?&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;DAHR LIKES CHEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110078769022570555?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110078769022570555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110078769022570555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078769022570555' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110053858039129070</id><published>2004-11-16T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:09:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh shush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;sulins talking nonsense. as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i was making up a rhyme about butts cos i'd just watched charlies angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;watching cameron diaz shake her booty in truck undies has given me a whole new sense of booty shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;now repeat after me people! dahlia does not like uncle hock seng or mok mok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;sulins just terribly delusional. shes actually the one who likes uncle hock seng and mok mok. its just that her mind gets kinda mixed up sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;ohh. sweet child. have no worries. i'm not mad at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;they're good.  (((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110053858039129070?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110053858039129070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110053858039129070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053858039129070' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110053542209128412</id><published>2004-11-15T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:17:02.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;dahRR i hacked into your account,thrills.&lt;br /&gt;my tongue's currently itchy now.&lt;br /&gt;and dahlia's sending pix of SLY to me,HAHARRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;SLY ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;SO DOES MCFLY.&lt;br /&gt;NO DOUBT SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!(x&lt;br /&gt;though i havent really heard any of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;WOWEE.&lt;br /&gt;its 11:53, and im talking to dahRR now.&lt;br /&gt;i LURB annoying her,&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;EHH I WANNA GO WATCH THE FORGOTTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;i dunno what im going to do on friday,hinthint!&lt;br /&gt;eh im listening to swingswing now.&lt;br /&gt;yayy!&lt;br /&gt;Days swiftly come and go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of her.&lt;br /&gt;She's seeing other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions they stir.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone.&lt;br /&gt;The nights are long,&lt;br /&gt;And I am left while the tears fall.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I would cry,&lt;br /&gt;on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;being alone?&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone newSwing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed by a former love.&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me find a way,&lt;br /&gt;To carry on again.&lt;br /&gt;Wish cast into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet beginnings do arise.&lt;br /&gt;She knows I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The notes are old,&lt;br /&gt;They bend,&lt;br /&gt;they fold and so do I to a new love.&lt;br /&gt;Bury me(you thought your problems were gone)&lt;br /&gt;Carry me(away. away, away...)&lt;br /&gt;WHEE.(x&lt;br /&gt;im Raiding The Fridge At Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;BAHHHH thats fun.&lt;br /&gt;so im chomping on some more dried apricots.&lt;br /&gt;making my teeth itchy now.&lt;br /&gt;DARR LIKES BIG BUTTS.&lt;br /&gt;HAWHAW.&lt;br /&gt;LOOKIE HERE.(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;darrrhlia! so you're from africa. says:&lt;br /&gt;BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;darrrhlia! so you're from africa. says:&lt;br /&gt;BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;darrrhlia! so you're from africa. says:&lt;br /&gt;i like the butt&lt;br /&gt;darrrhlia! so you're from africa. says:&lt;br /&gt;i cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;darrrhlia! so you're from africa. says:&lt;br /&gt;the truth i cant deny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tea's gone cold im wondering why.): DARR LIKES BUTT. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahRR,(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;at least she actually admits it!&lt;br /&gt;and she likes uncle hock seng too.&lt;br /&gt;and mokmok too!&lt;br /&gt;and mrlow too!&lt;br /&gt;EEEHEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pssh thats'll KIDDOS.&lt;br /&gt;UTTERLY LONG TAGG WE HAVE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THANKS TO THE GINGGGGERBREAD PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;(((((((:!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110053542209128412?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110053542209128412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110053542209128412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110053542209128412' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110010802142464312</id><published>2004-11-11T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T01:33:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. today was relatively boring. didnt go out at all.&lt;br /&gt;did work out in the afternoon though. cycled (on the machine) for like. fifteen minutes but managed to lose a hundred calories!! yay. so i was feeling all hot and bothered (: after that so i went into my room, turned on the air-con and did more exercises. and i somehow fell asleep. lame lame lame. woke up at seven. went to eat dinner and watched tv for the whole night. until now. oh yes. and i found the song from mean girls, you know, the part where the plastics walk down the hall and where lindsay/cady falls into the rubbish bin and squeals like a pig? its pass that dutch! cant believe i didnt realise.&lt;br /&gt;sulins coming back tomorrow. yay. i miss her. come to think of it, i miss practically everyone lately. i miss nush. i miss sonya. kinda miss junns. dont really miss sheryl and stacey tho. but thats only because i had a fun time on monday. yes. a fun conference. no, i'm not a loser who's just discovered the absurd wonders of three-way calling. its just that *snicker* we played this prank on sheryls jap class friend. eka or something. yeah. so i called him and pretended that his name was beka. so i went, &lt;strong&gt;beka!&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; won't believe what happened! and i launched into this long (pretend) story about how i was at church talking to this (pretend) boy i liked, brandon. and when i was talking to him, he kept on staring at my lips. because one of the magazines i read said that if a boy stares at your lips, it means he wants to kiss you, so i leaned in close and whispered" you really want to kiss me,dont you?" so *brandon* looks at me and says, "no. theres something stuck in your teeth!"&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying that, i kinda started laughing, but i covered my mouth and pretended that iwas giggling. but stacey dear let out this loud squawk of laughter. so i quickly said sorry,that was my dog. she gets kinda weird sometimes. and before i could finish my story, he hung up. fiine. be that way.&lt;br /&gt;oh. yeah. just remembered. we dint make up the story. it was one of those embarassing stories from seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i miss my monkey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and my sheep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and my ginggerbread person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and the jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and i guess stacey and sheryl too. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110010802142464312?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110010802142464312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110010802142464312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010802142464312' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-110010629276673321</id><published>2004-11-11T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T01:04:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear. there is something very wrong with my computer. sometimes i can blog. sometimes i cant]anyways. went to watch singapore idol last friday. thanks to sheryl(lurrb ya!) who got us tickets and my dear mommy who had to drive us there with the directions of le magnificent sheryl! i tell you. that place is so hard to find.but being in the live audience was really good. there was i dunno, like, so much energy, and it felt so.. real? its just different. a lot different. so,after the show, stacey and i waited for *an eon* at the reception for the stars BUT! managed to take pictures of alll of em. a half shot of taufik, two shots of olinda, one of daphne,two of sly ,two of leandra and one with leandra. i looked absolutely tragic in that photo. just my luck. yeah, so i was trying to get sly's autograph and i couldnt push my way through the crowd. so thanks to staceys brilliant logic, she came up with this plan for me to sit on her shoulders. so after that i comfortably seated myself on her bony shoulders, she started towards *sly! and once we were inside the crowd, we spotted this little five year old doing the same to his older brother. and the brat said EY! COPY US! so i looked at him and gave him my most sarcastic smile and rolled my eyes. seriously, &lt;in&gt; horrid child!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. we left soon after that. round eleven?&lt;br /&gt;okaay. enough about that. new post for today coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-110010629276673321?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110010629276673321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/110010629276673321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010629276673321' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-109786076529734987</id><published>2004-10-16T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T01:19:25.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finallyfinallyfinally! the eoys are &lt;u&gt;over.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dint really feel that happy though. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;was very annoyed after the chinese exam because some stupid lao shi lost our oral marksheets. so we had to stay back to do it. again.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;yes, so after i was done,i ran to practice room 7 to meet sonya dearest. had my eardrums nearly split open. the stupid girl was playing the drums! so after five minutes of more drumming,[where i ran squawking around the room like my neighbours parrot] we finally left. walked to the bus stop with sheena,and left for orchard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;we saw jessea thyidor on the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;omg. she is so gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyways,the bus got held up by the most inconsiderate cyclist ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when the bus stopped at the red light, the stupid man came up and rapped on the door. so the bus driver opened it. then, the cyclist started scolding the bus driver really loudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bus driver got angry. closed the door and refused to look at the cyclist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THEN! the cylist walked to the front of the bus and started shouting at him.the hwa chong JC students stood up to stare. i &lt;u&gt;tried&lt;/u&gt; not to stare.after like, five minutes,[the light was already green!] the cyclist got on his [ugly] bicyle and cycled off. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okay fine, maybe he DID have a right to get angry, but, still, its no good reason to hold up a bus with very impatient passengers inside.[me]. okay, when we finally reached orchard, we couldnt decide which bus stop to stop at. so we just dropped off at far east. walked around for half an hour. ohyes. went to guardian for a short while.i swiped a bit of &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;purple eyeshadow&lt;/span&gt; off a sample tube, and sonya rubbed it on a xando poster with fann wong, leaving her with half a purple mustache.then we walked to scotts and bought three huge cookies from mrs fields. the all white ones?yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then we went to pacific plaza, where we spent, like, two hours deciding what tank tops and shirts to buy. saw a lovely black skirt. dint buy it. (NO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then we rushed through mango, zara, topshop and fcuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went to surfbabe and decided on an olive green roxy tank top and a baby tee from paul frank with worrybear (love!) sitting on a toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sonya thought he was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;monkey!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then we half ran to heeren. we saw kailin and joanne! took neos with them, and ran to the mrt station. made it back JUST before dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;stayed in her room until eight. did cheerleading! then left for dinner. yum. the pasta was really good. spent the rest of the night looking at pictures of nana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then my father came to pick me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;then the next day,(yesterday) called stacey at eleven or 12, and asked her if she wanted to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sheryl met us at my house and we picked up nush from her house. in a taxi. haha. at my house, stacey tried on one of my skirts, and it was kinda tight on her, so you could see her panties through the skirt! and she nearly went out like that. whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;spent a very very very short while in orchard.forced sheryl into taking neos, and immediately left. took a taxi again, and our taxi driver was ever so friendly. stacey told him that we were from rgs! bwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i told him that we were all very naughty. sheryl told him that we were in the worst class and that she always fought with the boys. annushkha chatted very politely with him. she dropped off at her piano teachers house, during which sheryl kept on muttering about wasting money. because it was kinda out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yes. then we came back to my house, and tried prank calling someone. i couldnt do it. i kept on slamming down the phone at the last moment because i started laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;went for dinner and watched singapore idol. decided not to watch taufiks performance and trooped off to my room. sheryl left about fifteen minutes later. stacey left about twenty five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-109786076529734987?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109786076529734987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109786076529734987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786076529734987' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-109786187598368189</id><published>2004-10-16T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T01:37:55.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ohyes. happy belated birthday nush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm finally done with my lay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-109786187598368189?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109786187598368189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109786187598368189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786187598368189' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-109465291340661180</id><published>2004-09-08T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:15:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh.my.gosh.&lt;br /&gt;there was this &lt;u&gt;mouse&lt;/u&gt; in my house. ok. aand. we set out traps for it, and there was the normal old mousetrap, and there was this really weird trap. as in, there was a piece of bait and it was surrounded by this really weird sticky stuff. kinda like glue? &lt;br /&gt;yeah. and so, today,my brother found the mouse stuck onto the glue,and it was really disgusting. but we decided to be &lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt; and unstick the mouse and put it in, like, the bushes outside our house. &lt;br /&gt;except that it was really difficult to get the mouse out, and we didn't really wanna touch it. &lt;br /&gt;the whole problem is, the glue is really really really sticky. and the mouse ended up having glue stuck to itself. we tried washing it, but it still didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;ok, and here comes the terrible part. we didnt know what to do. so we *gulp* left it there! and the poor mouse was like squirming and kicking about. and i felt so bad, that i started crying. it was,very honestly, horrible. &lt;br /&gt;and then, later on , like in the evening, i went outside to check on it again, and i think it was dead, cos it wasnt moving at all. and it looked so scary, its eyes were wide open and bugged out.&lt;br /&gt;and it was a &lt;b&gt;baby!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-109465291340661180?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109465291340661180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109465291340661180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109465291340661180' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-109457259631214981</id><published>2004-09-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T22:21:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;sigh,  derek was being so annoying during dinner today. like, there was this kind of vegetable that he really hates in the soup and then he started complaining about how disgusting it was! and he just kept on complaining for the entire meal and it was so annoying... and when i ate the vegetable, it didn't even taste THAT bad! i really felt like telling him to shut up but i didn't dare cos' u don't actually say things like that to a 25-year old man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and my mom is still mad at david cos' he was rude to her and so she's been making me pass messages to him and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-109457259631214981?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109457259631214981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109457259631214981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109457259631214981' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-109362262977994593</id><published>2004-08-27T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T00:03:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goshgoshgosh. eni left today. i kind of miss her. even though she used to get really grumpy sometimes.):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;feeling kind of depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and im &lt;u&gt;so so so&lt;/u&gt; freaked out for chinese! i mean like, if i fail, i WILL die. i've been doing so badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;did relatively okay for history. &lt;strong&gt;24/30 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whatever.&lt;/strong&gt; i am bored bored bored and i wanna go shopping shopping shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;all the 1d people are going shopping tomorrow. arrgh! i wanna go too. but seeing as i hardly know any of them well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; done &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;with my lay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i know i haven't been updating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for quite a long &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=time&amp;v=56"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;due to stacey's incessant[sp?] pestering, i now like my &lt;a href="http://www.ntsearch.com/search.php?q=computer&amp;v=56"&gt;computer&lt;/a&gt; again. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*grins happily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; amazingly, i am getting tired but its only two! pffft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;fine then. off to bed we go. &lt;s&gt;or maybe not.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-109302532182335650?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109302532182335650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/109302532182335650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302532182335650' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108822937392454618</id><published>2004-06-26T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T13:56:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh. watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the ring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on hbo yesterday. freeaky.&lt;br /&gt;the part where samara crawled out of the tv? &lt;em&gt;shiver me timbers!&lt;/em&gt; i was so freaked out that i kept on switching channels, then, like,at this really interesting part, i accidentally switched to pro1, and i didnt know how to change it back. so i had to turn off the tv and the little electrical switches on the wall and i ended up missing alot. *pout* but the show was really good,as in interesting good. and there was this really disgusting part where the horse jumped off the boat, and i think it got caught in the propellers or something, and you could see the blood bubbling in the water. &lt;br /&gt;ick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108822937392454618?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108822937392454618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108822937392454618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108822937392454618' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108757983435722130</id><published>2004-06-19T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T01:30:34.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hhaha, im doing this quiz from suu's blogg!&lt;br /&gt;i n f o r m a t i o n&lt;br /&gt;1. name: dahlia!&lt;br /&gt;2. single or taken: single.&lt;br /&gt;3. sex: girl..obvious much? &lt;br /&gt;4. birthday: 28th January *wink,nudge*&lt;br /&gt;5. sign: aquarius&lt;br /&gt;6. siblings: &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; brothers&lt;br /&gt;7. hair color: dark brown (:&lt;br /&gt;8. eye color: dark brown+&lt;br /&gt;9. shoe size: four-half.&lt;br /&gt;10. height: 156.i think i've grown though..i hope.&lt;br /&gt;11. favorite foods:pasta+ice creeam and all the food you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;12. hometown: erm. o b v i o u s !&lt;br /&gt;f a s h i o n | s t u f f&lt;br /&gt;1. where is your favorite place to shop?:flash n'splash. surfbabe. roxy!&lt;br /&gt;2. have any tattoos or piercings?:three piercings.   &lt;br /&gt;3. what is your favorite thing to wear?:short-skirts!*like,totally!* &lt;br /&gt;4. what is a must have accessory?:erm.. ?&lt;br /&gt;5. how much is the most you've ever spent on a &lt;br /&gt;single item of clothing?:i duno.a hundred plus on a pair of jeans? &lt;br /&gt;7. what are your favorite shoes?:flat thongs, adidas superstars!&lt;br /&gt;8. do you have certain jewelry that you wear?:do earrings count?&lt;br /&gt;9. do you match your belt with your hair &lt;br /&gt;color?:no...&lt;br /&gt;10. what is the worst thing you've ever thought &lt;br /&gt;looked good?:urgh. clunky shoes.&lt;br /&gt;11. what are you wearing right now?:suuper old mg shorts n'ratty old tee!&lt;br /&gt;12. how many pairs of shoes do you own?:cant be bothered to count.(:&lt;br /&gt;s p e c i f i c s&lt;br /&gt;1. do you do drugs?:obviously not,you dope.&lt;br /&gt;2. what kind of shampoo do you use?:original source mint+lavender. &lt;br /&gt;3. what are you most scared of?:cockroaches.yaaah!&lt;br /&gt;4. what are you listening to right now?:the endless chatter of my cousin. if you're talking about music.. its er.. black eyed peas.&lt;br /&gt;5. who is the last person that called you?:nush the sheep lover.&lt;br /&gt;6. where do you want to get married?:i dont even have a steady yet!!&lt;br /&gt;7. how many buddies are online right now?:two. mymy. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;8. what would you change about yourself?:physically or what?&lt;br /&gt;9. what are essentials in your life?:bah.&lt;br /&gt;10. if you had the power to do any one thing,what would it be?:i dunno?&lt;br /&gt;11. what nationality are you?:er. oh dear. i must be suffering from amnesia!&lt;br /&gt;12. do you send out holiday cards each year?:to *certain* people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;h a v e | y o u | e v e r&lt;br /&gt;1. given someone a bath?:my doggie!&lt;br /&gt;2. smoked?:ewww. never.i hope.&lt;br /&gt;3. bungee jumped?: nope. bah!&lt;br /&gt;4. made yourself throw up?:nearly.&lt;br /&gt;5. skinny dipped?:not &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;.hhaha&lt;br /&gt;6. made yourself cry to get outta trouble?:no way! annu...&lt;br /&gt;7. cried when someone died?:d'uh.&lt;br /&gt;8. fallen for your best friend?:eeew.&lt;br /&gt;9. been rejected?:i think so.&lt;br /&gt;10. rejected someone?:oh dear. &lt;br /&gt;11. used someone?:i dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;c u r r e n t&lt;br /&gt;1. hair:shoulder-length, with a fringe&lt;br /&gt;2. music:rock'pop&lt;br /&gt;3. make-up:lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;4. annoyance:pesty people.&lt;br /&gt;5. scent:uhm..beyond paradise.i loove the bottle.not so crazy about the scent though.&lt;br /&gt;6. favorite artist:er.*frowns* ??&lt;br /&gt;7. favorite group:again, i like lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;8. desktop picture:blank.nil.nada.&lt;br /&gt;9. book you're reading:how to deal.&lt;br /&gt;10. cd in player:elephunk.honey soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;11. dvd in player: not watching anything.&lt;br /&gt;12. color of toenails:violent purple. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108757983435722130?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108757983435722130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108757983435722130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108757983435722130' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108680036105288450</id><published>2004-06-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:08:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;thanks sheryl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lovethelayout.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108680036105288450?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108680036105288450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108680036105288450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108680036105288450' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108667435510313974</id><published>2004-06-08T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:59:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dahlia.!! (: sheryl here. so how do ya find the lay? is it alrites? quite plain yeah. changed the font colours and stuff. hope you dont mind the ugly colours |: tell me what you think k. tag me!! (x sorry for blogging fer ya ^^   -huggles&amp;snuggles-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108667435510313974?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108667435510313974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108667435510313974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108667435510313974' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108619588014935604</id><published>2004-06-03T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T01:04:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my layout!changed my layout! *does a little twirly dance* &lt;br /&gt;went shopping with nush yesterday and *gasp* didnt buy anything much! wow! i have &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; self-control!&lt;br /&gt;i am proud to announce that i only spent $6.80! on two alice bands and a scrunchie. i think im going shopping again soon. i hope. i wanna buy a new bag. my ugly old converse one is getting old. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108619588014935604?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108619588014935604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108619588014935604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108619588014935604' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108575300209925692</id><published>2004-05-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:03:22.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohyeahs.junns is in paris!lucky dumpling.she got to miss school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108575300209925692?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108575300209925692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108575300209925692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575300209925692' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108575291361503528</id><published>2004-05-28T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:01:53.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woot.i cant believe it.the holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.i dunno why im so unexcited.strange.in january i was pining for the march holidays, but now, its like.-whatever-&lt;br /&gt;stupid blogger's taking so long to update.grr!im annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;haha.becky sprained her ankle.so she was wearing these straw coloured black trimmed thongs to school today,then she took them off and some people were playing with them.i mean like by the time annushkha and i walked in,her slippers were already off and she was sitting at the back of the class.then she asked jia to go get them for her.so jia did.she threw them to becky, and one hit me on the head!i was so pissed off.then i screamed at her and chased her out of class.and when i finally caught up with her,i kind of pinched her.so she got angry and i started to feel really bad about it.i know shes never gonna see this but,hey jia!im really sorry.(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. annushkhas a &lt;strong&gt;prefect in training&lt;/strong&gt;!!whoo!haha. hope she doesnt book me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108575291361503528?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108575291361503528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108575291361503528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108575291361503528' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108487720783579055</id><published>2004-05-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T18:46:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stacey came over after school yesterday.something about not wanting to be alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;but we had loads of fun.we were doing stupid stretches in a bid to help me do a split.. but nooo unflexible ol' me still couldn't.&lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we were doing it in the middle of bring it on.i have come to understand some of the dialogue in a new light. *hem hem*&lt;br /&gt;right now though, im still not sure if i should drop higher chinese, but i think im going to. yes.i think so.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. i just cant make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;grumble.&lt;div 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;bah!&lt;/strong&gt;the mid years are here...&lt;br /&gt;die.i think i didnt do too well for science!section c was really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;and history was today.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and math *horrors* is on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i mean math is ok, but i cant stand my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;forget what i said..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108393717600351018?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108393717600351018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108393717600351018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393717600351018' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108272544789493173</id><published>2004-04-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:08:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): mid-years &lt;em&gt;comingsoon&lt;/em&gt;! bah.&lt;br /&gt;i was quite happy this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs chen to school for the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaay!whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;shes so biased against me man! like when i dont understand something,and i ask her to repeat it, she goes,"are you liistening or not?!iisiit one ear go in one ear go out??"&lt;br /&gt;honestly!so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;grr.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108272544789493173?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108272544789493173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108272544789493173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108272544789493173' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108220100317784978</id><published>2004-04-17T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T19:31:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my gawd.i wanna cry.im so depressed. &lt;br /&gt;we only got &lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; place.well, i mean at least we didnt get last, but thats still miserable. &lt;em&gt;i mean,third???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;according to everyone i looked really grumpy.oops.i mean cos cheerleaders are supposed to be so smiley all the time. i smiled..i did!but when i did my chair,and &lt;em&gt;dear eunice&lt;/em&gt; forgot to put up her sign, argh!that was so embarassing!then i started to stress cos every one was laughing so i stopped smiling and started to feel really worried.&lt;br /&gt;so finally, at the end,when we were done, lynette and sarah b. started crying.then &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; turned around and cried too!haha, but nobody noticed cos i was already walking to the changing room.&lt;br /&gt;at least i got a notebook!! (:&lt;br /&gt;sigh*\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108220100317784978?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108220100317784978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108220100317784978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108220100317784978' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108160207980370658</id><published>2004-04-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:10:35.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY!!i finally got my costume!its quite nice.a sleeveless v-neck green top with a bolt of lightning down the front and a short green skirt with a black band around the waist.i like the skirt,but i dont really like the top.oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;nush is having her constellations concert now.oops.should have gone to support her but i was too lazy.sorry nush.not that interested in ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;jeanette just told me that she got the soundtrack for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/oc/"&gt;the O.C&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i want!! i think that ben mckenzie[or whatever his name is] is pretty cute,but i dont think mischa barton is that gorgeous.i mean,she looks really pretty in some shots,but in others,she looks &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;but thats just what i think,so,yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108160207980370658?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108160207980370658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108160207980370658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108160207980370658' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108151463554514008</id><published>2004-04-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:47:44.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back history yesterday!cant believe i didnt fail!whoohoo!but i got quite low anyway.a freaking &lt;strong&gt;seventeen&lt;/strong&gt;!upon twentyfive.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; bloody pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;not because of that tho'.my marmie just made me so &lt;strong&gt;mad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean &lt;em&gt;honestly!&lt;/em&gt;its about my rather &lt;strong&gt;two-faced&lt;/strong&gt; cousin.not you sarah.obviously.its my bratty nine-year old cousin.the &lt;strong&gt;princess.&lt;/strong&gt; i mean.how would you feel if your cousin bad-mouthed you to everybody else?&lt;br /&gt;freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108151463554514008?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108151463554514008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108151463554514008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151463554514008' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108151250222573624</id><published>2004-04-09T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:12:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.had prac just now.im sad to say that i dont think i am a very important member of the squad.oh wells.whatever.anyhow,i hope we're getting our uniforms soon.jackson got theirs today.&lt;strong&gt;luck-y!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like the song on miss wee's blog.i wanted to use it,but, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll stick to closing time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108151250222573624?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108151250222573624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108151250222573624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151250222573624' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108143895289431463</id><published>2004-04-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:46:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh.havent blogged for so long.bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;i should be watching &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/oc/"&gt;the OC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now,but ive already watched the first episode so..&lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had our math test.yuck.so awful.hope i didnt fail.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108143895289431463?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108143895289431463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108143895289431463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108143895289431463' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108089213330187818</id><published>2004-04-02T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:52:32.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick.ive got a &lt;em&gt;very mild fever&lt;/em&gt;,but still a fever nevertheless,a &lt;em&gt;baad cough &lt;/em&gt;and a &lt;em&gt;sore throat&lt;/em&gt;.tsk.shouldnt have eaten those &lt;strong&gt;sour cream potato chips &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;em&gt;lao shis &lt;/em&gt;house yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;wellwells.at least i got to miss history,math and home econs.haha. cos we had temperature taking today,and since i had a fever,i got sent to the sick bay. so i lay there for a few hours listening to the sound of nothing.real fun!&lt;em&gt;yeah right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.have to go for the annoying swim meet tomorrow.well usually i can cheer quite loudly but with my bloody sore throat i dont know how i'll manage.then straight after that,i'll have compulsory practice.so this makes it all very saaad.&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://peachieblue.blogspot.com"&gt;nushki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didnt come to school today!moan.and i was just trying to call her to tell her that the lit workshop was postponed but i was too late.apparently shes in school now, most probably waiting &lt;em&gt;ever so patiently&lt;/em&gt; for the lit workshop to start.poot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108089213330187818?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108089213330187818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108089213330187818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089213330187818' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108040173272789814</id><published>2004-03-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:40:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.just came back from saturday night jukebox. it was quite nice &lt;em&gt;lah.&lt;/em&gt;the first half was really boring though.just these dumb piano recitals and stuff.i mean, they were played really well but it was kinda booring.&lt;br /&gt;but the second half was really cool!they had this &lt;strong&gt;rock concert&lt;/strong&gt; thing and they sang these really great songs./they sang happy together.closing time, that thing you do,and basically the more famous songs.&lt;br /&gt;anyhow,we had practice today.then halfway through,at like 12.30 we went to the tailor to do our measurements for the costume. im so flat-chested!bah!but at least the woman said that my waist was small.hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;im crapping.&lt;br /&gt;getting sleepyyy.&lt;br /&gt;nites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108040173272789814?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108040173272789814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108040173272789814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108040173272789814' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108031120733853511</id><published>2004-03-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:30:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xxhazeleyesxx/quizzes/What%20attracts%20people%20to%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xxhazeleyesxx/1055198553_seleresult.JPG" border="0" alt="People like you becuase you're beautiful!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What attracts people to you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.. im so beeyootifuul.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right. i like the pic though.does anybody know who that is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108031120733853511?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108031120733853511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108031120733853511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031120733853511' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108030762193320865</id><published>2004-03-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T21:39:13.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>surfing &lt;a href="http://www.roxy.com"&gt;roxy&lt;/a&gt; now...Hehe. I'm obsessed! i really want to get the red netted bag.its gorge! nush wants to get the blue one so.. you know, it wont be totally the same.wellwells/&lt;br /&gt;anyway,yesterday i was so caught up in talking about the party for the old folks that i forgot to mention that &lt;strong&gt;lao shi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;walked out on us&lt;/em&gt;. i mean according to san,she said that lao shi told them that we made her very angry, but i dont get it..what did we do?well,except for elishea laughing non-stop,i dont know what we did.she just threw up her hands,said that she didnt want to teach anymore,and walked out of the class &lt;br /&gt;while all of us gaped.i was so shocked.thats the first time that ever happened to me.or anybody else in 1h for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;everybody was like "wha...?" for the next ten seconds.then we snapped out of it and started discussing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;today was quite cool tho.we didnt have science cos mrs low went to take the bowling girls for a competition.there was no relief teacher,so everybody was just slacking.well, i was at least.&lt;br /&gt;hope i can go to saturday night jukebox tomorrow.everythings too last minute.dunno if mum will let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108030762193320865?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108030762193320865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108030762193320865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108030762193320865' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108022480651439036</id><published>2004-03-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T22:31:46.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.today we had our party for the old folks.[for CIP]anyway.*wrinkles nose* it was so sad!i saw this old man with one eye and,well, distorted hands!!the poor dahling!i mean the space where his eye used to be was all pink and ..eye-sockety.ok.thats dumb.but yeah! and i dunno what happened to his hands, but i felt really sorry for him, and he was being so nice and all. ):&lt;br /&gt;but i was quite ,erm, relieved, cos there was no prac today.its on SATURDAY!oh dear. hope lee wins again this year! *wish wish wish*&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.tralala.&lt;br /&gt;dotdotdot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108022480651439036?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108022480651439036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108022480651439036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022480651439036' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-108011382161272420</id><published>2004-03-24T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T15:41:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;brr.its cold in here..there must be some LEE HOUSE in the atmosphere!&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;hmm.im in school now.drama ws so damn boring.we were watching westside story and urgh.whatever man.whats the point of watching a show when you dont even understand what theyre saying.*whatever*&lt;br /&gt;i failed chinese.i did sooo badly.): baah.&lt;br /&gt;went for cheerleading prac yesterday.havent learnt new dance yet annd..i cant go tomorrow!some stupid class party or something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-108011382161272420?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108011382161272420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/108011382161272420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011382161272420' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107967527724136469</id><published>2004-03-19T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T13:51:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah!i also bought my new rashie.mhmm.its piink!with the words roxy on the front,and a pair of slippers at the back. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107967527724136469?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107967527724136469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107967527724136469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967527724136469' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107967510444678535</id><published>2004-03-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T13:48:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haa.stayed up to like four last night.hehe,i was playing erm.. some stupid playstation game.cant remember the name, but it was really fun. the underground or something.&lt;br /&gt;aaaarghhh.stressing about school.im so scared that i'll fail my chinese test again.and then &lt;em&gt;lao shi&lt;/em&gt; will think im totally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i cant fail.&lt;br /&gt;i cant fail.&lt;br /&gt;i cant fail.&lt;br /&gt;*sob*dont wanna go back to school! &lt;br /&gt;*grumbles* had tuition yesterday.stupid mingjie[is that his name?] kept on making cracks about me being a bimbo.whatever.hey,just because im cheerleader doesnt mean that im automatically a bimbo right? siigh.stupid boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107967510444678535?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107967510444678535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107967510444678535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967510444678535' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107918200316244922</id><published>2004-03-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:50:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wonderful.cheerleading practice today wasnt tiring!for once.except that i didnt eat lunch and i couldnt lock my legs properly..so i nearly fell.but i think our routine isn't too bad.it sounds pretty good if i do say so myself.oh well.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping today!bought two pairs of roxy shorts.love em.i was also looking for a nice bag,but i couldnt find one.alright.i guess roxy bags &lt;strong&gt;arent&lt;/strong&gt; that nice. hmm.dunno if i should get a rashie next.i mean,every time i go swimming,i start to freeze my ass off and my skin starts to look kinda blue and goosebumpy.so disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107918200316244922?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107918200316244922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107918200316244922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107918200316244922' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107909612491382566</id><published>2004-03-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:06:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la-dee-da..going shopping tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;aww.today was ms wee's last day with us.*sniff*gonna miss her so much/hmm.hope that mrs yeo or something is going to be nice.&lt;strong&gt;apparently&lt;/strong&gt; she is.APPARENTLY. so nushki and i got her this really cuute happyhouse sheep loopie.it looked cute but its legs were suuper long. kinda odd looking/&lt;br /&gt;anyway.argh.hmm..as i was saying.today's the first day of the fricking march holidays!im quite booked though.but who cares!i get to sleep late,watch tv.i dont know. just be freeee!go stark raving mad and rip off my clothes.*yeah right*&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel like hugging sheryl.she's like my comfort bolster.yupp.&lt;br /&gt;seriously hope i didnt flunk chinese.lao shi was like kind of scolding me and *looks away*sigh.so depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107909612491382566?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107909612491382566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107909612491382566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107909612491382566' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107881380429224150</id><published>2004-03-09T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:33:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yupp,im on the school computer now.stuck in the library while waiting for sucky SMO to start.yuck.whatever. &lt;br /&gt;sigh,hope mum lets me join the drums thing.i mean its still like a music instrument right??gaah.im rambling. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107881380429224150?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107881380429224150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107881380429224150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881380429224150' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107875743262571492</id><published>2004-03-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:53:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes!chinese test was postponed to thursday!still have to study for it though.bleurgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107875743262571492?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107875743262571492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107875743262571492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107875743262571492' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107864107145146609</id><published>2004-03-07T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T14:35:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh, went for sharon's wedding dinner last night.hmm.sharon and janice are starting to look &lt;em&gt;quite&lt;/em&gt; alike.yeahh.luckily marianne,emma and rachel came.otherwise sarah and i would probably have died of boredom halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;i really liked one of sharon's dresses.it was purplish with a longgg train.so nice!but not that i'm ever going to wear one/at least not now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.damn.gotta study for chinese now.test is on tuesday.cant flunk it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107864107145146609?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107864107145146609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107864107145146609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864107145146609' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107856019896329166</id><published>2004-03-06T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T16:10:13.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tsk.my stupid chatterbox isnt working!damn.hmm.went to bodyworld today.so sick!but well, i touched a liver and this brain.the liver felt kind of rubbery and the brain felt... solid.i even rapped it.felt like plastic.mann.oh and we saw these deformed foetus's and they were so scary.like one of them didnt have a skull,another had a huge tumour on its head. ohh.*shudder*oh and then there was this woman with with a smokers lung and a foetus in her stomach.and they disected it so that we could see the foetus!blurgh.after seeing that, we all left pretty sharpish.so amanda,ruth,nush and i went off to the coffee bean there,where we shared a large chocolate ice-blended and amanda and i had a chicken pot pie,(each).nush had some whats-its-name chicken sandwich,and ruth had a curry-puff.and then when we were done, we started talking about some annoying p6 girl.and the mg musical.oh and then i drew a *ahem* nice flower one amanda's knee.yey.the busride back was pretty boring tho'/yawn.quite a lot of people fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;oh shiit.gotta stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107856019896329166?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107856019896329166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107856019896329166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107856019896329166' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107848883148301755</id><published>2004-03-05T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T20:17:32.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ungh.today was horrible!!got back my CA marks and i did soo badly! and i was so sleepy cos i couldnt get up this morning!*frowns*but yesterday was quite nice,we had a fire drill, and it looked so real.except for the smoke machine.or the fake victims.or the... anyway,it was still nice.especially cos we got to skip class.then after the fire drill,we got to watch this movie.osmosis jones or something.it was ok i guess.something about germs and stuff. oh yeah and mrs goy came back to mg secondary.oh man,i really miss 6.3.*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;but in the afternoon,cheerleading practice was really tiring, so when i got home i fell asleep and didnt do tuition homework.oh well.had to do it in the car on the way to tuition.then when i got home at like 9.30, and finished eating dinner,it was already ,what, 10.sooo,in the not so short space of 1 hr and 45 mins i had to write my lit paper and do my math homework.man.thursdays are so damn packed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107848883148301755?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107848883148301755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107848883148301755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107848883148301755' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107832628033398018</id><published>2004-03-03T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:07:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*grumble*&lt;/strong&gt;i'm stuck on the last question of my stupid pw survey.damn.&lt;br /&gt;ugh!how on earth do you do it??! oh gosh.so sleepyy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107832628033398018?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107832628033398018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107832628033398018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832628033398018' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107831439041850165</id><published>2004-03-03T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:49:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supposed to be doing pw survey now.gotta pass it up tomorrow!*panics*and practically everyone else has done it...yeah but whatever.i'll go do it.soon..&lt;br /&gt;hmm,drama today was quite ok.we watched some wacky old musical called funnyface.one of mrs lim's favourites.the story was quite interesting but marissa kept on saying that it was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;mg musical drama results were posted todayy.a few sec one's got in.not that many tho'.too bad.*smirk*at least i'm working backstage.dont need to buy tickets.i think.hopefully we wont need to.&lt;br /&gt;oop.better go do my work now! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107831439041850165?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107831439041850165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107831439041850165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831439041850165' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546602.post-107823008471560027</id><published>2004-03-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:25:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn.supposed to be studying for science now. Just had a math test today,think i did baadly.. baah.i seem to be doing really badly this year. urgh.it's like my chinese is the worst in the class!yeah think it is.*frowns*&lt;br /&gt;hey at least the holidays coming soon!can go &lt;strong&gt;shopping!!&lt;/strong&gt;wheeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546602-107823008471560027?l=seeingstars-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107823008471560027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546602/posts/default/107823008471560027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seeingstars-.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823008471560027' title=''/><author><name>dahlia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
