<?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-19380863</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>only hope.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-116349626567757819</id><published>2006-11-14T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T01:24:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PARTY!!!&lt;br /&gt;@ coccolatte, the gallery hotel&lt;br /&gt;27th of november&lt;br /&gt;9pm till late&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;amp;B hip hop bash&lt;br /&gt;tag if your interested!!&lt;br /&gt;more details on the ticket!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-116349626567757819?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/116349626567757819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=116349626567757819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/116349626567757819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/116349626567757819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/11/party-coccolatte-gallery-hotel-27th-of.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115857264972779159</id><published>2006-09-18T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:44:09.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pride myself in the fact that i've never been tied down. that i've never had to commit myself to anyone. how many people can actually say that. I CAN.lol.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna ride away&lt;br /&gt;And feel the sun throughout my hair&lt;br /&gt;Finally free to be who I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Who that is I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i've got friends who love me&lt;br /&gt;bright stars shine above me&lt;br /&gt;my brown hair is everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;gonna spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;its my chance to shine&lt;br /&gt;discovering&lt;br /&gt;so much more in life!&lt;br /&gt;SWEET SIXTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115857264972779159?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115857264972779159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115857264972779159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115857264972779159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115857264972779159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-pride-myself-in-fact-that-ive-never.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115780983665968994</id><published>2006-09-09T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T06:54:57.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear i updated the other day!!hmph.ANYHOW.been playing golf and its been (to quote someone) exhilarating. to see the ball fly as you wonder where it'll drop!im still not good of course i mean c'mon!i started last week?haha but HEY im not THAT bad.even my dad says im pretty good! which is REALLY rare cause he hardly compliments anyone you know? so im really glad! he's so much more excited bout me playing golf then tennis!haha.so i've got to practice practice practice! its a GREAT game i love it. i hope i can get my own set soon!a tailor made one at that! hmm now im just stuck between my dads and my sister's extremely lousy junior set. but im moving up just you wait!cant WAIT to get a real coach. haha. SO i've got to play LOTS of golf after my exams and ive got to do. this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go play on swings at the playground!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feeling of wind in my hair..&lt;br /&gt;the tickly feeling in my tummy&lt;br /&gt;the sounds of laughter&lt;br /&gt;as i swing back down to earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115780983665968994?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115780983665968994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115780983665968994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115780983665968994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115780983665968994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-swear-i-updated-other-dayhmph.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115734714086404354</id><published>2006-09-03T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:23:34.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went shopping with my mum CASSANDRA.besides we sorta shop/study the other day?!anyway i played golf yesterday!LOVE IT! can you tell? im like swooning.it was great. my new love.hmm.seeing the ball FLY. hearing my dad say good. was (to quote someone) exhilarating.my dad rarely compliments us you know? so i was really happy.im gonna play again today and i cant wait!!!!!though my hands are hurting. hmm but im definitely playing. which reminds me i should add playing lots of golf to my after the Os list. and OOH. i have to add. this.&lt;br /&gt;- go to the playground, and play on swings!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the feeling of wind in my hair..&lt;br /&gt;the tickly feeling in my tummy and the sounds of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;when i swing back down to earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115734714086404354?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115734714086404354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115734714086404354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115734714086404354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115734714086404354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-went-shopping-with-my-mum-cassandra.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115691702577300108</id><published>2006-08-29T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:50:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>david's HORRID.he obviously has no taste for music. and he plays the violin!okay you know i think i might as well delete this blog cause im so lazy to have to update it.PLUS because i dont update it its SO out of date so whats the point right?gosh.like its the middle of my prelims and the first wave has ended!more to come after the holidays.and i MUST MUST watch the devil wears prada.OOH.i cant wait.which reminds me its teacher's day tomorrow!lots of presents to buy.i badly badly want to go shopping but everyone's so busy mugging I KNOW.i should be one of them but cant i sin once in a while?PLEASE. that is if i can even find company.gosh i cant wait.i should make a list. of what im gonna do after the O's. and its going to be a hell of a list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115691702577300108?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115691702577300108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115691702577300108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115691702577300108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115691702577300108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/08/davids-horrid.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115496217060418357</id><published>2006-08-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T07:49:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we totally OWNED today. great game. 7 to 0. MAN. we're like really good. haha. and the opposing team switched people during half time and we still totally beat em! when the new team realised the score was 7 to 0, they totally left the field haha.studied after till like bout 8.30 and played again for half an hour lol.i love soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115496217060418357?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115496217060418357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115496217060418357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115496217060418357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115496217060418357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-totally-owned-today.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115476837172654642</id><published>2006-08-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T01:59:31.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;soccer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115476837172654642?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115476837172654642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115476837172654642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115476837172654642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115476837172654642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115425868420213855</id><published>2006-07-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:24:44.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really wish someone could hear me now. all i have is God. but yet i yearn for something, something tangible. oh God. help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115425868420213855?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115425868420213855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115425868420213855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115425868420213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115425868420213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-wish-someone-could-hear-me.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115193583840717539</id><published>2006-07-03T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:10:38.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there goes!!my birthday...and guitar night all in a blink of an eye. it was wonderful yet not so.. a total dream come true yet a nightmare. lets start with 30th of june 2006. practiced our butts of days before and its THE day. practiced somemore and before long its already 7.30 started off alright i guess with the first 4 songs.. adele and teresa said the dance was funny cause they thought i looked like kiil!! and was wearing my brothers pants. which i totally was not! thats half the show done and then there were the guest performances and the junior ensemble, yue liang dai biao wo de xing and then it was the ONE i've been worrying about since eternity we practiced and all.. but still. it was pretty much a flop. i started and... the mike wasn't working. then i was so freaked out and it was cold. my voice was feeble. everything we practiced.. was over.. in just well that few minutes. definitely didnt go the way i prayed or hoped or wished it would've. so much for my singing career. haha. well that was embarrassing enough. i guess for now i'll just retreat to my bathroom and practice there till the day i emerge VICTORIOUS. then may the world hear me sing. anyhow. after that fiasco, adele, teresa, michelle, lucille, rachel, grace, cassandra, josh, sam and i headed out for supper at the old market!! they made me get drinks for everyone while they prepared the cake!:) i could see from afar as i made my way back but it was still VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY sweet! IT WAS THE BEST PART OF THE NIGHT. it was the most WONDERFULLEST CAKE EVER. cause it read : YOU'RE SEXY, YOU'RE HOT, YOU'RE EVERYTHING, WE'RE NOT! they sang me a birthday song too! everyone could hear. YAY ME. it was really wonderful really truely, that night was God sent. He gave me a chance to sing, He gave me an audience, He gave me my friends, He gave me a family.He gave me so much. just so much. im truely blessed. anyhow. it was truely a great night with most of my friends there!:)  i was just beaming the whole night. its just that wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115193583840717539?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115193583840717539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115193583840717539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115193583840717539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115193583840717539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-goesmy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115071956503427191</id><published>2006-06-19T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T05:19:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nova Vita: a new life&lt;br /&gt;Guitar night&lt;br /&gt;DBS Auditorium; 6 shenton way, 3rd level, DBS building Tower 1&lt;br /&gt;30th June, 7 pm&lt;br /&gt;tickets: 10 bucks each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tickets are selling fast! i only have 1 or 2 left. anyone? call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115071956503427191?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115071956503427191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115071956503427191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115071956503427191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115071956503427191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/06/nova-vita-new-life-guitar-night-dbs.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-115012327772154750</id><published>2006-06-12T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:41:17.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.today sure was pretty intense..had this whole thing bout the singing item for guitar night. i guess we were just trying to make it a blast and there was some kind of like miscoummunication weren't very happy with each other and there was this whole argument. sigh. and i wonder why cant they just leave it as it is gosh.but either way im glad everything turned out fine. hopefully we're back on track but the song isnt settled yet. i seriously have no idea. i mean the songs been changed a thousand times. to compromise. oh my. i only pray that we find a song soon. hope miss ng will agree with the whole new idea. i really hope she wont cancel it. otherwise guitar night would totally be boring. what with classical and chinese songs. sigh. oh Lord, my sheperd. guide me. may i sing with amazing grace and power, with trust that you are here. and may i be given i chance. may i sing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-115012327772154750?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/115012327772154750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=115012327772154750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115012327772154750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/115012327772154750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/06/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114891205263321364</id><published>2006-05-29T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:14:12.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOO!!chinese O's are over. yet i have this unsettling feeling.i REALLY hope i get an A1 REALLY!! REALLY!! it was really scary..to think all that preparation. in and out of the battlefield in matter of hours.. and its all over. frankly, i find it hard to believe. well mids were totally impossible. absolutely horrible in case you were wondering. Now all i want to do is SLEEP and rest and go on a LONG holiday. go shopping and have fun! yet my schedule is filled throughout the month, with endless practices and lessons. stretching fomr mondays to saturdays every weeek. after all, its not over yet. still a LONG way to go. sigh. im tired. worn out! just SO tired. like running in an endless marathon. round and round again. i scream i want to stop! but NO! keep going! they scream on the sidelines. dont give up they say! and its just so simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114891205263321364?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114891205263321364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114891205263321364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114891205263321364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114891205263321364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ooochinese-os-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114752854224744728</id><published>2006-05-13T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T06:55:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WENT SHOPPING TODAY. FINALLY. then i spot this bottom which i've been looking for and well. i dont know if i should buy it. i really want to. but i'll feel bad after buying. or would i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114752854224744728?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114752854224744728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114752854224744728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114752854224744728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114752854224744728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/05/went-shopping-today.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114450671287509974</id><published>2006-04-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:33:19.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The facades i carry&lt;br /&gt;i no longer know.&lt;br /&gt;fatigued and weary&lt;br /&gt;weighed down by my woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mask that has encased me&lt;br /&gt;i no longer breathe.&lt;br /&gt;no friends nor kin, i can call my own&lt;br /&gt;unknown. unheard. unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my purpose unknown&lt;br /&gt;unincluded i am&lt;br /&gt;faded i am.&lt;br /&gt;unwanted i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastered smiles&lt;br /&gt;world unfeeling&lt;br /&gt;i cry&lt;br /&gt;alone and bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet who is to save me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114450671287509974?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114450671287509974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114450671287509974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114450671287509974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114450671287509974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/04/facades-i-carry-i-no-longer-know.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114268658562602274</id><published>2006-03-18T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T04:56:25.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHE'S ALRIGHT. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114268658562602274?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114268658562602274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114268658562602274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114268658562602274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114268658562602274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/03/shes-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114217080159259717</id><published>2006-03-12T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:40:01.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the operation is this wednesday. i can only pray. and trust in knowing that God would never forsake me, my mum or anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114217080159259717?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114217080159259717/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114200077140954969</id><published>2006-03-10T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:26:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i question my existence. perhaps i have always been outside the "circle of trust" afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114200077140954969?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114200077140954969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114200077140954969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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unable to keep up. i only blame my incompetence. i feel irresponsible. i didnt mean to forget to photocopy the notes for the class..twice i have failed her she said. i could not be trusted. i found no words to defend myself but to calm my mind. i have lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114191306832174213?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114191306832174213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114191306832174213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114191306832174213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114191306832174213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-feel-weight-of-world-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114042273523970012</id><published>2006-02-19T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:10:22.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i found out during the weekend that my mum didnt actually go for the operation to take out her womb last year cause she doesnt have enough blood. Apparently she had simply taken out that growth in her womb and this year there seems to have been another growth and the doctor says its would be safer to take the womb out so i guess..out it comes.next month. thankfully of course its not cancerous.Currently she is supposed to build up her strength so as to prepare her for the operation. It is rather safe i suppose..but every operation has its risks. I have this unsettling feeling. i tried to propel my dad to do something yesterday and he asked me what was I doing to help. i realised i havent done anything. i said before that i wanted to be a surgeon. to save lifes. Yet there is only so many you can save. i'm flooded uncontrollaby of all the guilt. my consience is playing me and i feel guilty and condemned of all the past faults. All the times i have neglected her feelings, all the times i had made her cry. All the times i have been unfilial. I am unworthy. Incompetent and absolutely unworthy of all the selfless love she has given me throughout the years. i was selfish and unfeeling, unsensitive to her. She's probably the closest thing to God i've ever known on earth. and i can only pray, hope, wish. that everything would be alright. she doesnt deserve this. Never this. The same crooked mistakes keeps replaying in my head. i cry. i ask God to let me take her place why wont he let me take her place? i beg but i am unheard. She has done so much yet nothing to adhere to such pain. i begin to question my being. what have i done. perhaps she would be happier without me. perhaps it is me that has caused her all this. i would do more then anything. anything if she could get better again. im sorry, for crying today. im supposed to be strong am i not?i cannot hold on. am i to cry everynight for the rest of the month worrying? i dont know.i doubt my competence, for i am a pathetic soul. and would gladly be tormented by all the pain if i could take her place. they say crying it all out will help. i say it is not true. nothing can truely erase the pain. people would say: she would not want you to be this way. But it can only do so much to pull a tear stained soul together. Lord, please. let me take her place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114042273523970012?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114042273523970012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114042273523970012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114042273523970012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114042273523970012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-so-i-found-out-during-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-114026521906883004</id><published>2006-02-18T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T04:20:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. so valentine's day is over and as usual still single and totally bored. plus. we had guitar like on tuesday which ended near 6. what a great day to spend huh like in school till 6. and im SO sorry tarcia! dont worry i bought something else.i mean you got me something i definitely got to get YOU something. gosh. life's really boring. i realised my life revovles around school, homework family.i mean seriously.i dont have a life. lets see my everyday routine hmm.. school, home, bath, homework, sleep. hows that for concise.  thats it. thats pretty much what i do everyday. and lets see love life. oh wait can you actually categorise it that way? well. zit. zelch. nada. zero. nothing. am i like immaculately deformed or smth.  and whats most horrible is since my life is so totally boring that there shouldnt be and distractions. and i should be totally concentrating on my studies rights cause it the O's and all. but nooo.im just so horribly lazy that i just go sleep on my bed or smth and i just dont get any work done. i find myself thinking..dreaming of something else i guess. fantasy is so much better then reality.literally.SIGH. im such a failure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-114026521906883004?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/114026521906883004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=114026521906883004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114026521906883004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/114026521906883004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113767131603295322</id><published>2006-01-15T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T03:48:36.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohgawd.secondary 4 life is literally horrible i reach home at like 6 plus every single weekday.my only free days are sundays which wont be anymore soon. and this doesnt even include the remedial classes i KNOW we'll have when the exams comes around. im so tired. so tired of everything and guitar just makes everything worse. its not bout playing the guitar. i have fun playing, guitar its great. but its just really the people i guess. the uncohesive surrounding. i just dont have  a sense of belonging at all. and i hate it. i really do. thats probably the only reason i actually dislike going for practices and cant wait to quit. 5 more months. i cant wait. i guess they just dont like me for who i am. most of the times alicia and josceline just probably talk to me when they have nobody to talk to. and its just sick. it makes ME sick. i HATE it. why cant they just be genuinely nice. i suppose they are, to the people they like. i dont know what i should do try to be nicer or well, just go my own way. life's not that simple as a hilary duff movie.to keep trying things dont always go your way. WELL, atleast i have great friends in class and we have tonnes of endless fun. life's so much simpler and better.=) and all THAT above and before is just weighing me down. and its not just that. theres more, but i wont bore you guys with it. pooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.. is like a race. and you just keep running and running till you stop someday.. and im getting tired.really tired. and i just want to stop running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113767131603295322?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113767131603295322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113767131603295322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113767131603295322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113767131603295322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ohgawd.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113725008248613988</id><published>2006-01-14T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T06:57:14.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL should know that i have changed my email addy, to &lt;a href="mailto:starrkiss-@hotmail.com"&gt;starrkiss-@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has started.and i find myself drowning. everythings different now that its sec 4.. so much busier now. absolutely hectic. that i can hardly find time for myself. i feel tired and slow. i just can seem to believe that i'm sec 4 now.perhaps i am just not ready. i can only ask God to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, today was sec 1 orientation day had to wake up at like 6.45 to get ready to go to school.cause we had to reach school by 7.30. pooey. anyways i woke up late. like at 7 so i rushed got changed and stuff.and when i was ready to leave, i realised i didnt have black toed covered shoes. So i like spent half an hour looking through all the shoes and came to the conclusion that we didnt bring the shoes over cause i movede and all. not to mention i dont KNOW where it is. so i probably lost it. In the End i wore my mum's shoes instead. it was TERRIBLE. it fits fine. but i just didnt like the feeling of wearing someone else's shoes.whatevers. so i brought a pair of slippers. before i left my dad warned my bout my stitches cause i was like supposed to take it out last week but i also had guitar so i cancelled my dental appointment to go for it. and its been a week. so he told me i had better go and take it out before it sticks to my gums and i have to go fro another operation just to take the stitches out.so right after the performance i left cause i didnt want to prolong it furthur. i cant wait to QUIT guitar. half a year.half a year.you just dont feel a sense of belonging there at all i mean seriously. and you just feel totally left out.it just no fun. ohwells. anyways so on my way there i was messaging my friend, danny. He's so horrible. he told me that it hurts really bad and they cut and pull it out REAL hard. and that i'll bleed alot. SO EVIL rights. so untrue. my dentist put this strawberry flavoured thing to numb it a wee lil bit. but of course it still hurt and i bled A LITTLE. he said i'd bleed ALOT. LIAR. *pouts. so she took the stitches out and i was free to go. it HURTS. she asked if i finished my medicine and i didnt! she told me i had to cause if i didnt, i'd be resistant to antibiotics. COOL huh. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113725008248613988?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113725008248613988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113725008248613988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113725008248613988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113725008248613988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2006/01/all-should-know-that-i-have-changed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113595284897331198</id><published>2005-12-30T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:31:14.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh.my cheeks are like really swollen i absolutely look like spongebob squarepants.i mean seriously i look at myself in the mirror and i look WEIRD.fat weird.gosh.even my own brother says i look FAT!he says i look so fat he wants to take a picture.IM A CHUBBSTER.he says he feels like pinching it.and he wants to poke it.and they keep laughing: aha you look fat!so chubby. gosh and i've been like eating porridge.and my lil brother and sister were like stealing MY porridge gosh i cant eat and their stealing my porridge.can you believe this people?the worse thing is we're moving!so like my family's mostly out.and im all alone to fend for myself.the day of the op i even had a horrible dream!i dreamt that when i woke up it was all dark and when i tried to switch on the lights, the switch didnt work!everyone was out moving stuff and i was all alone.i was so freaked.and the i woke up.and yea.it was all dark.i walked out.and i tried to awitch on the lights it flickered but it came through.thank God.or it'll be a nightmare come true.guess what!i went next door and when everyone came back.i tried to switch on the lights again it didnt really work.it just kept flickering.freaky huh.*ouch.i just sneezed.did i mention i have stitches?i havent seen em yet cause i havent OPENED my mouth big enough.OHWELLS.in due time i will.when it doesnt hurt that bad anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113595284897331198?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113595284897331198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113595284897331198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113595284897331198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113595284897331198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2005/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113584178782336384</id><published>2005-12-28T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:36:27.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im like back from my operation it was at 9 today morning and IT HURTS.i cried for a good half an hour.lucky for the painkillers or i'd be dead.i could like hear the dentist cutting my gum REALLY weird sound.anyways.after the op the dentist's surgical gloves wear like totally reddish brown.i thought most surgical gloves were whitish yellow.for a moment i thought maybe cause he's special.and when i got back i realised it was soaked with my blood.gosh.it hurts horribly.the dentist says it'll swell most on the third day.anyways my lower lips were really numb my tongue too.i couldnt really swallow my saliva and my saliva had all that blood in it.i had to keep pukig it out.and it hurts even more.after the numbing thing started to vanish the real pain started.i went to sleep after all that crying.i still feel horrible thou..i can barely talk.it hurts to move my mouth.i wonder how i was gonna eat.my head hurts.this is not a good day for rui shan.na uh.perhaps i would go back to bed now.*ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113584178782336384?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113584178782336384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113584178782336384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113584178782336384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113584178782336384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-like-back-from-my-operation-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113552356782835739</id><published>2005-12-25T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:12:47.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!! :) may all your wishes and dreams come true. LOVE all of you out there.have a happy merry christmas!*kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113552356782835739?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113552356782835739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113552356782835739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113552356782835739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113552356782835739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-may-all-your-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113539687722556331</id><published>2005-12-23T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:15:15.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so mad!more hurt then mad actually.whatevers.stupid joshua siow.omg.i cant believe he blew us off for that stupid lying bitch.he knows how its gonna end.she broke his heart once and now she wants him back.she's SO gonna break his heart again.oh so just ONE call, ONE call he goes running back to her.cause he loves her so much.yea right.she's just he's first girl so he's all attached and he thinks its love.my ass.and just ONE call.he blows me off.whatever happened to OUR years of friendship.well obviously it wasnt as important.even when he called me first and i thought we could finally REALLY go out for once with cass and all.and i even brought his stupid christmas gift and you know what? he decided to go for a movie with the bitch.he didnt even get me a birthday gift in 6 months.. or a christmas gift.he's always broke.cause he'd be buying gifts for the bitch even when its not her bloody birthday.so he didn't buy me anything.FINE.that was that i didnt care much.NOW AGAIN.GOD.its been SIX BLOODY MONTHS.not a single shit.okay.its not even bout the presents.but i doubt very much he even thought about buying something.not even once.i doubt he even thought well bout me his very own sister.forget it.what friends do i have.he didnt think bout me then or now.and we're like supposed to be SISTERS.not on MY birthday not NOW not never.and after i DIE.he wouldnt CARE either.and if i die tomorrow he'll regret it for the rest of his life.she "promised" she gonna be committed.just by that, i can laugh my ass off.i can only pray he won't get hurt again.but then again.why should I care.i dont have much time left.everyone hates me.im insignificant.always been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113539687722556331?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113539687722556331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113539687722556331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113539687722556331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113539687722556331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-madmore-hurt-then-mad-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>starrkiss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513234921997383902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113482689184816408</id><published>2005-12-17T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T05:41:31.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on thursday, i went shopping with my little sister!yes.my little.sis just the two of us.cause i initially wanted to check out the mango sale.and oh my gawd.would you look at the crowd.it was MADNESS. like tonnes of people were at the mango stores. i didnt even wanna TRY to get in gosh.it was horrible.either way..we went to Guess? instead!it was so much better and i bought a new top.i LIKE IT.so there's my sis.who's like crazy bout lippies.gosh she's only 8 years old and she wants a lippie she has like 3 already!when i was 8 i didnt even know lippies existed!!she's SUCH a vainpot she puts lip balm even at home.i dont even do that.gosh...so in the end i bought her one from red earth.and i thought i'd pamper myself.so we headed over to estee lauder and I got a lippie TOO!heh.so exciting.the pure pops.smells yummy.i got some pink cupcake flavoured one.i cant wait to go shopping again gosh im such a shopaholic.anyways!i saved up like 100 bucks for my mum to go shopping!!like for christmas and everything cause i love her so much.and i just wanted to do something special for her so yea.i know..100 kinda little?but hey!i dont get allowance during the holidays ya know.so i had to work for it!tuition with my sis.SIGH.ohwells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113419240167675301</id><published>2005-12-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:26:41.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!i had fun yesterday!went to sam's and josh's church play bout the 7 sins was a GREAT show.fabulous job you guys. but of course.i totally could've done a better catwalk then SAM.heh.lol.and they put on SO much makeup!haha.that was really gay.but you guys were MARVELLOUS up there.had loads of fun last night.so much fun watchin them act and all.which after we headed to cafe cartel for supper.and we took a cab there cause cassandra cant walk and all.and when we got in.cass realised she didnt have her phone.apparently she left it in the cab..and we were kinda bummed called her phone a few times and the cabbie driver actually picked up!i think he only picked it up cause he had a passenger otherwise he probably would've just sold the phone already.so anyways.he put the passenger down and came back to give cass back the phone where she paid him 10 bucks.he was happy with the 10 bucks.and cass was grateful to have just got her phone back.we just got our food when my dad called saying i ahd to be home by 11.so me and cass quickly polished off our grilled chicken and left.after of course, listening to josh and michael sing tong hua in chinese.its was HORRIBLE.they're chinese is horrible.so anyways josh gave me 10 bucks to take the cab home.afterall he WAS supposed to put me at home so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on to a cab and like the stupid cab driver like u-turned 3 times waste my money.yea and dropped cass at some mrt station and was on MY way home.he like started driving in all those residential areas.so i was like kinda freaked.then i saw this sign the T sign that means its like a T road.if you go straight.he was about to go in..and for that moment i thought he was going to rape me or smth.i mean who the hell goes into a T road when there's a bloody sign there which says T.so i said "are you sure you know where you're going." then he was like oh.or somthing and backed out again and went the other way.it was a long ride home...and i kept my finger on the number 9 of my phone the whole time.when i reached i gave him 12 bucks and told him to keep the change.and i ran.i will NEVER ever ride a cab alone again.gawd.that was just scary.seriously.who knows wht he was thinking but im glad i asked that question.probably SCARED him into backing out.so THANK GOD.freakiest ride of my life.phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113419240167675301?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19380863.post-113396376666224699</id><published>2005-12-07T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T05:56:06.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i had fun shopping with my mum after my dental and i got my first watch one that i chose myself real pretty and you can change the straps too.3 pretty straps to choose from it from guess bout 200 bucks but its pretty!and i love it.and once again i thank God for everything i have.to think of it im extremely lucky compared to many people around the world.i have a family which i love dearly.esp my mum.i'd die for her.cause she just means so much to me.besides my family needs her more then they'd ever need me.so its a reasonable exchange my life for hers.SOLD.i have a roof over my head.lots of people in the 3rd world country dont.i have clothes to wear.i have 3 meals a day.i have friends, which i love too, second best.=) and simply just so much more.im blessed arent i.yes.i truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still there is that fact that on the 29th this month i shall be going for a minor operation of extracting both of my wisdom teeth from within my gums.(its hasnt grown out yet) but this step is crucial to be in time to go for the major operation next year after my O levels where the dentist would "break" my jaw and push it back.which after i would have to recuperate for a month atleast.i'm no really afraid.pain is inevitable.i do want to go for it.but..there;s the slioght problem of anesthesia during the wisdom teeth part.i dont want to know&lt;strong&gt; ANYTHING &lt;/strong&gt;that happens throughout.YET my parents are having second thoughts bout that anesthesia thing.cause its not exactly good for the body.SIGH.wish me good luck guys!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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kelly's party.i HOPE it'll be fun i wonder what we'll do.GTG.laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113366953578610900?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113366953578610900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113366953578610900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113366953578610900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113366953578610900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/2005/12/gosh-im-so-extremely-bored.html' 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day.usually for LUCK.(teresa made me say this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i have a really stupid brother.which is weird cause.im so smart.cant believe we're actually related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i love to tease my other brother like this - aiya aiya fat hippo, ah fat hippo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my hippotic brother loves to fart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the &lt;strong&gt;tagged&lt;/strong&gt; list!!&lt;br /&gt;1. cassandra!&lt;br /&gt;2. david!&lt;br /&gt;3. grace!&lt;br /&gt;4. terrie&lt;br /&gt;5. joshua siow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113344545028680816?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113344545028680816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>TODAY.went shopping with sam and terrie!we were looking for the prefect jacket for sam.met wiht him like at about 1 terrie wasnt there yet cause she had smth on..SO.we met at lucky plaza's bus stop and walked over to paragon where we bought CASSANDRA'S and TERRIE'S birthday cake!it was soo pretty with lots of strawberries, raspberries, blueberries!the works!such a pretty cake.we bought it.i'll have you know cassandra, beauty costs!arent you honoured?!?!such an expensive cake for YOU.heh.well.it was called strawberry shortcake.mm mm.yumm.anyways.we brought it over to cass at cineleisure where we met her friends..and sam being such a pig bought a burger.when cass opened the cake box.THE CAKE!poor cake...was like stuck to one side of the box.cause sam the idiot swung the cake soo much it totally just slid.gosh.never let him handle cakes again!ohwells.pretty cake got destroyed.so me sam and cass just started picking the strawberries off the top of the cake!was pretty good.so after that we took some stupid neoprints cause cass wanted to well it IS her birthday which sam paid for and after that she went for her movie.and me and sam went shopping.we went to paragon again.and checked out this jacket from like daniel hetcher which was like 799.so out of budget.but it was nice.and we went around..went to calvin klein and there it was the perfect jacket 399.lol.so he couldnt buy it cause he only had 200 bucks.decided he'd come back another day.the service there was pretty good!nice people.anyways.we went over to guess.where we found MORE jackets.and there was this leather jacket!HAHA.which i liked i thought it gave him the bad boy look.but it was 999 he said i definitely had good taste.CAUSE ITS SO expensive.he picked this other jacket which was ookay, casual.then i SAW IT.the ONE.and it was only 249.totally. in budget.with MY 80 bucks.so.in the end thanks to the fashion consultant - me. sam bought a pretty jacket.with my 80 bucks.gosh.and i ended up having pretty much not alot of cash.SO i didnt even buy anything!!except for the cake and the mango frap and tart from starbucks.HOW CRUEL.he so owes me big time.terrie arrived.and we went to a few shops tried on stuff..and she bought a top from zara.thats pretty much my day.HOW BORING.thats it.i gotta go shopping again for MY stuff. *pouts.stupid sam.THATS alliteration for YOU.heh.okay.thats such a boring DAY.anyways.gtg!c ya soon!!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113343986936943172?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113343986936943172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113343986936943172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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holidays have been absolutely boring.cause i am just absolutely and impossibly lazy such that i'd rather sleep then do my homework.gosh.i hope i start SOON.im moving soon, how exciting.new house.and all.i wonder when i can move to sentosa or even better!!a big bungalow my dad might actually decide to buy next year maybe?oh i wish!then again it scares me!next year.the O's.im so freaked.i cannot even imagine the pressure.im like half dead simply cause of the sec three exams.next year would be a total killer.and i have this church play thing comong up too!!i ahve to go for rehearsals like practically every week.im having second thoughts about being prt of the play already!but for God.he'll help me guide me and work things out wont he?!so i suppose everythign would be alright.so all you guys out there gotta catch it okay?!?its on the 23rd of april next year at the singapore poly convention hall with teh seating capacity of 1300 over people!!cool huh.well you gotta get tickets to get in its free admission!!but cause of the seating capacity we gotta have tickets so if you gusy want tickets tell me okay?!i'll get em for you!=) heh well.i gotta go!see you in abit.laters alligators!+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19380863-113317465805158841?l=starrkiss-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starrkiss-.blogspot.com/feeds/113317465805158841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19380863&amp;postID=113317465805158841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113317465805158841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19380863/posts/default/113317465805158841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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