<?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-4284783061416454678</id><updated>2011-11-26T17:05:11.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream upon a meteor shower.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-2005201969671814173</id><published>2010-12-09T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:34:14.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TQBbw639KXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/bygfkZTKga8/s1600/2218054274_01d50370a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TQBbw639KXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/bygfkZTKga8/s320/2218054274_01d50370a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548535636916250994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI. hahaha so i realised this blog has been neglected, ALOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah, doubt i would be posting here again. cuz i'm having fun somewhere else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, gdbye strange people who still come here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2005201969671814173?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2005201969671814173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2005201969671814173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2005201969671814173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TQBbw639KXI/AAAAAAAAA6k/bygfkZTKga8/s72-c/2218054274_01d50370a3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-801744537570693923</id><published>2010-08-29T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:17:04.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want blueberry donuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yesterday jael stayed over and we watched aladdin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah sighz, i love aladdin. (: hes like the only prince who plays the main lead tgt with the princess, didja realise? and hes not the conventional high and mighty prince charming shiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok then we were browsing through fb and found a super duper funny picture that we have never seen before, even though it was in one of the albums we all were tagged in. i dont know why it was so funny also, i think if we showed it to others, it wont be as funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching 500 days of summer now. joseph gordon levitt's shoulders are narrow, lolol, but hes seriously cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont you sometimes feel that though you talk to a certain person everyday(and im not talking about hi bye friends), they know you, but they dont know who you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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donuts.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-234624084514306049</id><published>2010-08-27T21:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:20:34.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry,</title><content type='html'>really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my brain is all fuzzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is abstract nonsense, i should stop typing soonz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;we gotta tell them we love 'em while we got the chance to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-234624084514306049?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/234624084514306049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/234624084514306049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/234624084514306049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry,'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-4008319786017786803</id><published>2010-08-24T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T18:26:12.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, am so disturbed.&lt;div&gt;Paranoia is bloody annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..or is it not paranoia at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4008319786017786803?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4008319786017786803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-so-disturbed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4008319786017786803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4008319786017786803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-so-disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6135127030056205547</id><published>2010-08-18T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:15:15.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have my class photo tmr!&lt;br /&gt;lets hope my hair looks extra pretty tmr.&lt;br /&gt;today was good (Y) :D love melz.&lt;br /&gt;youknwwho IS SO FUNNY and pure that its so cute, like a kid. hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love aladdin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world,&lt;br /&gt;a new fantastic point of view,&lt;br /&gt;no one to tell us no,&lt;br /&gt;or where to go,&lt;br /&gt;or say we're only dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and to YOU,you just pissed me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6135127030056205547?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6135127030056205547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-my-class-photo-tmr-lets-hope-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6135127030056205547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6135127030056205547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-my-class-photo-tmr-lets-hope-my.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6749924754227910050</id><published>2010-08-11T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T21:43:23.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe, you're annoying. for quite some time alr.&lt;br /&gt;im losing you and i have no idea why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6749924754227910050?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6749924754227910050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/hehe-youre-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6749924754227910050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6749924754227910050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/hehe-youre-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8815238814865244407</id><published>2010-08-10T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T19:39:18.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doshio.</title><content type='html'>spent yesterday @ halina's house for pw. hahah aft like 1 hour or so of brain storming, we totally just youtubed, pigged out on pizza and did henna. hehe i wanna buy henna. so fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even watch NDP. i only caught the actual fireworks on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally had a NEAT STREAK JUST NOW. like whoaaaaa right.&lt;br /&gt;after months and maybe years of just leaving my old stuff untouched, i finally cleared them. my maid always rearranges the stuff so it looks neater, but i always mess it up again. and after clearing for like 20 mins, i felt good man.&lt;br /&gt;but now the motivation is completely deflated and gone. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;today was damn hot. i have make up pe tmr just becuz of something really stupid that happened in pe. the tcher is super askdjaskldj.&lt;br /&gt;she was the same tcher who scolded us for being late for pe elective.&lt;br /&gt;a young tcher like her shouldnt scold so much, it'll make you age faster yknow. for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. will sleep early tonight. will. will. will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8815238814865244407?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8815238814865244407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/doshio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8815238814865244407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8815238814865244407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/doshio.html' title='doshio.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2592509567320870290</id><published>2010-08-05T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:13:21.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love honey dew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TFq2T5u59DI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MGXuVWZq3z4/s1600/tumblr_l69hpoZVff1qbjcc1o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TFq2T5u59DI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MGXuVWZq3z4/s320/tumblr_l69hpoZVff1qbjcc1o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501910347817808946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now aft school,  Hahahahi was totally disoriented. so much laughingz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think humans are such weird beings.&lt;br /&gt;they always want to be things that others say they arent,  just to prove the person wrong.  always the opposite. why we so stubbornzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope my 2 baby teeth dont drop. :(:(:(:( it would be so embarrassing@ this age. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna do smth about them SOON. when im done with JC. and i dont wanna wear braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like posting less here cuz im having fun with tumblr.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remind myself that....... its okay to go at my own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever feel like somedays you just wanna sleep and never ever wake up? (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2592509567320870290?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2592509567320870290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-honey-dew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2592509567320870290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2592509567320870290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-honey-dew.html' title='i love honey dew.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TFq2T5u59DI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MGXuVWZq3z4/s72-c/tumblr_l69hpoZVff1qbjcc1o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8151980543593322857</id><published>2010-07-29T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:45:11.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all you people, cant you see, cant you see?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3tROimHbuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f3tROimHbuo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="278"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old song, but LOVE. his voice is damn sexy mg. hes like the same kind of unique as jason mraz.&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes i dont think before i shoot.&lt;br /&gt;last night i told myself before i slept, tmr will be super refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;then today i woke up, and it was one of the worst mornings ever. ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i think there are some people that i will never turn my back on. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8151980543593322857?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8151980543593322857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-you-people-cant-you-see-cant-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8151980543593322857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8151980543593322857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-you-people-cant-you-see-cant-you.html' title='all you people, cant you see, cant you see?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2573977494369237073</id><published>2010-07-25T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:36:30.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when we're restless, we eat.&lt;br /&gt;when we're sad, we eat.&lt;br /&gt;when we're angry and annoyed, we eat.&lt;br /&gt;when we sit for too long, we eat.&lt;br /&gt;when its raining and its cold, we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...one day we're gonna get obese.&lt;br /&gt;and when we're obese we feel so loser and shiz, we eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets try to be happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2573977494369237073?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2573977494369237073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-were-restless-we-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2573977494369237073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2573977494369237073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-were-restless-we-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-4858687328133100670</id><published>2010-07-22T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:03:48.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, bathing was hell. i was trying not to  scream too loudly when the water touched my raw blisters.&lt;br /&gt;today, it started aching from my thigh downwards. so technically, i walk like a penguin now. :(&lt;br /&gt;hahaha then every time i jaywalk, its quite scary cuz i walk incredibly slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the jap band today was so cutez!&lt;br /&gt;they sound like the voice from the neoprint machine! are you ready? SAN, NI, ICHI.&lt;br /&gt;hheh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep at 10+, no more 12+. some friends i know sleep at 8 or 9. LOL (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how terence and i used to feel so useless cuz we dont have any tangible talent. its still the same now. quite saddening. haha. oh wellz.&lt;br /&gt;bye, imma start on my survey monkey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4858687328133100670?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4858687328133100670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-bathing-was-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4858687328133100670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4858687328133100670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-bathing-was-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-3889140323042983894</id><published>2010-07-17T20:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:45:27.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tonight, im gonna enjoy watching my shows. (: i have a huge pile of hw which im gonna do.... soon.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for everything to be over! CHINESE&gt;PW&gt;PROMOS.&lt;br /&gt;lets go icecream eating all day 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;aiya i wish i was in another country right now la. singapore is so SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away to japan or smth. then backpack to nice parts of europe, switzerland, holland, newzealand, egypt,bali.&lt;br /&gt;then go back to japan. HAHA. oh wait, i wanna go disneyland also. hongkong's?&lt;br /&gt;sweeeet (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINMAY BOO. i shall leave all the ego boosters in your card, and not here. love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NICOLE NIAM, i dno if you will read this, but if you are..&lt;br /&gt;i purposely create tagb for y'all to tag more easily, then you still comment on the post! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY 17TH IN ADVANCE.&lt;br /&gt;i think youre very cute&amp;amp;nice.  /shyface&lt;br /&gt;hahahha hope you enjoy tmr! :) love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3889140323042983894?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3889140323042983894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/tonight-im-gonna-enjoy-watching-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3889140323042983894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3889140323042983894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/tonight-im-gonna-enjoy-watching-my.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-321941331378298218</id><published>2010-07-15T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:01:39.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im damn tired of everything, actually.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. right.&lt;br /&gt;as long as i keep up with this, people wont worry(because what they dont know wont hurt them), which is very fine by me, which makes me happy too..........most of the time at least.&lt;br /&gt;well, i dno wad else to do, sooo.&lt;br /&gt;last night was so weird. lol i think im substituting weird with smth else, but i cant think of another word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so easy for my h to feel awful by just remembering some things.&lt;br /&gt;sch surprisingly blocks out everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-321941331378298218?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/321941331378298218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-damn-tired-of-everything-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/321941331378298218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/321941331378298218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-damn-tired-of-everything-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-611738759631485884</id><published>2010-07-14T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:47:41.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: today felt like wad we used to do in tk. it felt easy. i swear you guys show your love in the weirdest ways, like using VIOLENT METHODS so that i spasmed super retardedly because you wanted to make me SAY.&lt;br /&gt;HAhahahhahha i miss you brenda and nicole. :)&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling damn hungry while waiting for prize presentation to be over.&lt;br /&gt;library was hilarious &amp;amp; the food was surprisingly (Y).&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-611738759631485884?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/611738759631485884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-felt-like-wad-we-used-to-do-in-tk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/611738759631485884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/611738759631485884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-felt-like-wad-we-used-to-do-in-tk.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-3172162995182079197</id><published>2010-07-11T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T03:07:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I knew what I know today, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've hurt myself, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;christina aguilera, you've got it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3172162995182079197?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3172162995182079197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-it-was-yesterday-when-i-saw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3172162995182079197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3172162995182079197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-like-it-was-yesterday-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6187927306202992333</id><published>2010-07-09T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:35:40.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who can say they wont ever leave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TDc0eAFVjCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/coCTigrNPfc/s1600/watchthelittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TDc0eAFVjCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/coCTigrNPfc/s320/watchthelittle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491915960624712738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i texted shuyun the other  day and hahahah i miss her soo much. do your o levels well okay! i know  my Sy can do it.&lt;br /&gt;one day, just one day, melissa and i will make a fb  account for you, even though fb sucks HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, fb has become so big that it has taken a permanent place in our GP essays even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know some, but not all&lt;br /&gt;shall it stay that way?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6187927306202992333?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6187927306202992333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-can-say-they-wont-ever-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6187927306202992333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6187927306202992333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-can-say-they-wont-ever-leave.html' title='who can say they wont ever leave?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TDc0eAFVjCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/coCTigrNPfc/s72-c/watchthelittle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-5028720889342691837</id><published>2010-07-07T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T22:41:20.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a story forever told, but never old.</title><content type='html'>feeling real real real sleepy now from the gay cough medicine the doctor gave.&lt;br /&gt;will have a good night's sleep tonight, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5028720889342691837?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5028720889342691837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-story-forever-told-but-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5028720889342691837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5028720889342691837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-story-forever-told-but-never.html' title='You are a story forever told, but never old.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8093385726785044473</id><published>2010-07-05T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:21:50.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are damn alot of moths. i think its the weather.&lt;br /&gt;out with kristel today. SHES THE SAME. hahahah love annoying her. see you in 2 years! :)&lt;br /&gt;watched toystory 3. its so nice and light hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;BYE. MY DEAR THROAT, YOU BETTER NOT ANNOY ME TONIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8093385726785044473?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8093385726785044473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-damn-alot-of-moths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8093385726785044473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8093385726785044473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-damn-alot-of-moths.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-7667293158296345867</id><published>2010-07-01T20:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:05:52.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCyPp1-QkGI/AAAAAAAAA58/niQDkjH0mF8/s1600/dontatemptople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCyPp1-QkGI/AAAAAAAAA58/niQDkjH0mF8/s320/dontatemptople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488919994883412066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out not going jeff's house tmr.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for &lt;s&gt; tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;k so jiayi mary and I just hung out at cafe galilee after physics today.&lt;br /&gt;nice place to just chillz.&lt;br /&gt;lol wts my friend just sent me a video of him running straight into the wall at the train station platform 5 and a half like they do in Harry Potter for platform 9 and 3 quarters to enter another realm to get to Hogwarts. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-7667293158296345867?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7667293158296345867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/turns-out-not-going-jeffs-house-tmr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7667293158296345867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7667293158296345867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/turns-out-not-going-jeffs-house-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCyPp1-QkGI/AAAAAAAAA58/niQDkjH0mF8/s72-c/dontatemptople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-2707882169885146193</id><published>2010-07-01T19:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:26:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pow tagged me on fb. but i felt like posting it in here cuz i havent posted this kind of things in AGES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Jiayi&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Yvette&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: Alice&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: ripped off, yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it: nope&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Blue&lt;br /&gt;13. Purple&lt;br /&gt;14. Red?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2010)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: definitely!&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: nope&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: yesss&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: nope, only changed my perception, but not me.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: yeah, (:&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: yup.&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: nope!&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Majority&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: 2 or 3 (:&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: Yesssss :)&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: different things with different ppl(:&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 8.20am :O&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: studying physics + msn.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: going overseas with friends.&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: everyday&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wanna change the feeling that i need to change something. (;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: NOPE. only tims. hahah&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: my dad.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: honestly, i have no idea. fb probably. which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;36. What's your real name: Genevieve Low yan ling.&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: Gen. genny, G, g-g-via(mg brenda, seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female?: Female&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary School?: katong convent primary&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: tanjongkatong secondary&lt;br /&gt;43. Tertiary Education?: MJC&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: 162&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Nope!&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: that i can tolerate alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: 1 on each ear&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: Nope, UNLIKE SOMEONE hahahah&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: riiiiiiiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: this one on my elbow, scar still there. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: my ears.&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: i think it was DANAE in p1 and p2.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: bowling!&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: nope&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: nope&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: blog this.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: vertical horizon, the best i ever had.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting On: no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: yessss.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: yeap.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: HAHAH JOURNALIST? i dno anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: i love hayden christensen and ashton kutcher for their lips. But in reality, i think eyes.&lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: me? im happy with my height (:&lt;br /&gt;70. Younger or older: are you talking about guys? older then.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: cant it be both?&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: arms HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: both are fine&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: nopeee&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: nope&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: dont need them :D&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: no wth&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: lol hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: nah&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: yeah&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: yeah, sometimes. i would like to more often though.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: yes, despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: NOPE&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: YES.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: USED TO.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: nope&lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: actually, YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: nope&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: yupo!&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: No.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time: be less gullible.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: The stayover at intercontinental hotel just before my prelims.&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Do I?&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: honestly. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2707882169885146193?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2707882169885146193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/pow-tagged-me-on-fb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2707882169885146193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2707882169885146193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/07/pow-tagged-me-on-fb.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-3115240488680309902</id><published>2010-06-30T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:56:47.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i felt weird max this morning. w-w-w-weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some random people just make me so happy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D::D:DD:D::D&lt;br /&gt;physics dont kill my brain please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I love you more than I love being a star.'&lt;/span&gt; - Kurt,  episode 9.&lt;br /&gt;i like you very much, Kurt.  ^^^^ youre sucha diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.................i finally know why im so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;ok lah, i sorta knew the reason in some part of my head like last time alr, but i didnt wanna admit it to myself. now that i actually talk about it, i guess yeah maybe i was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLL WHAT TO DOOOOZ.&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3115240488680309902?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3115240488680309902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-felt-weird-max-this-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3115240488680309902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3115240488680309902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-felt-weird-max-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-1865451657914871050</id><published>2010-06-29T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:43:59.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lose track of who you are just because its easier to be somebody else.</title><content type='html'>extra strong vapodrops &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt; strepsils &amp;amp; pei pa kao HANDS DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;Honey&amp;amp;lemon flavoured stepsils are just sweets, really. they dont do shiz. i think they even make sorethroats worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope chinese will be kind to me, now and forever.&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers, and its Jeff's house of Play. HAHA. everyone's crashing his house.&lt;br /&gt;why am i here, k BYE you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1865451657914871050?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1865451657914871050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-lose-track-of-who-you-are-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1865451657914871050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1865451657914871050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-lose-track-of-who-you-are-just.html' title='Don&apos;t lose track of who you are just because its easier to be somebody else.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2721784463079194869</id><published>2010-06-25T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:25:20.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCTK3GlQ7WI/AAAAAAAAA50/x63jHh524Ts/s1600/w_o_n_d_e_r_l_a_n_d_by_photopsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCTK3GlQ7WI/AAAAAAAAA50/x63jHh524Ts/s320/w_o_n_d_e_r_l_a_n_d_by_photopsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486733294052633954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go universal studios!! i dont care if i sound like a noob tourist. i dont care if people say its not really worth it. i wanna see what its like. :D&lt;br /&gt;was at airport with c,j,h(Changi Jeneral Hospital)&lt;br /&gt;and went to changi village for dinner. good food, but you always end up smelling like bbq when you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top countries i wanna backpack to :&lt;br /&gt;Japan, Switzerland, Bali, Newzealand, Italy, Spain, Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop waking up at 11am. sometimes i jolt awake at 8 plus but i just go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;my sorethroat is shit.&lt;br /&gt;my throat feels the worst when i just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;and it feels damn dry when i go to sleep so i always wake up to get water.&lt;br /&gt;THATS why even though i went off at 1230 yesterday, i only slept at 2 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight feels like shiz. i dont like it at all.&lt;br /&gt;nights are a love-hate relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you flown too high on borrowed wings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2721784463079194869?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2721784463079194869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-go-universal-studios-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2721784463079194869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2721784463079194869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-go-universal-studios-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TCTK3GlQ7WI/AAAAAAAAA50/x63jHh524Ts/s72-c/w_o_n_d_e_r_l_a_n_d_by_photopsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8358233996233852209</id><published>2010-06-24T21:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:24:40.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whisper hello, i miss you quite terribly.</title><content type='html'>tried watching england vs slovenia @ the coffeeshop ytnight. i dno whether it was me or wad, but i thought the match was particularly stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i think my eyesight is failing. :( ohnoz.&lt;br /&gt;1 of my new year's resolution was to maintain my eyesight i think.&lt;br /&gt;i rmb we videoed it as a joke@the beach( lol omg i vaguely still rmb the ridiculous things i said), but STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having myes after hols is SO not a good thing. im sleeping at 1230 tonight. if you see me online, tell me go sleep thankz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes i wonder what i should do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TB5aMqk7QJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CJ6OB_7wnxs/s320/nevergotobedwi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484920569817940114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight world, hope youre happy tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1919996062566674739?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1919996062566674739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1919996062566674739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1919996062566674739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dear-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TB5aMqk7QJI/AAAAAAAAA5s/CJ6OB_7wnxs/s72-c/nevergotobedwi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8845369729340433546</id><published>2010-06-20T13:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:01:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where do I start?</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;the kidz camp was really, really, really, awesome. this is gonna be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;when the kids arrived, i thought they were gonna be super rowdy. which they naturally are, i mean, which kid isnt? hhahah but despite their rowdiness, they were such pure kids.&lt;br /&gt;they stuck to their cliques for the first day, but soon they were split up into their camp groups.&lt;br /&gt;and i was 1 of the 2 leaders for the group(which i wasnt even informed i will be. i thought we will all just direct the children here and there) - group A for Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;k from kovan we coached to changi cottage, this house along the beach.&lt;br /&gt;we had water games the first day, LOl it was the first time i got completely drenched through.&lt;br /&gt;then we had skit preparation(yeah i know right, i was like oh noooo cuz it would be hard to get the kids to generate ideas)&lt;br /&gt;then we played Murder mystery- something like Cluedo, but the kids actually had to go from room to room to get clues. i was paired with this graduate at the pictureka station and we talked like super alot about mjc and the people and everything while waiting for each group of children to come.&lt;br /&gt;we also mastered the pictureka game. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day, had to prepare mass breakfast for the children.&lt;br /&gt;then we had SURVIVOR. something like amazing race all around changi beach. the kids really had fun, even though i could see they were super tired by the 5th station. and wad surprised me was they were really sporting. even though some complained about having to dig sand till their whole lower body was full of sand and other stuff, they still did it and were happy they found whatever they needed to find(: even at the very last minute when the event was over, they were super bent on finding the last immunity which no other group managed to find, so they pestered 1 of the game ics to bring them there and HAHAH we got extra 200 points from the immunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skit preparation aft that, and amazingly, we completed our skit by the 2nd day!!&lt;br /&gt;well ok, we had to keep encouraging them to give ideas because most of the time me and my other group leader, Nadhirah, were the ones suggesting it to them.&lt;br /&gt;once we were done, some of the group leaders took a quick nap in the living room cuz we were done.&lt;br /&gt;my kids were playing Halli Galli infront of us.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha even though they made alot of noise while i slept, i noticed they were quite considerate also. whenever they outburst super loud, they will SHHHHHH cuz they knew we were trying to rest.&lt;br /&gt;right, then the leaders went to set up the BBQ and started t cook. aft we ate, us volunteers were played truth or truth. Hahahah, it wasnt that scandalous cuz we didnt know most of them there so we didnt know who they referring to, but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;after that it was NIGHTWALK. hhaah and not only that, it was a night walk at some ulu deserted place opposite old changi hospital can. the hotels and restaurants and schs there all shut down wan. like some ghost town. and its a night walk for 8-12 year old kids. LOl.&lt;br /&gt;but alot of them liked the nightwalk best out of all the activities. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we washed up and the volunteers stayed up to play cards the whole night and ordered macs, i only went to bed at 5am. some others didnt even sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;the next day we were totally shagged. i dno how i got through it, i never felt so sleep deprived before. and we still had to make breakfast and prepare the kids for their skit.&lt;br /&gt;we were making props and going through the lines with the kids. they were ultra cute max, albeit super loud. volunteers also had to act in the skit.&lt;br /&gt;for prize giving, we got overall 2nd!! for the most teamwork and togetherness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow wad, the skits and children through the 3 days were so funny i realised i havent laughed so much continuously for so long for a very long time. its like entertainment at no one's expense, which is the best.&lt;br /&gt;and wads nice is that being around them, i could really see how genuine and innocent they were, even if they do argue over the smallest things.&lt;br /&gt;its such a nice change to be around people who werent fake or trying to impress others. they were just completely themselves, truly. in a way, they were like little angels.&lt;br /&gt;and i got to know many new nice+funny volunteers (; but i wont even see most of them again, cuz they are j3s and i dont think i even see the j1s around sch much/before.&lt;br /&gt;mm aft we broke camp, some of us went for dinner and this graduate Nicholas treated us icecream! hahah yay.&lt;br /&gt;yup, and i slept at 8+pm only to wake up at 1pm today hahaha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;BYE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;group &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;wesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TB2yFS80jeI/AAAAAAAAA48/M3mEN_NMYrM/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TB2yFS80jeI/AAAAAAAAA48/M3mEN_NMYrM/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484735725263162850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pengpeng, sowyee, jiayi, aqidah, amirul, shi ting, nadhirah, wei jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;all ultra cute.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the pictures are on FB. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8845369729340433546?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8845369729340433546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-do-i-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8845369729340433546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8845369729340433546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-do-i-start.html' title='where do I start?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TB2yFS80jeI/AAAAAAAAA48/M3mEN_NMYrM/s72-c/IMG_1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-7340149085491462271</id><published>2010-06-16T20:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:29:44.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, the GSS at 313 and marina was crap. i dont even think we bought anything thats on sale, the stuff we bought were all at retail price.&lt;br /&gt;wrong day to go shopping. :(&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go overseas at the end of the year. i hope the trip goes through. i alr deposited anywayz. it better go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went to settle some bank and insurance stuff with my aunt. insurance stuffz bores me to hell. never gonna be a person working in insurance. i just sat there watching the man's fingers click on the mouse and noticing how well kept his nails are for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k anyway, will be away from tmr to saturday for a kidz camp that jiayi and i just casually said 'o-kay' to, a long time ago, without knowing we were actually doing it in the end. hahah i even forgot about it till last week when the person in charge texted us details.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least now we're not the campers but the facils instead. :) should be interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like people who make the effort to stay in my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;i secretly like talking to R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-7340149085491462271?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7340149085491462271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-be-away-from-tmr-to-saturday-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7340149085491462271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7340149085491462271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-be-away-from-tmr-to-saturday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8505160184476806696</id><published>2010-06-14T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T00:06:55.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling so silly. but its a good silly. B)))&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling so many other things, but they shouldnt matter as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do talk crap when it goes beyond 1230 then when i wake up the next morning remembering, i cringe hoping you people will forget. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy back,&lt;br /&gt;k my brain's fried.&lt;br /&gt;ggdnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8505160184476806696?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8505160184476806696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-feeling-so-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8505160184476806696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8505160184476806696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-feeling-so-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-1310933843006750505</id><published>2010-06-11T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:34:17.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont get cynical.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TBIs1_RahzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/5RqaMcajZzg/s1600/haveasongonur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TBIs1_RahzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/5RqaMcajZzg/s320/haveasongonur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481493002492479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i went to get my copy of my o level cert all the way at buona vista today because i lost my 1 and only original copy couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;waste of money, seriously, it costs $10 for just 1 sheet of result slip. I should have photocopied my o level cert last time.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop sleeping at 2plus every night. i wake up super late.&lt;br /&gt;MSN, you are a destroyer of people's bodyclocks and creator of dark circles.&lt;br /&gt;be gone with you!&lt;br /&gt;nah not really. i cant see a place w/o msn, honestly. as much as i criticise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self : do not drink yoghurt drinks from eachacup 2 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;and do NOT sleep beyond 2 this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1310933843006750505?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1310933843006750505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-get-cynical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1310933843006750505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1310933843006750505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-get-cynical.html' title='dont get cynical.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TBIs1_RahzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/5RqaMcajZzg/s72-c/haveasongonur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-5684935253545197545</id><published>2010-06-10T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:57:03.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Epi 19 of GLEE guest stars BARNEY steinsen!(except he isnt acting as barney of course)&lt;br /&gt;hahhahaha how awesome can it get.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met hj and jael today cuz coincidentally, they bumped into each other and called me over.&lt;br /&gt;hj, you do NOT get moulded easily, you are still the hj shape, trust me(:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft weeks of close to carefree-ness and small pockets of happiness here and there, last night felt awfully empty.&lt;br /&gt;and then only aft that did i realise..&lt;br /&gt;its been exactly 2 months, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A chair is still a chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even though there's no-one sitting there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But  a chair is not a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a house is not a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When there's  no-one there to hold you tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no-one there you can kiss  goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5684935253545197545?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5684935253545197545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/epi-19-of-glee-guest-stars-barney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5684935253545197545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5684935253545197545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/epi-19-of-glee-guest-stars-barney.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2399674152698144040</id><published>2010-06-08T01:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:29:08.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fun watching you fall apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TA49I2yc4RI/AAAAAAAAA4c/B5yz5bLyRZw/s1600/secondchance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TA49I2yc4RI/AAAAAAAAA4c/B5yz5bLyRZw/s320/secondchance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480385018911842578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;given you more than 2nd chances. you kinda took.... none.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say anymore?&lt;br /&gt;it has become sucha joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never realised it before. and once i did, i kept forgetting about it.&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a young soul in this very strange world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoping I could learn a  bit bout what is true and fake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But why all this hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to  communicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finding trust and love is not always easy to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2399674152698144040?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2399674152698144040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-fun-watching-you-fall-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2399674152698144040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2399674152698144040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-not-fun-watching-you-fall-apart.html' title='It&apos;s not fun watching you fall apart.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TA49I2yc4RI/AAAAAAAAA4c/B5yz5bLyRZw/s72-c/secondchance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8168534480071398360</id><published>2010-06-07T01:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:37:52.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>does it really matter what we call ourselves?</title><content type='html'>ive been seeing an increasing number of ppl unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it and i wanna make them happy, especially those dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;so dont run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow what are the most reassuring words you can hear?&lt;br /&gt;'just stay with me, and you'll be alright'&lt;br /&gt;i think i heard it from a song. HAHA its damn hard to promise someone that, so obviously you hardly hear anyone say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice talking to lilian, its cool that she can tell what a person is like from just observing from afar. hahaah cuz i asked her.&lt;br /&gt;hmmz.&lt;br /&gt;i slept through the night last night, from 845.&lt;br /&gt;which is super weird. because i wasnt even physically tired(slack camp, rmb)&lt;br /&gt;and i alr told myself i would wake up in 2 hours when i napped.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, lillian even knocked on my door and came in but i didnt even stir.&lt;br /&gt;plus, im a light sleeper. so its strange. the next moment when i opened my eyes, i looked at the clock, it was 6 plus am and went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt wonderful in the morning, throughout the whole day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually felt like... things were really gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAVING POPEYES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8168534480071398360?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8168534480071398360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-it-really-matter-what-we-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8168534480071398360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8168534480071398360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/does-it-really-matter-what-we-call.html' title='does it really matter what we call ourselves?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-1893030232047509931</id><published>2010-06-05T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:08:11.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever it takes.</title><content type='html'>chrystal camp was super slack. most of it was spent in the library having a workshop. HAHA its the slackest camp ive been to. but its interesting eh, we had this psychology workshop.&lt;br /&gt;getting answers from your unconscious mind and other hypnotic stuff. heh.&lt;br /&gt;and the games were not too bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;since the chrystal group was made up of people from all the different classes,&lt;br /&gt;it was like i was entering a whole new realm of people. i havent seen almost more than half of them around sch before. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;at least now meridyn and i know everyone. last time we used to miss the meetings and stuff cuz of dance.&lt;br /&gt;we met so many interesting people. :)&lt;br /&gt;and i couldnt sleep at night, lol these 2 girls kept talking till 2am.&lt;br /&gt;i was so annoyed lah, it sucks to be a light sleeper HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, i guess the camp was actually fruitful. :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised...........&lt;br /&gt;while some people dont want to grow up,some others wish to grow up so badly.&lt;br /&gt;and while some are forced to grow up,&lt;br /&gt;others are just left to be a kid all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random things in my mind :&lt;br /&gt;1. to sleep or not to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;2. Start to spam samantha who 2?&lt;br /&gt;3. i wish to be so many things.&lt;br /&gt;4. i think im starting to see people without an obscured view anymore, which is both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;5. what should i do tmr?&lt;br /&gt;6. its been a long time since i skated.&lt;br /&gt;7. told you so, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;8. long nails are ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to end off with a fuzzy feeling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAo65SUPyyI/AAAAAAAAA30/AWCCySvq3C4/s1600/ashton_kutcher_truckerhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAo65SUPyyI/AAAAAAAAA30/AWCCySvq3C4/s320/ashton_kutcher_truckerhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479256652493343522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolololl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1893030232047509931?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1893030232047509931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/whatever-it-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1893030232047509931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1893030232047509931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/whatever-it-takes.html' title='whatever it takes.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAo65SUPyyI/AAAAAAAAA30/AWCCySvq3C4/s72-c/ashton_kutcher_truckerhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-3593371578140431033</id><published>2010-06-03T23:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:12:10.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;YVETTE IM SO PROUD OF YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D you go girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have triple chem tmr mg.&lt;br /&gt;and i have chrystal camp aft that. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tmr to be over. i think ive had enough of long hours in sch itself, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;its like staying home too long which = unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ykno wads weird, now that we are in jc and closer to finding a job, i dont even think of my future much anymore. i thought i had an inkling of what i  wanted to be last time, but now i dont.&lt;br /&gt;mere subjects in jc shouldnt define what youre gonna be next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like popeyes fries. its like curly fries from macs, just that popeyes are straight.&lt;br /&gt;so they are like rebonded curly fries, which are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turn up when im happy too, please. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3593371578140431033?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3593371578140431033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3593371578140431033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3593371578140431033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-forget.html' title='did you forget?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-4562562720936364130</id><published>2010-06-01T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:09:48.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAT2crK2_iI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BL56-bAdips/s1600/leturactionspeak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAT2crK2_iI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BL56-bAdips/s320/leturactionspeak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477774019274407458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the break before physics test was torture.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of it, my classmate asked me how to do a math question, smth about reciprocal graphs.&lt;br /&gt;while he was affirming whether his ans was correct, i just nodded and agreed. i didnt even realise i didnt come for the math lecture that they taught reciprocal and ysquare graphs! so i had no idea wad was going on and i didnt even realise i didnt know wad he was talking about. all the time i thought i learnt it but i just forgot. today is weird max.&lt;br /&gt;nvmz, i have 5 hours of break tmr to get someone to teach me graphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;/span&gt; is 1 of the strongest songs ive ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics really do touch you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4562562720936364130?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4562562720936364130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/break-before-physics-test-was-torture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4562562720936364130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4562562720936364130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/06/break-before-physics-test-was-torture.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TAT2crK2_iI/AAAAAAAAA3s/BL56-bAdips/s72-c/leturactionspeak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-721574654272808070</id><published>2010-05-31T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:30:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if youre mad, get mad. :)</title><content type='html'>robin hood is so damn draggy. i fell asleep 5-6 times. and im not the only 1 guilty of it.&lt;br /&gt;i was so close to the screen and the sound was super loud somore! and i still dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;its the first time i fell asleep during a movie in a cinema, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;well okay i thought their accuracy in shooting was awesome, but other than that...... :( i expected robin hood to be some agile younger guy. cate blanchette looks taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that we saw mr chen and his son and daughter. his son is ultraultra x 21324379 cute i cannot tahan alr. i never felt this way towards a small boy before. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;im NOT a pedophile thankz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;dear future gen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now THATS why. rmb that.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. himym love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-721574654272808070?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/721574654272808070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-mad-get-mad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/721574654272808070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/721574654272808070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-youre-mad-get-mad.html' title='if youre mad, get mad. :)'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8756222717766148784</id><published>2010-05-29T11:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T15:13:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any way the wind blows.</title><content type='html'>(edit) HAHAHAH OMG i cannot take it alr,  I just saw something damn amusing.  ok try not to be judgemental, gen. hahahah, its harmless fun to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TACHSyslShI/AAAAAAAAA3g/dVbDE3HNERA/s1600/makeverysecoun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/TACHSyslShI/AAAAAAAAA3g/dVbDE3HNERA/s320/makeverysecoun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476525903798684178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent sinmay off yesternight, together with jael.&lt;br /&gt;jael and i went to buy food while sinmay took years to check in her bags.&lt;br /&gt;so we went t3 while sinmay was in t2 checking in.&lt;br /&gt;ugh why cant all stores open till past 12am? hellooo its the airport, it should be only right to allow tourists to get a bite or smth when their flights arrive past 12.&lt;br /&gt;yakun was the only store open and the queue was efff-long. and best thing is, when it was my turn to order, they didnt sell whatever i wanted anymorez. Lolllllllll shiz. oh welll, jael ordered whatever she wanted and we rushed to see sm off who kept saying : IM ALREADY STEPPING over the border( that separates the terminal and the inner terminal) HURRY RUN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. have a safe trip yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jaelz, you grew skinner man. what has school been doing to you? hahah&lt;br /&gt;(: i missed talking to you, really.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad its the hols, i get to see my favourite people as much as i want, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i feel about people now is  different compared to last time.&lt;br /&gt;i used to very clearly know who would turn out a good friend and all so i didnt really bother about the rest. it was so simple.&lt;br /&gt;now its blurred and sometimes i cant really tell anymore. (: but i'll figure it out. i definitely will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, though your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile, even though it's breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When  there are clouds in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll get by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile if you'll just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light up  your face with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although a  tear may be ever so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile,  what's the use of crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cycling,skating,picnics,shopping,movies and other nonsense...HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;late nights, i love you especially :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8756222717766148784?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8756222717766148784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/any-way-wind-blows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8756222717766148784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(this sucks this sucks this sucks this sucks this  sucks)x10^437958734895734.&lt;br /&gt;when does it stop?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S_6AT5Wa8oI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/CXrmP6JVS6A/s1600/staythesamethro.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6402779721487281678?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6402779721487281678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-sucks-this-sucks-this-sucks-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at 6.59 know.&lt;br /&gt;my chinese oral is tmr. lol my tcher never once asked me to read a passage. he'll get a shock soon.&lt;br /&gt;today was minlin's bday so aft sch we got a small cake for her. adeline and i then just loitered around watching cheerleaders of the different houses till we felt guilty and decided to help pack up the dance studio like we were supposed to and they were clearly shorthanded with so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;actually i dont mind sorting out stuff wan lor. see, im not that messy actually.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i pass my chinese essay. subpass also can, i dont mindz, just let me pass pretty priz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm, somethings definitely not right.&lt;br /&gt;dont lose yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3463109618191359075?l=neon-stars.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-6481813366119568524</id><published>2010-05-23T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:42:16.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighz. i just splurged close to 200 today. :I&lt;br /&gt;i can comfort myself by telling myself that i hardly splurge at 1 go like that and its not like everyday the midyear sale comes. it only comes mid year. :)&lt;br /&gt;so........................... its okay. i think. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and i like sour flavours of licorice.&lt;br /&gt;gah, k i got chem test to study for and geog tutorial to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;1. get over chem bonding.&lt;br /&gt;2. if by 1030 im not done with chem bonding, i start geog.&lt;br /&gt;(Y) plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and June lecture timetables suckkkkkkk. there are like a few days where we have 3+ up to even 6 hours of long break in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6481813366119568524?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6481813366119568524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/sighz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6481813366119568524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6481813366119568524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/sighz.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2387795559469484461</id><published>2010-05-20T21:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:27:38.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like your face.</title><content type='html'>supported mj soccer finals today and we won (: gratz, and thanks for the holiday(or lack of, due to gpp)&lt;br /&gt;wonderful weather btw.&lt;br /&gt;i bought my new water bottle! im happy.&lt;br /&gt;my old one kept leaking.&lt;br /&gt;and yay, im lending sinmay(whos going switzerland, LUCKY GIRL!)my new winter coat which i never got the chance to use. at least now someone has a use for it. take care of it kayz? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like ive been so mean in the things i say recently. its like, i dont catch myself anymore and guilt comes when i realise what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know youre referring to me, my dear. im not as oblivious as you think.&lt;br /&gt;i know im a mess right now and yeah maybe im even lost in my own mess sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but what's really sad is that it sounds like as if youre giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;actually, it sounds like maybe you already did.&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to be that way?&lt;br /&gt;for you to be so upset, thanks because it means you care.&lt;br /&gt;but please dont give up on me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2387795559469484461?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2387795559469484461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2387795559469484461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2387795559469484461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-like-your-face.html' title='I like your face.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-541952876860453664</id><published>2010-05-17T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:23:11.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S_FBWz2MONI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ln1W7ePMxok/s1600/giveverythitime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S_FBWz2MONI/AAAAAAAAA2o/ln1W7ePMxok/s320/giveverythitime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472226882362292434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha i saw this website on someone's lj, i think it was hons'? yeah, its cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S_FBQ3kAEOI/AAAAAAAAA2g/M0FJC7oyumA/s1600/giveverythitime.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elysium was a blast :D both sad and glad its over. it was a blast cuz the company was amazing, the experience was extraordinary and the things we learnt, unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;sad.. cuz of 1 very main reason and i hate to cry over it but it stingz.&lt;br /&gt;now im gonna have to start studying and doing my work. ive been lagging behind in so many things. chem especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things i want to do now!&lt;br /&gt;1. check out audiobooks.&lt;br /&gt;2. spam GLEE.&lt;br /&gt;3. spam HIMYM.&lt;br /&gt;4. GO OUT AND DO SOME SHOPPING or catch a movie. omg its been ages.&lt;br /&gt;5. some quiet time so i can catch up with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-541952876860453664?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/541952876860453664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/05/naturally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/541952876860453664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/541952876860453664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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will be okay soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding on tightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just cant let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just trying to play my role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slowly  disappear, ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All these days I feel like they’re the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just  different faces, different names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get me outta here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can’t stand  by your side, ohh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch this life pass me by, pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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anymore?'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8951161712269395115</id><published>2010-05-04T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:42:35.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you who used to be the 1 thing to pull me down to a bronze but now...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKE THAT, 2.4 YOU EVIL THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8951161712269395115?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-4284783061416454678.post-8267657135951437069</id><published>2010-04-27T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:59:16.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My (just off my mind) wishlist for now.</title><content type='html'>1.i wish i could do more.&lt;br /&gt;2.i wish i knew who i am.&lt;br /&gt;3.i wish i could see things for what they really are.&lt;br /&gt;4.i wish to sleep and not wake up, for a long time.(idc, im so gonna do that 1 day. Soon.)&lt;br /&gt;5.i wish i know what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;6.i wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its the little things, love. it always is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8267657135951437069?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8267657135951437069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-just-off-my-mind-wishlist-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8267657135951437069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8267657135951437069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-just-off-my-mind-wishlist-for-now.html' title='My (just off my mind) wishlist for now.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-581438707364228637</id><published>2010-04-26T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:25:06.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile for me. (:</title><content type='html'>chinese test today was crap. i think i can pass though. how awesome right. cuz i attempted all the questions, as much as it is full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;and how do i know? cuz i kept staring at the same line in a passage for like damn long. like a few minutes till im jolted awake cuz i  realized i actually dozed off looking at it for so long, still not comprehending it.&lt;br /&gt;this happened quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;and thats the thing, even though i took so damn long to finish 1 passage, i realised i finished writing my answers like wayyy faster than the chinese pros beside me. HAHAHA can you imagine what crap i wrote. i hope i still at least pass though.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling kinda happy today. tues sucks. well at least theres no PE and i usually pig out at perkafe during lunch. but theres vetting! :( ohnoooo.&lt;br /&gt;jeff makes awesome cookies, seriously.  hahaa&lt;br /&gt;kay chem here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-581438707364228637?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/581438707364228637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/581438707364228637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/581438707364228637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile-for-me.html' title='smile for me. (:'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-1274363460926388717</id><published>2010-04-25T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:25:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S9PgVnxcSWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8BCTuoIvzos/s1600/arctic-rainbow-nicklen-673279-xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S9PgVnxcSWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8BCTuoIvzos/s320/arctic-rainbow-nicklen-673279-xl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463957434988775778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;if we ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;wooont let you get awaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;say if we ever meet again&lt;br /&gt;this free fall, got me so-&lt;br /&gt;kiss me all, night&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever let me go!&lt;br /&gt;i'lllll never be the saaaame&lt;br /&gt;if we ever meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chorus is so addictively catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done with my geog essay! messy as it is. i dont really know the structure. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Shuyun and i window online shopped last night till 2am&lt;br /&gt;looking at all the outrageous  dresses we'll never wear for a normal day out = LOVE. :D&lt;br /&gt;but some of the dresses i actually wanted only had like, size 14.&lt;br /&gt;shuyun i hope you stay the same and never never ever change. well ok, even if you DO change, i bet i'll love you nonetheless cuz youre so YOU.&lt;br /&gt;should i email my PI today? or tmr. im halfway done. Pi is so ideal to do at night. i dont think i ever did my pi in the day.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait till &gt;may. please let me pass my 2.4.  please dont let me embarrass myself.&lt;br /&gt;let my mind be cleared of 1 thing at a time. ive already cleared 1 thing. aft may, i'll be cleared of another. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmkay i needa go out with aunty judy soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1274363460926388717?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1274363460926388717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-ever-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1274363460926388717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1274363460926388717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-ever-meet-again.html' title='IF WE EVER MEET AGAIN.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S9PgVnxcSWI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/8BCTuoIvzos/s72-c/arctic-rainbow-nicklen-673279-xl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-3074988997136189670</id><published>2010-04-24T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T02:05:33.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna say, wow.</title><content type='html'>its 1.51am and im finally blogging aft such a long period of blog mia.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, right now im damn stressed about the dance concert. i mean, im afraid i cant catch th steps in time and like, screw things up for others. dance truly has some teamwork going on.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just ate like half a bar of chocolate at 12 plus am. not goooood for digestion yo. well but i bet it'll help me sleep. my eyes are really closing right now but im gonna type whatever i want till im done.&lt;br /&gt;today, i bought 3 THICK (3 for $2 eh)pads of meridian foolscap from past year orientations.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah guess wad, its 1 sided. oh well, i still love the feeling of having so many pads of paper.&lt;br /&gt;its the same with highlighters, pens, post its. hahah i guess everyone has a natural affinity with stationery.&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;you never fail to surprise me even if i can predict what you'll say and think most of the time. what does that even mean? its so queer huh.&lt;br /&gt;but its a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally concluded/decided on something. surprisingly quick, when you take into account how fickle i always am. so im glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3074988997136189670?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3074988997136189670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wanna-say-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3074988997136189670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3074988997136189670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wanna-say-wow.html' title='i just wanna say, wow.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-5427898421359692501</id><published>2010-04-17T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:30:08.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh, whats wrong with you, g.&lt;br /&gt;why are my feelings so stupidly  human? sucks. its not nice having to always feel like this once in awhile. i dont like it. i need to stop, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5427898421359692501?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5427898421359692501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh-whats-wrong-with-you-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5427898421359692501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5427898421359692501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/sigh-whats-wrong-with-you-g.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-3240952585926187958</id><published>2010-04-14T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:55:59.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its obvious that my mind still can't wrap itself around it. everytime i try so hard to think of what this would mean, my mind just goes blank halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSjNgVTuf0E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSjNgVTuf0E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3240952585926187958?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3240952585926187958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-obvious-that-my-mind-still-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3240952585926187958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3240952585926187958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-obvious-that-my-mind-still-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-3413174278857844188</id><published>2010-04-08T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:02:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ihyihyihyihy. youre such a ridiculous liar. ihy for the blatant lies you tell to make yourself look better and make another person look bad. i dont even get why you wanna lie about these kind of things. i mean, wheres your conscience? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;so naturally, i corrected you cuz i was so angry, but you just go on denying.&lt;br /&gt;usually i dont bother, but this time youve crossed the line. who ARE you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3413174278857844188?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3413174278857844188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ihyihyihyihy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3413174278857844188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3413174278857844188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/ihyihyihyihy.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-4849271640947018258</id><published>2010-04-04T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:47:48.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To laugh or to cry.</title><content type='html'>some nights, it sucks when im so physically tired but mentally so awake. its one of the times i wish my body would just take over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;the more you wonder why cant i sleep whywhywhy, the more you cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanan sleep at 12 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i want my 7-8 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you go speechless, i think i understand. not many can say much to that. i appreciate that some try, though. and because the way they try to make things better is also different in their own way, i guess i can take comfort in the diversity, if not i'll just become cynical on the same stuff as they become cliched with repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the mind is such a wonderfully dangerous thing.&lt;br /&gt;unaware or aware? both are strangely good to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4849271640947018258?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4849271640947018258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-laugh-or-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4849271640947018258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4849271640947018258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-laugh-or-to-cry.html' title='To laugh or to cry.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-305736831492958364</id><published>2010-03-22T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:27:29.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i'll smile because i deserve to.</title><content type='html'>guess the epic time i woke up today. 710! HAHA. i totally heard my maid calling me up earlier but i kept telling myself its still early its still early and the next thing i knew i was wondering why was it so damn bright outside my window. so i was rushing like mad, and cabbed to school. i thought i was late, cuz i reached and  saw councilors at the gate, thought they were there ready to book people. but when i walked in, they were all 'good morning! assembly's in the plaza' so Yay, time was on my side.&lt;br /&gt;but when i got to school, i was still all dazed. being fully awake havent caught up with the rate i rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate tuesdaysssssssss. i was hoping they would make more distinct alterations to the timetable(esp tuesday), but all that was changed is that now PW is on tues and thurs- which, woah hey.. now ENDS AT 505 too. &gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know we were gonna have a chem and geog test today.. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do i have c issues? i dont wanna have c issues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-305736831492958364?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/305736831492958364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-ill-smile-because-i-deserve-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/305736831492958364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/305736831492958364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-ill-smile-because-i-deserve-to.html' title='and i&apos;ll smile because i deserve to.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-2147867435716693332</id><published>2010-03-19T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:10:04.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S6MjK0znn0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/5vyWC0zjYVM/s1600-h/2979239798_cc7954a47a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S6MjK0znn0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/5vyWC0zjYVM/s400/2979239798_cc7954a47a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450238642929246018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the short period of time where i feel so cautious.even though it passes soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's one of those days that i love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;i like the smell of rain actually. or is it actually the smell of the rain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with &lt;/span&gt;the grass?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, and who cares? :) it smells nice all the same.&lt;br /&gt;HIBERNATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2147867435716693332?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2147867435716693332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-like-short-period-of-time-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2147867435716693332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2147867435716693332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-like-short-period-of-time-where.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S6MjK0znn0I/AAAAAAAAA2I/5vyWC0zjYVM/s72-c/2979239798_cc7954a47a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8204767152971097013</id><published>2010-03-17T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:29:02.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets see.. i have&lt;br /&gt;1) physics and chem PBLs which i think ive done research for, just that we need to consolidate it, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;we're doing Fire Escape for physics, where its about these 2 victims who have to jump off 5 stories onto this air cushion. hahaha so i need to google stuff like 'height of 5 stories' , 'momentum required to jump off building ' , and just 'jumping off buildings' in general. HAHAHA if Google was a person right, i think he would think i was trying to plan a suicide or something.&lt;br /&gt;2) physics tutorial&lt;br /&gt;3)chinese essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah jael and i are like so proud of ourselves cuz we accomplished an amazing feat today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;had dance and chrystal thing. then went for doctor. i swear man, its completely USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;they make me go back every year for backbone check up, which consists of an X ray and consultation with doctor every time. the doctor only checks how big the curve is, which takes like 5 mins. whereas the waiting time to get the xray and wait to see doctor takes up like 40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;its a complete waste of time and money. an x ray alone is like wad, around 50 bucks. And i dont even get to keep it, the doctor just stores it away somewhere for 'medical records'. Lol i bet they wont ever take it out again.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, i dont need to go back anymore!:)  cuz they told me(aft 4 years of draggy visits) what i have is super minor and has stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah kk nvm.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to meet jiayi and craig at queensway to look at some class shirt shop.&lt;br /&gt;happened to coincidentally meet belle there at the mrt station also! haha.&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting to see the different types of jerseys/shirts.&lt;br /&gt;then we totally pigged out at IKEA. :D&lt;br /&gt;and took a long ride back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8204767152971097013?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8204767152971097013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>do i really want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sound of our voices let us forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that ever hurt our feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-7344082084658841739?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7344082084658841739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-i-really-want-to-know-sound-of-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7344082084658841739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it was raining at ecp when we started cycling, but luckily by the time we got there, it was dry.&lt;br /&gt;met up with minlin and darren at macs.&lt;br /&gt;i think its been ages since i last went to ecp. the last time was with.. mel?&lt;br /&gt;ok so we just lepak-ed for awhile( HAHAH is that how you use the word? yes right. i just learnt this new word recently)&lt;br /&gt;off to dinner at parkway and met up with the rest who didnt cycle/blade.&lt;br /&gt;we started to make our way back at around 10?reached home around.. 11pm?&lt;br /&gt;it was nice riding at night man. especially because the rain just stopped. :)&lt;br /&gt;hahah i dont have a bell on my bike, so i had to keep calling out ' excuse me!' while whoever's behind me had to ring his/her bell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night something just came into my head as i slowly realised something. i kinda hope it isnt true. please. i hope im just jumping to conclusions. haha probably because i was super tired. it doesnt seem very tangible now anyway, thankfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1497722859542506149?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1497722859542506149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/hahah-so-yay-yesterday-was-funnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1497722859542506149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1497722859542506149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/hahah-so-yay-yesterday-was-funnn.html' title='gave it all 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S5jU57Na3dI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vwUAUPf7Adk/s200/24899_10150102094220032_593070031_11334565_4428800_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447337840916225490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S5jU5XeEH_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/szUxK3J2TWc/s1600-h/24899_10150102094115032_593070031_11334559_540591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S5jU5XeEH_I/AAAAAAAAA0A/szUxK3J2TWc/s200/24899_10150102094115032_593070031_11334559_540591_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447337831322361842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;these were from the other day at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially, practically completely lost in chinese. its either the teacher talks really fast, or im really lousy. most likely the latter, since everyone else seem to be able to catch wad hes saying.&lt;br /&gt;ok wad usually happens is i listen for awhile, and i somewhat understand.. then for a brief moment i stop listening cuz im distracted by some errant thought. then, when i try to listen again, i become damn lost, so i ask the person beside me(hahah i usually end up sitting beside someone whos pro at chinese so they can explain to me.) where we're at. but once they explain to me and i catch on again, the cycle repeats and soon i just start tuning out everything. frustrating, really. not good. i have no idea how im gonna do essays with having to pen down decorative chinese words instead of the standard ones we use in 报章报道.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my chinese tcher is funny. like really lame- funny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think im starting to hate tuesdays, instead of mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna nap! finally. seeyou.&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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S5jZN6QPHCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/nDWQ1OgyUIY/s72-c/24899_10150102094995032_593070031_11334615_1179961_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-7976515209828807189</id><published>2010-03-10T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:06:17.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence does the talking.</title><content type='html'>once in a while, i forget what i'm really looking for. i get by just being happy with what i'm currently in . thats suppose to be good no? take everything as it comes. but sometimes as i rmb wad i want, i feel this tinge of sadness? like, why am i not being even happier than i can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry for acting like i dont care, but sometimes its just so tiring to deal with all thats going on that i just wanna feel at peace and not deal with anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy enough of this nonsense. holidays dont seem like holidays. theres like 2 projects and dance to attend.&lt;br /&gt;Lol one of the days i have like some chrystal ambassador welcoming thing to go to. then halfway i have to leave to go for dance, then go back for the the welcoming thing i think. then after that i have a doctor's appointment(which is always so draggy and boring)&lt;br /&gt;hahah i guess im just glad i get to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog test tmr! :S&lt;br /&gt;yay for bnjs! you always make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-7976515209828807189?l=neon-stars.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-4284783061416454678.post-6231771282785646679</id><published>2010-03-06T21:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:51:05.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of Muchness.</title><content type='html'>alice in wonderland is awesommmmmme.  i was so tired out from the run and my eyes felt really heavy in the cinema but it was such a nice show that i kept awake.&lt;br /&gt;i love how freakishly funny it was. its so.. dream-like. some things they said didnt make sense.but its so fitting for the show. love for johnny depp too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i got slightly burnt. it wasnt even that long in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if i'm taking in all kinds and dif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferent levels of weird, i think i like where i am  at now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6231771282785646679?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6231771282785646679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/lack-of-muchness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6231771282785646679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6231771282785646679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/lack-of-muchness.html' title='lack of Muchness.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-5399893093010852131</id><published>2010-03-04T19:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:01:54.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be with you.</title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 17th(belated) HJ! i hope you are super touched by my card. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i feel like im going back into that stage where dance tires me out and i wake up everyday feeling so tired. i used to be super tired cuz of the traveling time from home to tk. Traveling long distances tires you out!&lt;br /&gt;but now its not even far yet im tired. monday is still okay, tuesday is also okay. hahah but by wednesday morning, i always end up super late for school, if theres some programme at 7 plus. the pw talks kinda useless also.&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best not to be so tired lor. i slept super early yesterday. i came back at around 9 and slept at 10 plus. hahahah. no time to look at chem much.&lt;br /&gt;ah well, when may's over, it wont be so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;and luckily my tutors arent that hard up for us to complete tutorials. hahah especially physics.&lt;br /&gt;our physics tcher &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like hes going through each lesson slowly, cuz he talk like so laid back. like as though he got nothing else to teach.&lt;br /&gt;but he finishes damn early everytime! then we get let off 10-15 mins earlier. hahah quite cool. like some illusion. but maybe its just for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benjy is damn funny mg. lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to dinner, sys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5399893093010852131?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5399893093010852131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-17thbelated-hj-i-hope-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5399893093010852131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5399893093010852131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-17thbelated-hj-i-hope-you-are.html' title='I&apos;d rather be with you.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6710660835707211954</id><published>2010-02-28T21:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:31:17.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im such a klutz today. whats wrong with my hands today man. i toppled this whole group of metal bottles(like bowling pins) in a shop and i couldnt make them stop toppling w/o the help of yvette. everytime i tried to put 1 back up, another falls and a domino effect is initiated.&lt;br /&gt;and i broke a bowl at home just now. Lol it happened so fast. i didnt even touch the glass aft it broke, so i dno why my finger bled. i didnt even realise it was bleeding until this drop of blood landed on my leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when yvette was smsing me names for s-s-m, i was trying not to laugh but failing, at my phone like a complete idiot on the bus. hahah this toddler beside me was peeking at my phone screen, but she probably didnt know wad i was typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAHA YAY my chinese project is done! i helped to edit and arrange the pictures and type 3 chinese words. i could type more, but i didnt see the need to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always, may God's love be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6710660835707211954?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6710660835707211954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-such-klutz-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6710660835707211954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6710660835707211954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-such-klutz-today.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-434519498517860824</id><published>2010-02-26T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:16:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drew the line for you.</title><content type='html'>today hj and i found out about typical human nature. hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad for my chinese project partner. i cant even think up of a slogan for the poster. some slogan that relates to YOG. yog is just... yog. wad can you say? And and, its in chinese. how can you translate a catchphrase to chinese, it just messes up the phrase. and yeah, you have to think of it in english first right. lol then i told her i would compile the pictures. at first she objected cuz she said like very bad cuz im doing everything. but its just compiling! anyway so yeah, then when we were reminded we had to do some 300 word reflection in chinese about the poster, lol she straightaway told me to do the compiling while she does the 300 word thing. hahah thats good i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's fire drill was so screwed, seriously. so bloody hot. and our mugshots was just after that. imagine us all sweaty and shiny faces, taking mugshots for whatever it is for.&lt;br /&gt;ilove fridays. i feel so free.. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;sometimes you piss me off for no tangible reason.&lt;/span&gt;&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-4284783061416454678.post-5674583553341034938</id><published>2010-02-23T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:39:53.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im suppose to do geog right now. i think we just need to be convincing and throw in some examples/evidences to support and make the ans look like it makes sense. and we should survive?&lt;br /&gt;i dno. it feels so vague still.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad i dont ache. usually i ache for a couple days aft some intense dance( syf?) in tk. and it was only 2 hours in tk. now its 3hours but i think i feel okay? better not say too soon, jinx it! hope this strange phenomenon keeps up. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkkk back to you, infant mortality rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight! sleep early, world!&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol i found this pic in my phone. cant rmb when it was already.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;im feeling random happiness out of nowhere right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;im so beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5581330468007200079?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5581330468007200079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-happiness-out-of-nowhere-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5581330468007200079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5581330468007200079'/><link 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noob or noob eh, me.)  w Y last night, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;its nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school feels so far away. dance starts tmr. mondays are always the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some love for your ears. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYUNn7v1oMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bYUNn7v1oMY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6671577927652088914</id><published>2010-02-18T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T19:05:51.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;i feel quite stupid, for 2 very different reasons. the 1st reason is justified. as for the 2nd reason, i think its just me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6671577927652088914?l=neon-stars.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-4284783061416454678.post-2574687647879753475</id><published>2010-02-16T01:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:13:49.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im in love with pineapple tarts(always) and this chocolate crumbly thing. the chocolate crumbly thing( i dont know what its called) had RAISINS in it.&lt;br /&gt;and ok honestly, i hate raisins. but this Chocolate crumbly thing actually complemented the raisins. like, its BECAUSE of the raisins that makes it complete and without it, it will taste boring. can you imagine how powerful the chocolate crumbly thing is, to temporarily banish my dislike for raisins?&lt;br /&gt;yeah okay.. i was just quite amazed thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its so easy to act nonchalant like i dont care, until sometimes even i believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;dont even know if thats good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;i miss certain things that i used to do. i dont know why i dont do them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i was watching Just Married just now and i smile everytime i see ashton kutcher. :) his face is just too cute, together with his shag of a hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2574687647879753475?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2574687647879753475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-in-love-with-pineapple.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2574687647879753475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2574687647879753475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-in-love-with-pineapple.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-8941422903908018232</id><published>2010-02-14T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:02:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my cny is so screwedddd, at the beginning. sigh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think a couple of my aunties dont really like me much. i can see it in their eyes when i wish them.  lol oh well. whereas some others are wayyy nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i also visited my long lost tution teacher today. i dropped in on her cuz i happen to be nearby.&lt;br /&gt;i havent seen her since sec 2 when i stopped tuition completely. shes still so nice and motherly. havent changed a bit. i felt so nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8941422903908018232?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8941422903908018232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-cny-is-so-screwedddd-at-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8941422903908018232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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like, fantasy and mythical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;wait till CG is  super ultra pro, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;im hoping Dear John wont be too bad. its just a simple love story. they shouldnt be able to screw it up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ's uniform is exactly like Mj's! just that ours is a slightly paler blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder if we are all just in a coma. hahaah i dno why i keep thinking of that.&lt;br /&gt;like, for all you know youre on a hospital bed and what you see now is actually wad you see when youre unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, you never know right. since no one actually knows wad happens when someone goes into coma. hahaah k enough of my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1251252618944707022?l=neon-stars.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-4284783061416454678.post-4998896482148715967</id><published>2010-02-09T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:17:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we spent most of our free time today drawing on shirts.&lt;br /&gt;hahah the soccer ball my classmate drew looked completely like a HONEYCOMB okay. the shape was squarish and the hexagons were of different sizes everywhere so it really looked like a honeycomb. then after awhile he got fed up w the hexagons since he had to draw so many(since they were so small) and just randomly connected lines. then he tried to salvage it by drawing bigger hexagons over the small ones. Lol it was an epic ball.&lt;br /&gt;not like im some artist, but HAHA it was damn funny sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so sleepy after our math lecture. i tried some coffee milk drink and it kinda helped. cool. i always thought coffee was completely useless. maybe cuz im biased since i never liked coffee.&lt;br /&gt;chem made us stay back for 1 extra period. reminds me of chem Mrs tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised i cant rmb wad happened in sec3. it was such a blur. it was the year we totally got plunged into so many lessons so abruptly. you are such a lost and forgettable year, 2008. haha.&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4998896482148715967?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4998896482148715967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-5918321674913807879</id><published>2010-02-07T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:14:47.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All day, its you.</title><content type='html'>will you be afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's just the weight of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When your heart's heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I, I will lift it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5918321674913807879?l=neon-stars.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-4284783061416454678.post-6708524777470052710</id><published>2010-02-04T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:58:29.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate waiting.</title><content type='html'>yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot wad time i got home.. 11?cant rmb wad time we finished.&lt;br /&gt;this morning i couldnt even listen to what the speakers/teachers were talking about in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;all of them together are so exhausting. so i played quadrapop on my phone, and i realised i can listen better when im preoccupied with it, weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;yeah we had lessons and loong breaks. sigh i dont know why i was feeling so ugh after school. indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;went home and napped super soundly for 2 hours. yeah................................................................ dont feel like saying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6708524777470052710?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6708524777470052710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6708524777470052710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6708524777470052710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-waiting.html' title='i hate waiting.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-4452718345627049243</id><published>2010-01-31T13:31:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:53:06.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 2 days at Mj were goood.&lt;br /&gt;well ok the first day was super boring cuz of the subject talks and yadayada. mass dance was super fun on 2nd day though. lol but i need to stop being late for school. hate rushing.&lt;br /&gt;the people i talk to from my group are so normal! well, my kind of normal. yay for that. hahah i actually think i might miss them a little? when we change groups on monday. oh welll, it'll be finee.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;out yesterday. was suppose to watch doctorimaginariumsmthsmth but we didnt.&lt;br /&gt;just ended up lazing around in the sun talking, spilled &lt;s&gt;mami&lt;/s&gt;mamee, figuring out lame games.(lol i seriously wonder who thought of them) and yay wth i finally figured out the stupid Handphone game.&lt;br /&gt;kidz are so cute. one of them stared at us with this super deep frown cuz she thought we were weird. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;it felt so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ive put off talking to you about it for quite awhile already. and when i finally do, you keep trying to escape when we talk about it? always changing the subject or just not answering at all. and becuz of that, its so hard to get to you. i cant tell whats going through your mind  if you keep turning away. every single time.  youre so far gone in your own self centered world. it gets tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4452718345627049243?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4452718345627049243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4452718345627049243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4452718345627049243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-yesterday.html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GPVa89jI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9trabmgjeTQ/s1600-h/IMG_5651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GPVa89jI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9trabmgjeTQ/s200/IMG_5651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714692429215282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GOxi9zqI/AAAAAAAAAzg/3eiMl1gb2gI/s1600-h/IMG_5652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GOxi9zqI/AAAAAAAAAzg/3eiMl1gb2gI/s200/IMG_5652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714682799148706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GOUaMZNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/iUtb-9CaOL0/s1600-h/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S13GOUaMZNI/AAAAAAAAAzY/iUtb-9CaOL0/s200/IMG_5644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430714674977727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went out with M. i bought some stuff and im happy about them:D&lt;br /&gt;people kept staring at her strikingly fab heels, like literally gave her the once-over up and down. Hahhaha. they secretly want them lah.&lt;br /&gt;the forever21 at 313(why is it called 313 anyway? i never really found out)really isnt anything much, even though its what, 3 or 4 storys?&lt;br /&gt;vivo's one is smaller, yet it has more stuff that appeals. i know, doesnt add up.. but its true! :)&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;and we found this cool bread shop. the manager guy is so nice(i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; hes the manager), he gave us extra. HAHA kkkk w/e.&lt;br /&gt;had lousy tako ballz and off to Heeren. its been YEARS since ive stepped foot in heeren.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember they used to have this strange graffiti bubble tea shop that had all their tables and chairs deliberately vandalised. that place totally smelt funny back then.&lt;br /&gt;its gone now. most of what used to be there is gone. A whole new leaf is turned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we caught The spy next door. HAHA lamest show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;. jackie chan spoke in cliches all the time! its so lame, it gets funny sometimes, yknow what i mean? like cold jokes. no wonder it was colder than usual in the cinema. LOL ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm k leaving out details.&lt;br /&gt;gdnight you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you have a minute, why don't we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This could be the end of everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why don't we go somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere only we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4918993857543710716?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4918993857543710716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-818892115473504510</id><published>2010-01-22T21:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:28:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not through this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1mud_HFzeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lyE6MbKLZQk/s1600-h/3793635367_08bc8787ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1mud_HFzeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lyE6MbKLZQk/s400/3793635367_08bc8787ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429562655952457186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1mrzRgXtZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-0l3gEkzd1k/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1mrzRgXtZI/AAAAAAAAAy4/-0l3gEkzd1k/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429559723132695954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wanna go to the Tonami tulip fair!(above) so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my desk is a mess. seriously. full of useless stuff. everytime i wanna keep something, i always leave it on my desk thinking i will put it away later. but apparently, i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were such big losers today, for various reasons. but i dont think i felt embarrassed because it was just too damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;cant stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, went blading yesterday. and we tried the skatepark. it is.. damn smooth like soap. maybe too smooth for skates. i got an instant bruise from trying one of the bloody steep and smooth slopes. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stars lean down to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-818892115473504510?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/818892115473504510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-through-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/818892115473504510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/818892115473504510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-through-this.html' title='not through this.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1mud_HFzeI/AAAAAAAAAzA/lyE6MbKLZQk/s72-c/3793635367_08bc8787ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-5414915680044986465</id><published>2010-01-17T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T00:41:46.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes we forget why. like how i just forgot why i needed to do something from quite a while ago. something i was so sure i had to do. hahah now i dont see the need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;thats nice, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mg.. bbqs really make me so mellow and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im sorry. i know how it has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gdnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5414915680044986465?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5414915680044986465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-we-forget-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5414915680044986465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5414915680044986465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-we-forget-why.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-1302901826371759083</id><published>2010-01-15T14:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:09:08.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1AGbK0ETaI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kB_D6Sjp2T8/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1AGbK0ETaI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kB_D6Sjp2T8/s400/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426844614810422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That the consequences of your actions really are just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That your life is just a chain reaction taking you day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1302901826371759083?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1302901826371759083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-consequences-of-your-actions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1302901826371759083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1302901826371759083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/that-consequences-of-your-actions.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S1AGbK0ETaI/AAAAAAAAAyo/kB_D6Sjp2T8/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-1580835065471414658</id><published>2010-01-12T01:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:12:58.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was snowing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S0xzwLte8SI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lmhYZ_hLW9Q/s1600-h/006+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S0xzwLte8SI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lmhYZ_hLW9Q/s320/006+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425838922689081634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;o level results totally just played us man(right hj?). hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it sunk in, and im satisfied. :)&lt;br /&gt;people are telling me all these things about different schools hahaha but i shouldnt really take them to heart.&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;sinmay(2 pointer!!!) treated us to icecream :D yay. hahah little icecream cafe's flavours are so queer. kaya toast really tasted like kaya toast, weirdly. so i got 1 scoop of milo icecream and 1 scoop of kaya toast icecream.&lt;br /&gt;its like im having Yakun breakfast in 2 scoops! Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you just crave for the classic flavours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that the other day when we went to jael's house to play wii(so fun la, she has this whole stack of wii games), we spilled 3 cups of mango juice! its not even water. its sweet. LOl all while we were playing wii. well 1 was due to the wind, but still. its quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1580835065471414658?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1580835065471414658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-snowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1580835065471414658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/1580835065471414658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-was-snowing.html' title='it was snowing.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/S0xzwLte8SI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/lmhYZ_hLW9Q/s72-c/006+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-4183222085826354837</id><published>2010-01-10T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:28:40.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we went to tj's open house yesterday. nothing much really. i think we missed most of the performances and we ended up just watching this mass dance that was repeated. yeah we walked around, it looks normal.&lt;br /&gt;its more like a cca recruitment thing. is that what they do for all open houses..? i dont know. tj's one was the first one ive been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey youre so cute, but you stink! :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whats up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, cant you just leave us with a peace of mind for once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;i looked through my dreamjournal, some dreams were so freaky mg. it was almost as though they were foreshadowing something. :O&lt;br /&gt;(done)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4183222085826354837?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/4183222085826354837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-we-went-to-tjs-open-house-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4183222085826354837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/4183222085826354837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-we-went-to-tjs-open-house-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-7986691873119903942</id><published>2010-01-03T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:18:37.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoshosho, look at your eyebrows!</title><content type='html'>i think im still in need of some sleep. i woke up early today. :D well, for church.&lt;br /&gt;then went for lunch and i was so full i think i was gonna burst. and yknow how you feel like sleeping aft you just had a huge meal?(yes thats why you always feel sleepy aft your dinner, yet you can feel awake at like 10 plus if you hold on) hahah yeah, it totally didnt help when i wanted to walk around looking for stuff.&lt;br /&gt;hahah its surprisingly fun to look at fridges and go around opening and closing the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had like 4 dreams last last night, the night that i slept 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just wanna say that...&lt;br /&gt;over the past year, ive found people i wanna keep close.&lt;br /&gt;i wont let go unless you do. so come what may and bring it on, 2010! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last line sounded so cheesy, but who cares. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;ja ne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-7986691873119903942?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/7986691873119903942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/shoshosho-look-at-your-eyebrows-omg.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7986691873119903942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/7986691873119903942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2010/01/shoshosho-look-at-your-eyebrows-omg.html' title='shoshosho, look at your eyebrows!'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-2692299928413537595</id><published>2009-12-30T00:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:49:51.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't rain on us.</title><content type='html'>the weather today is just so lovely and fine and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised how much i'll miss talking to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i found y'all, and you guys found me. aww... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;heres a heart for you! (heartz) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna say goodbye to 2009 in a couple days. but i'll unofficially say gdbye now.&lt;br /&gt;2009, you've been.. queer, kind, amazing, terrible, tiring, full of love and confusing all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;but the important thing is i guess, that youre unforgettable. well, hopefully. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ive seen and heard so many things, some of which were wonderful and everything nice and really opened my eyes, and some of which i rather not pass on or disclose.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt matter.  im still glad.:D&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes its hard to let bygones be bygones, but at least i know ive tried.&lt;br /&gt;have you? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokayyyyy, im off to read and crash. night, world.&lt;br /&gt;;O(doesnt this emoticon look like a yawn to you? HAHAH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we know is distance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're close and then we run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kiss away the difference,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you hate this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-2692299928413537595?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/2692299928413537595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-rain-on-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2692299928413537595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/2692299928413537595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-rain-on-us.html' title='Don&apos;t rain on us.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-6714469461916930291</id><published>2009-12-26T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:50:33.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you wanna know how irritating an itchy/sore throat can get?  its veryveryveryx100 meccha irritating.&lt;br /&gt;its not even a cough please. this is worse than a fever. i mean, not that fevers are good, but at least you can sleep. this annoying thing doesnt really allow you to sleep cuz its so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;and how did i get this?&lt;br /&gt;probably from my irritating brother who kept coughing IN MY FACE. idiot right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,  i tried 6 methods to cure it.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 6.&lt;/span&gt; but none of them seem to be working.&lt;br /&gt;now i have spasms of unreal coughs cuz it scratches the throat internally and soothes it for just a moment.ack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6714469461916930291?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6714469461916930291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-wanna-know-how-irritating-itchysore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6714469461916930291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6714469461916930291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-wanna-know-how-irritating-itchysore.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-6045259980641639440</id><published>2009-12-23T01:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:57:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was breathing with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/SzGSZ3D0j6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/QnSVWoJ0OL8/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/SzGSZ3D0j6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/QnSVWoJ0OL8/s320/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418272799677779874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i got home, i totally dressed tinkerbell up as santa, according to the festive season. hahah. its this toy thing mel got from disneyland. there are other outfits also. HAHA its been forever since i touched a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so happy yesterday. :) maybe cuz of the lights. everything's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, avatar was super awesome. everything's so raw and pretty, esp the things they put on themselves and the paint and the lights and everything.&lt;br /&gt;its so righteous and stand up for what you want kind. super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/SzGSwZl5JLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OEUxMPZauOE/s1600-h/DSC000041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/SzGSwZl5JLI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OEUxMPZauOE/s320/DSC000041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418273186904614066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, this picture was taken 2 nights ago. i saw this part of the sky being illuminated by something behind trees/buildings. i thought it was just some manmade lighting thing, but it was there throughout the whole night and the next night too. i was thinking it could be the moon, but can it be that low and that bright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it when i look into the distance and i see its raining and misty, but not at my place. its all dry over here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6045259980641639440?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6045259980641639440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-breathing-with-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6045259980641639440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6045259980641639440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-breathing-with-you.html' title='I was breathing with you.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E3earvmC00E/SzGSZ3D0j6I/AAAAAAAAAxw/QnSVWoJ0OL8/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-3469894159818690527</id><published>2009-12-20T12:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:42:48.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last night i was talking to mel(aft yvette) on the phone. we were talking away and i dno, it just came to that point where i was becoming drowsy(from tiredness) and started slurring. she knew wad was happening(cuz it happened before) and told me i should sleep but nooo i didnt listen.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, next time i should totally hang up before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;everything i said was like crap and slur.. and even more crap. lol i cant really rmb now, but yeah i vaguely knew. it was almost as though i was drunk on drowsiness, if thats even possible.&lt;br /&gt;i think it must have been super irritating to listen, especially last night.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i do that to her dno how many times already. i feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;my body clock is so efficient. it will wake me up almost exactly after 8 hours of sleep everytime, regardless of the time i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, cause it takes some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and just a little bit of good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reality won't hurt, well, not longer than it should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; just talking about pain that is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; face the fact, don't act like you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3469894159818690527?l=neon-stars.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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-4787738566665587905</id><published>2009-12-18T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:40:18.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and i cant, i cant pick up the pieces.</title><content type='html'>i hope you figure it out. whats there to figure out anyway? i have no idea. :)&lt;br /&gt;so why does it matter? again, no idea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love christmas. it just feels so gooood. i dont rmb when i started thinking christmas was the best holiday. it just happened. i love walking along the streets on the 24th till midnight comes so it becomes christmas. yay i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-4787738566665587905?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-6542959627789565689</id><published>2009-12-17T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:31:47.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>history repeats, always. always.</title><content type='html'>hello you.&lt;br /&gt;and how are you feeling today, world? warmer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time in Mustafa today. city square too. its such a foreign place.&lt;br /&gt;hahah hj's shop is so fun. :) :)&lt;br /&gt;we were helping k. lol the staring at the macs person opposite thing is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;then we visited EVE-T and nicoleniammm. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wants us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There can be no courage unless you're scared in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. tmr feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6542959627789565689?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6542959627789565689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/history-repeats-always.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6542959627789565689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/6542959627789565689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/history-repeats-always.html' title='history repeats, always. always.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-3075515415582838872</id><published>2009-12-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:12:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know better than that.</title><content type='html'>hahahaha i wish i could type anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;which i could, but i cant. you get it.&lt;br /&gt;my phone is strange. my phone is dead. it hangs by itself. suicidal sia, my phone.&lt;br /&gt;lol oh well. let it be.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote some more cards today. mg la, its taking quite a while to finish all of them.&lt;br /&gt;i think the :O emoticon is my fave. it conveys alot.&lt;br /&gt;today i bumped into edwin peter. i didnt know his branch was at tamp. hahah&lt;br /&gt;today was weird too.&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;well not really.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i'll stop anyway.&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3075515415582838872?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3075515415582838872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-better-than-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3075515415582838872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3075515415582838872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-better-than-that.html' title='I know better than that.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-6318319189325312415</id><published>2009-12-12T12:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:49:25.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a nice talk to an old friend yesterday. i cant believe the year went past like that. funny it doesnt feel like much has passed since i last spoke to this friend. i cant even rmb anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i try to sleep something off, its not quite possble.&lt;br /&gt;it only feels fine the moment just when i wake up, and then i just lay there slowly becoming fully awake and then the feel- fine feeling(hahah fff) is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel i know you can see this. you enjoying yourself in disneyland with all your fairytale characters right.&lt;br /&gt;come back quickly yo. and tell me everything about humphrey. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you know where your heart is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you think you can find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or did you trade it for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Somewhere better just to have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6318319189325312415?l=neon-stars.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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-180874942426430754</id><published>2009-12-11T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:00:45.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling facades off well.</title><content type='html'>rocket summer i love your words.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book fest today was huge hellll. well, huge. but not hell. found many nice things :) HAHA the organizers are such cheaters, right bridget?&lt;br /&gt;the queue was crazy long. we spent an hour queuing to reach the cashier to pay. yes, we timed. lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally dozed off just now. frankenstein, the book that ive been constantly leaving aside while reading and sometimes even re-reading some other books, finally got picked up. quite interesting and queer in a way. i think it'll get quite unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it'll be scary, though thats the first thing most ppl will think of frankenstein.&lt;br /&gt;ah well. monsters have feelings too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-180874942426430754?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/180874942426430754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/rocket-summer-i-love-your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/180874942426430754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/180874942426430754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/rocket-summer-i-love-your-words.html' title='Pulling facades off well.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8344451787538564845</id><published>2009-12-09T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:49:58.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh i hate it. didnt think it would be that difficult. am i horrible?(dont answer that) cuz i totally feel that way.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-1109621333658501807</id><published>2009-12-08T18:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:25:46.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old brand new you.</title><content type='html'>i finally bought this huge frame from ikea to frame the blown up photo hj gave me.&lt;br /&gt;lol now i dont know where to hang it. if i hang it above my headrest of my bed, im afraid it will fall on me when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;or should i just lean it against smth.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i'll decide later. i need to clean out my old stuff too. another day, probably. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop procrastinating. i told myself that a few weeks ago also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you cant help leaving some things undone, dont you think? cuz it makes you worry less, even if it makes you a little selfish for not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised the songs i really like usually come from one republic. right now its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the right moves.&lt;/span&gt; super catchy.:)&lt;br /&gt;and i think i can reeeally confirm that The fray's songs dont make sense&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at all eh. love them nonethess, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished watching mei-chan no shitsuji today. lolol what a cliched fairytale. but its so sweet. and hiro is so sweet, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. i just missed the sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1109621333658501807?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1109621333658501807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-4284783061416454678.post-6623143738911787157</id><published>2009-12-07T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:09:03.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're such a surprise.</title><content type='html'>yesterday's bbq was just nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;we didnt really have leftovers and the food was gooood.&lt;br /&gt;cuz bridget's dad helped us to marinate.&lt;br /&gt;and we are amazing fire starters :Dwe braved the wind and drizzle with the help of our handy dandy tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it always feels so sober aft a bbq that it almost feels kinda high, yknow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;today, town w sy and mel.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Carol is damn freaky i swear. somore we watched it in 3D. it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; felt like a weird horror show.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah we visited van too, at the restaurant. funny uniform hahah.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we walked along orchard to see the christmas lights and baskers.&lt;br /&gt;there was this aerobics pair. lol its quite creepy to see how flexible they were. they were only like our age or maybe younger.&lt;br /&gt;the christmas lightings were not too bad. we walked super far, like a span of 2 or 3 mrt stops? hahah. ah well. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feet are dying for the night.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6623143738911787157?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6623143738911787157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-such-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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me.&lt;br /&gt;typical human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to develop photos.&lt;br /&gt;hahah omg la, dno wads with the lady at the counter, totally gave me the evil eye when i asked if she could wait awhile. after that also. its not like she needed to help me do anything, i just needed to pay her eh. lollll.&lt;br /&gt;its raining everyday man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realised that yknow that comical kungfu fighting song in Kungfu panda?haha.&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics are actually quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'....&lt;br /&gt;Although the future is a little bit fright'ning&lt;br /&gt;It's the book of your life that you're writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant ball of clay&lt;br /&gt;You could be a work of art&lt;br /&gt;If you just go all the way'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah k bye.&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-4284783061416454678.post-6781771394547528044</id><published>2009-12-02T11:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:16:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll ttyvvvml.</title><content type='html'>its a sad, sad world.&lt;br /&gt;after going through all the complications, anxieties, frustrations, worry for everyone around( i feel bad for them  cuz they had to take our irritation)...its gone.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was never meant to be. maybe thats what The Above was telling us all the while, that it was never meant to be, maybe because something even harder/worse awaited us over there and thats why we werent suppose to go.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sad for my clothes, i bought them esp for it. especially the outercoat(love). i guess they will be used in future.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can also find that stupid mosquito that bit me while typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;hopefully&lt;/u&gt;, people can be nice enough to not rub it in. i really dont need it thank you.&lt;br /&gt;if you asked, maybe i would explain the whole thing, but its such a long, long story.&lt;br /&gt;hah and maybe i can stop sounding so melodramatic in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll feel better soon enough. and thats actually very plausible.&lt;br /&gt;because honestly theres so many other things to care about and deal with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-6781771394547528044?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/6781771394547528044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-4284783061416454678.post-3013112577406717860</id><published>2009-11-28T23:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:37:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/japanesefood/1/0/p/L/riceomeletmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/japanesefood/1/0/p/L/riceomeletmed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.degourget.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/omurice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.degourget.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/omurice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried making omurice(above)&lt;br /&gt;it totally looked easy to make, but its totally not!!&lt;br /&gt;try flipping rice+meat+veg coated with egg(so that all the rice has a bit of egg) to make an omelette.  super hard man, everything will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;the pros just flip it by shaking the pan, yknow those kind of movements where the things in the pan fly up abit and come down overturned.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. well i cant do that. HAHA so its super hard.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the easy way is to cook the egg first then wrap rice in it. but thats.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;omurice. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mine didnt turn out as nice looking, but it still tastes kinda good. So there, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a small heat blister cuz this dumb spark of hot oil jumped onto my finger. aiya but its super small and doesnt hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im a good healer from blisters :) the ones on my feet dont hurt anymore either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel a split moment of sadness when i think back(looong ago. yeah my memory's good when it comes to ancient things, sorta) to the things people say. I just had a brief recall/flashback/whatever from maybe.. a year plus ago? and its sad cuz it was from someone i actually care about(hahah i think he doesnt even know i do). but the moment's gone now. so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well world, i'll see you and ttyl then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-3013112577406717860?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/3013112577406717860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tried-making-omuriceabove-it-totally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3013112577406717860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/3013112577406717860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tried-making-omuriceabove-it-totally.html' title='Don&apos;t ask.'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-1249371739929388243</id><published>2009-11-26T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T14:16:12.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yknow, i have a developed photo of a cute dog that actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; exists&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(not&lt;/span&gt; those picture-perfect poster dog thing people buy)on my stickyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha it has been there for awhile already, ever since i found it around the house. turned out my parents used to keep a dog.&lt;br /&gt;i know la, lolol its so weird to pin it to my stickyboard when ive never even met it, but its really so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is weird fact day.&lt;br /&gt;wokay, i needa leave the house soon.&lt;br /&gt;bye you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-1249371739929388243?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/1249371739929388243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/yknow-i-have-developed-picture-of-cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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photosyadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, lets move on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know you have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its a new dawn, its a new life, i'm feeling goooooooooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet our holidays will fly, but i truly hope i lose this bet.&lt;br /&gt;hahah i read this article the other day, yknow why our time seems to be flying by?&lt;br /&gt;some people say its cuz, 1 year to us right now, is only 1/16th of our lives. and the fraction gets smaller as we get older.&lt;br /&gt;whereas time seems to go by slower when we were younger, lets say when we were 3 because 1 year to us was 1/3 of our life. hahah weird right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, some say its cuz when we get older, theres little that we have not experienced before, so we just store all our experiences away quickly w/o going through them properly cuz we know we have gone through this before.&lt;br /&gt;thats why we feel time flies. :D now thats cool huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now that i think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really think i knew it, subconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but i guess maybe i didnt wanna admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-5462031017584521471?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/5462031017584521471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-quite-sure-you-guys-felt-same-way.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5462031017584521471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/5462031017584521471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-quite-sure-you-guys-felt-same-way.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4284783061416454678.post-44462181094576317</id><published>2009-11-18T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:40:31.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it gets so scary sometimes. its always scary, but sometimes it feels more scary than before.&lt;br /&gt;im not even scared for myself.&lt;br /&gt;and that makes it ever more scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had such a queer dream last night. it was this carnival thing, with booths everywhere, along an alley. but we didnt try any booths. we just kept walking along.&lt;br /&gt;somehow in the dream i had this constant feeling that i was looking for someone? even before i left the house to go to the carnival, i already was hoping to look for someone.but i didnt find him(yeah, it felt like a him).&lt;br /&gt;then i had to hand out these colour pencils to people whose names and school and class were on it,&lt;br /&gt;and dno by some stupid rule, the people at the carnival couldnt tell me what schools they were from or their names.&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;dreams are weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puffed up eyes this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-44462181094576317?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/44462181094576317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-gets-so-scary-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/44462181094576317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/44462181094576317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-gets-so-scary-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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-4284783061416454678.post-8699995011096228421</id><published>2009-11-15T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:47:58.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey you. just got back,&lt;br /&gt;so it was my first time cycling from tampines to pasiris park  alone - to meet jael and sinmay who wanted to run so they took bus there first.&lt;br /&gt;it was just after it rained, so it was reeeeally cooling and super nice and everything!&lt;br /&gt;i was scared at first when i saw the lone path with plants surrounding it that led to pasiris.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed!! hahaha. i didnt know which way to go after the path came to this traffic junction so i asked around here and there.&lt;br /&gt;so many nice people eh, all knowing the way to go to the beach. so yeah, i got there safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i cycled while they jogged. lolol i think we went on for like... according to them, 2.4km! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;not much people at the beach though, only ppl barbecuing.  probably becuz it just rained.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to eat, at like 8 plus pm? super dark. then i was wondering how am i suppose to ride back through the secluded connector at night alone.&lt;br /&gt;but later, so kind of jael and her father to fetch me and sinmay back. yes, with my bike and all. thank you!+ sorry for the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;:) we have pictures but its sorta unglam, so nono.&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna do it again, but not alone la. especially when its at night.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. bye you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4284783061416454678-8699995011096228421?l=neon-stars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/feeds/8699995011096228421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8699995011096228421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4284783061416454678/posts/default/8699995011096228421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neon-stars.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118179199159227287</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
