<?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-6127767</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:12.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my two front teeth</title><subtitle type='html'>this is our reign and no one shall take over
together we shall dominate the world ...
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-112307058109620493</id><published>2005-08-03T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T05:04:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this really is a much funner and invasive way of tagging people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;waha. guess who?&lt;br /&gt;mouth chen. go figure. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset and irritated but this is your blog not mine. love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-112307058109620493?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/112307058109620493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/112307058109620493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-really-is-much-funner-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110794107756322379</id><published>2005-02-09T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:24:37.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How much have you collected? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have collected a lot. lets count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10 litres of Pain, a thousand packets of Misery, a few hundred boxes of Hurt and a small teaspoon of Comfort.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You listen up. I will, from now on, pick myself up. Learn from what happened and go on. Now that i know, and have learnt of almost everything, now that we've talked about it and loosened things, i will stop here and look around me, say yes to the one who'd been constantly caring. I will accept, but i cannot let go. Turn away and wait for better things to come. I will. Even though i constantly dream of the things that would never come, i wouldn't ever miss. Because you say that even if we were to turn back time, you'd do the same. You may never understand what you're doing to me, but i will forgive, though not forget. You will never know how you changed my world. And for the last time, i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110794107756322379?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110794107756322379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110794107756322379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-much-have-you-collected-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110777109108645746</id><published>2005-02-07T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T03:21:20.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i collasped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bad hair day&lt;/span&gt;. i had my haircut yesterday and it turned out outrageous. &lt;strong&gt;Its too&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; loud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Without my hairband, i look boyish because its short. The people will start yakking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;School is rather straineous these days, with my emotions running high and low, fluctuating as and when it fancies. Fickle. Going to school has become a chore, rather than an enjoyment like it used to be. Sometimes i hate staying in school till the late evenings. Meow. Maybe things will get better. Just like Midori said : &lt;strong&gt;"Tomorrow will be a better day ; i believe."&lt;/strong&gt; She may do the most unthinking and irritable things sometimes, but I love the way she makes herself strong, the way she stays strong and that undying effort to keep up with everything she needs to keep up with. And somehow i feel that she's the most sensible one amongst us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There. My brother's using his labtop again. Meow. I wish i could get one too, though i don't know what for. We're talking on MSN though we're sitting in the same room, making full use of modern technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;why am i waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'd a terrible day. Chinese was a blast. Cheryl, Claudine and I were being mega destructive in class and Miss Foo got really angry and upset. I had to fa zhan for almost an hour. I think its a tough job teaching, not to mention teaching 4D. Well, we've been known for the most incrutable faces, irritable pranks, bad attitudes, late homeworks, unpunctuality, high ability to make noise, indifference and so on. Every teacher complains. Oh, but hey, leave the bad attitudes to Dara, Adeline and I. &lt;strong&gt;We Dominate&lt;/strong&gt; =) I don't understand why Miss Lee somehow feels relieved that she's finally got a councillor in class. She was telling Addy and I the other day that this is the most difficult class she had taught since the millenium. I think most teachers are quite pleased with the fact that we're a graduating class. Thats why they constantly remind us about the fact that we're having our O' Levels in 10 sickening months. We collected class photos today and I wrote Claudine a rather long autograph that filled her whole entire page. I kept telling her that she looks possessed in the photo X) Before english, Dara and I were playing. She attempted to kick me and i pulled her leg, causing her to fall. As i was busy laughing, i tripped over the hump at the side of the corridor, fell and knocked my ankle, causing a slight sprain. Dara Toh Shi Xian had the last laugh this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school, another clumsy case happened. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess what&lt;/span&gt;. I went to my locker, got my cheese biscuits and walked up the staircase. When i was on the last fourth step, i tripped, fell and spilled my drink all over the place, my hand and bag. A balaku was formed instantaneously on my shin. In the name of intense pain and distress, I whined my way to class only to find Lin and Jo laughing at me without &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; sympathy of &lt;strong&gt;any form, as usual.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I officially declare them the most uncompassionate people of the day.&lt;/strong&gt; It is not very funny when you see someone falling, for the second time of the day, on the staircase, is it. I had to spend half an hour washing up the mess i created on the steps, excluding the time I spent extracting that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; tub out of the toilet bowl. Naturally in a bad mood, i swung my arms around, grumbling to Jo and my hand just banged against the huge locker with that odd colour matching. No, its not over yet. I still had to endure the pain in my throat and the agony of a fever. In the end, i went home feeling unsteady psycologically, emotionally and physically. But i'm proud that i didn't reach out my hand and go home via the &lt;strong&gt;express way&lt;/strong&gt; =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bel didn't turn up for school. I shouldn't have either. I feel sick. Maybe its because i've been skipping meals and all. Meow. I've been having a bad cough, diarrhoea and fever. I ate and vomitted again. This is a bad bad bad story. Maybe i &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; becoming a cat. Sometimes i suspect that i am like one, since almost everyone's telling me that. But i don't want to transform =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was trying to recollect the past, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;reminiscing, thinking, missing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walked the paths we used to walk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;took the stairs we used to take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sat at the same seats we'd sit,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looked at the same things that we'd look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything was in place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the most important thing of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hold on when you feel like letting go."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110777109108645746?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110777109108645746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110777109108645746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-collasped.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110769535483692084</id><published>2005-02-06T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T05:09:14.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why do i smile even though its so painful inside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, i'm beginning to loathe you, as much as i love you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110769535483692084?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110769535483692084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110769535483692084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-i-smile-even-though-its-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110761141230566457</id><published>2005-02-05T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T06:32:38.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went out early in the morning and met up with my cousins. Lunch was alright, but i ordered the wrong food and it spoilt my mood for the whole day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was supposed to snip off the out of control overcrowding hair on my head today, but the shop was closed =( How sad. till tomorrow, then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's BC tomorrow. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wan and I saw a car similar to Mum's so we ran towards it, only to see an old man staring out of the window. We got the shock of our lives and we RAN away. She'd done SO many retarded things today. I cant believe this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was supposed to call Wee last night but her phone was engaged, i don't know why. Lin was being a great friend. Valerie was in a terrible mood last night and i said so many things that annoyed her. Hahaha. Go Buy 4D. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moo. Where's YUAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why do i feel like this. you are a meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think Adam and Lin are probably the only person who'd entertain me whenever i'm bored. Maybe they're always bored too. Adam now calls me Miss Cow. tsk. what a stupid name. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what would you do if i really left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;would you cry, or hold back,&lt;br /&gt;or would you let go and then regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110761141230566457?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110761141230566457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110761141230566457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/went-out-early-in-morning-and-met-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110751417457472227</id><published>2005-02-04T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T04:17:40.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shi wo fang ni zou yuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do we really have to lose it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do i really have to let go of what i hung onto for so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do i really have to turn around and walk away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do i really have to keep my regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do i really have to leave my happiness down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do i really have to do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so you could give me wings to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;catch me when i fall&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolution Of The Week :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treat others like you'd like to be treated.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's a black out in my house and i'm typing in the dark. Things aren't turning out exactly nicely these days. School was exceptionally short today. 4 periods, or rather, 2 only. Karmila came to me with a note today which tells me to stop coughing. haha. like i told Cheryl, its lame but it shows the impact on how ill i am. Thanks Karmila =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Addy Jo Wingyan Joyce and I helped out at Swimmaton heats today. Jo did something REALLY funny. She took Miss Ng's two loud hailers, put it by her face on each side and asked me : "Do i look like Anna?" hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its most probably the first time Wingyan took part in a school event, not to mention the word actively. Cheryl, Jade and Bernice came after that. They added on so much more fun. Bernice and Jade were constantly talking RUBBISH and i said something that kept absolutely Weejia quiet. haha. Jade and Peihan swam. It was hilarious. They kept turning to look at each other and Jade didn't even realise she was almost off the lane. haha. Cheryl sent Jade Bernice and I home after that. The conversation in the car was abolutely funny. Friends around are of great help sometimes, actually. Oh, and i saw Melis Wee today in her suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As promised, i'm going to help Cheryl and Jade publicise their glory. Or rather, one and only glory. Have you ever thought of this - you are walking into a cinema, sat down and never realised that you're sitting beside someone famous. If you think its too Korean drama series-like, check this out. Cheryl and Jade, the Tai Tais who are sensitive to any unbranded item, who're afraid of every speck of dust, bit of dirt, the oversensitive, overreactive people who think the wrong way about everything, the ones who gossip about everything are actually recognised by Singapore Tennis Lawn Association, being top 6 in doubles &lt;strong&gt;in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;. I almost fainted when i heard them talk about it. I thought they were talking rubbish, as always. But then again, anything's possible, ain't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Moo. We're getting tired of the stupid joke already. I think Cheryl's getting so annoyed with it, especially when retarded Jade and Weejia don't know when to stop. I can't believe how she really thought we all idolize her when in actual fact, she's just a puppet for our personal entertainment. I've got a question to ask : Since when did Debbie got involved in this? aha. okay. I shalln't be mean this week. My brother has the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Internet" target="_blank"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt; connection on his lab top and this is SO annoying. I should have went too, so i could get myself another luxurious item. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;. And there he goes again. Meow, &lt;strong&gt;but i love him SO much&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe you've got &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt; of my essence in you, so much so that you're &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; trying to speak and behave like me. Its time to grow up. Please do find some of your own creativity and style soon. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why are the things that you said and say, did and do replaying in my mind, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why do i learn to treasure, learn of the importance only when i start to lose and have lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do i have to lose and leave.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6, 8, 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever think about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you ever cry yourself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the middle of the night when you're awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Are you calling out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever reminisce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cant believe i'm acting like this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know its crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How i still can feel your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;since you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you so much and I don't know what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should know better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its just not the case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours since you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever ask about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do your friends still tell you what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everytime the phone rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you wish it was me calling you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you still feel the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or has time put out te flame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is everything okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours since you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you so much and i don't know what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be over you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should know better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its just not the case&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours since you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its hard enough just passing the time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i cant seem to get you off my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when is the good bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me why&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me why &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours since you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you so much and i don't know what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should be over you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I should know better &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its just not okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been 6 months 8 days 12 hours since you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so near yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110751417457472227?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110751417457472227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110751417457472227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/shi-wo-fang-ni-zou-yuan-do-we-really.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110743344968466968</id><published>2005-02-03T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:24:09.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boo. I'm leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is a precious yet painful lesson learnt. I will remember it for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been down for a very long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you never know what you've got till its gone."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This sounds very cliche, doesn't it? But its true. It'd been like this all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I cant believe i've been feeling like this all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sorry, Hy. You are disappointed, upset, annoyed, what not, but i'm more disappointed in myself than you are in me. i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss the old meowful you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110743344968466968?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110743344968466968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110743344968466968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110734938452109376</id><published>2005-02-02T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T05:03:04.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;dang(1) yong(1) you(3) yi(3) jing(1) shi(4) shi(1) qu(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jiu(4) yong(3) gan(3) de(3) fang(4) qi(4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm down with a flu, headache and stomachache, but the main agony comes from the prize that i've to pay. I wish i could turn back time, shut my gap, carried on with life. I wish i stopped to think, like i never did before. But is there any use regretting now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School was unglorious today, upsetting and at the same time, challenging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things are turning for the better now, but are they like what i thought? I wish it is. It may hurt so damn much, but it'd at least be encouraging. But what if it wasn't? My life's in a complete mess, i dont even know what i'm doing all the time. Yes Ming, you've got this one chance to laugh. Now, shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i found out this one thing was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That i'm nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Than good times with someone new. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then i met someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And thought she could replace you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got along just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But wasted time because she was not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wish you'd call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110734938452109376?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110734938452109376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110734938452109376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/02/dang1-yong1-you3-yi3-jing1-shi4-shi1.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110707614139928148</id><published>2005-01-30T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:09:01.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我知道故事不会太曲折&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我总会遇见一个什么人&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;陪我过没有了她的人生&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;成家立业之类的等等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;她做了她觉得对的选择&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我只好祝福她真的对了&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;爱不到我最想要爱的人&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;谁还能要我怎样呢&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我爱的人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;不是我的爱人&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;她心里每一寸都属于另一个人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;她真幸福&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;幸福得真残忍&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;让我又爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;又恨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;她的爱&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;怎么那么深&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;我爱的人&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;她已有了爱人&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;从他们的眼神&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;说明了我不可能&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;每当听见她或他说「我们」&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;就像听见爱情&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;永恒的嘲笑声&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110707614139928148?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110707614139928148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110707614139928148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/theus_30.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110705312127229453</id><published>2005-01-29T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:45:21.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;也许我还不够能力把你彻底忘记&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;至少我懂适当时离去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我受了重伤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;己不再对爱渴望&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;握紧的手始终要放&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;留得住的只是荒壤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我受了重伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;离开只是种疗方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;放手逃离伤心的海岸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;遗憾的是没找到盲目的药方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;多留一分钟就多痛一分钟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我该学会如何遗忘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;只是一分钟就能从痛苦中释&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;放&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;不必为了别人而伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110705312127229453?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110705312127229453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110705312127229453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/theus.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110691490054175053</id><published>2005-01-28T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T04:21:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Latest Resolutions : Not to meow people anymore and pour water over the raging anger and unbounded sharp sarcasm in me. Quit the game of retaliation and focus on reality and reality only. Walk away from the day dreams and fantasies, don't turn around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There were many discoveries made this week. Hiao and I are officially named Detention Queens, having made to serve detention three times in a row over a period of three consecutive days, for different matters,&lt;strong&gt; together&lt;/strong&gt;. Karen and I got along well, and she's one of the most mathematical person who is patient to teach, unlike Hiao who's always tsk-ing, unlike Hy, who always says i'm like Mr Black, unlike Wee who sometimes constantly ignores me. I was really down today, and when i went online, Karen started a conversation. She said " hey hey, you haven't lost everything. You've got your friends." It suddenly dawned upon me that i've been terrible to her. So i told her "for all the times i meowded you, judged you and thought you were just another chairperson who screams and screams your lungs out at everyone last year, i apologise. i never did once stopped to look at you and say, hey, look. she's just trying to get her job done. i followed the crowd, and like the rest, thought that 'there she goes.' and more than once, i even made things dfficult for you. until we became friends this year, only did i realise that there's more to you. the mathematical side, the sporty side, the fun side, the FOOD side, the great friend side =)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And i'm glad i told her that. More than once, I destroyed beautiful friendships because of my temperamental nature, unforgiving and loud temper. &lt;strong&gt;Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;, Joyce, Debbie, Jeannette, Ying Wei, Feizhen, and finally, the most unforgettable one, &lt;strong&gt;Kim.&lt;/strong&gt; Amongst all these quarrels, a mere few were mended, some, we still do quarrel, and the rest, we walk past each other like we aren't acquiented. But hey, I do miss them, till now i still think of them, think of the what ifs and if onlys and the beautiful past. I do have my regrets, shedded tears, difficult times of letting gos, hanging ons and inability to control the hurt in me that turns into extreme anger which leads to increasing comments, invasion and destruption of one's social and emotional life, that results in more and more retaliation which finally ends with the breaking of that very special bond. Even though these things happened so long time ago, why is there a tingling sense of remourse and regret, why do i have the urge of wanting to have them back, the&lt;strong&gt; old them&lt;/strong&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;old me&lt;/strong&gt;? These people were once the most important people of my life, but all the factors that made us break up, turn and walk away from that once beautiful and glamorous friendship and then, start to regret. But then again, who haven't i quarreled with? Name me one acquientance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another thing that made modern technology useful is MSN. I was talking to yuan before i chatted with Karen, pouring my heart out and telling her the most sensitive things and thoughts in my mind, and she had to go off, due to emotional difficulties. But of course, i understood. The point is, we've been best of friends for so long, so much so that it causes me to start to think. All our lives, we've been in the same situations, be it happy or sticky. Since young, we were the most rebellious "Ah Lians" in primary school, violent and independent, never a target for bullies, be it female or male. Or should i put it this way - We were probably the bullies. haha. In secondary school, we don't meet nor talk often, but the same things happen to us. The sudden burst of passion for something, which was Basketball for me, and NCC for her. The incoming of many important people who left footsteps and stepped out. And now, its the same screwed up position that we're stuck in. she said somethings that made me really glad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss.                       ; yuani. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to me you`re stil my best friend you noe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so now, i've lost everything.                                                                         theMeowQueenrock  __圣婴德兰篮球队 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you too you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss.                       ; yuani. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;although we dont meet each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but you noe i stil care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and regard  you a close and best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so now, i've lost everything.                                                                         theMeowQueenrock  __圣婴德兰篮球队 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i love you too =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can anyone be any sweeter?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Corrisa is such a darling. She, like Hy, gave me the support when i needed it most. Thank you, Cor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hiao told me that i've met my target of being the Bitch Of The Day today, but I don't want to be that. I don't feel really good too, you know. Whats wrong with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have just formulated a new philosophy of the week for Wee and myself  and we're going on with our Words of the Day and Philosophies. School is great fun, sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel that everyone has a little bit of my essence in them, and everyone whom i asked agrees to it. Is this supposed to be great? I'm sorry man, &lt;strong&gt;i'm no role model.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110691490054175053?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110691490054175053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110691490054175053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/latest-resolutions-not-to-meow-people.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110682841801129641</id><published>2005-01-27T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T04:36:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if the sun refused to shine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, Hy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For lending me that shoulder when i really needed it, badly. For not walking away, like she did. For not giving up. For being there. For all the love you shine upon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, Yuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For giving me the endless supports and encouragement whenever i'm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, Reena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For remembering. I'm starting to miss you already. You should be in Perth now, but please do keep in contact with me. I'll see you in April =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I miss yitian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a clear line that seperated the good and the bad, the hardworking and the lazy, the committed and the uncommitted, the stayers and the strayers. It wasn't difficult. Why did we allow giving up to be an option? And in the end, no miracle happened, shattering everything and leaving me with nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you reap what you sow."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If only you stayed. If only i worked hard. If only they stayed. If only i didn't gave up. If only i worked earlier on. If only we didn't break the strong bond that held us close. If only we didn't quarrel. &lt;strong&gt;If only&lt;/strong&gt; i didn't lose you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had time, but we wasted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had a chance, but we let it slip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had a shot, but we missed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we have a choice, let's make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- Let's get back the one chance which we slipped and hold on tight to what we had let go of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't want to walk out again, leaving regrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;输了球，可以再努力，赢回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;但是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;丢掉的机会永远等不到，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;失去的人永远要不回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;为什么。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;不是说好了到远方旅行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;看世界多大是我们的约定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;当时一起看的那部电影&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;罗马的假期&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;还读了许多关于旅行的书籍&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;还以为已经说好了我们一起努力&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;我从来没有怀疑&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;很相信&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;不管多远的距离&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;都可以一步一步地接近&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;发生什么事&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;让你后来放弃&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;电视播放着细节&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;多煽情的mv唤醒我所有的回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的心没有办法休息&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;你不知道我一直都在想你&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;深夜电台播的旋律&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;伤感在空气中传递&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我百感交集&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这首歌每一句都痛到我心里&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were the one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who i could tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my deepest fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you were the one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who always wiped away my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when it hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were my angel straight from above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;like a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i never saw you were falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so now i've lost everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz now you say you're gone forever more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so who will i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who will i run to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who will i turn to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that you left me behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will dry my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who will i run to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who will i turn to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now that you're not here in my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were the one i took for granted all those years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and you were the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i should have known &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how could i be so blind not to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what was before my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll get you back here with me even if it takes the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cuz i would do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cuz &lt;strong&gt;i want you back forever more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will turn to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now that you left me behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will dry my tears when i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now that you're not here in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i would gladly journey cross a deep blue sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i could know that i could have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i realise that i was blind but now i finally see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i need you back here in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh baby can it be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now that you left me here behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will dry my tears when i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i run to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who will i turn to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now that you're not here in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who will be there for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's gonna rescue me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's gonna share my dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's gonna mend this broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why does this sound so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always&lt;/strong&gt;.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110682841801129641?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110682841801129641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110682841801129641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-if-sun-refused-to-shine-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110674798080106651</id><published>2005-01-26T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T05:59:40.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why do you have to do this? why are you robbing me of my everything? why are you constantly adding on to the already high level of torture you're giving? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;趁着黑夜还未破晓之前离开你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;你那时来还睡得很甜蜜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是否有察觉到我的一片苦心&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是为了不让你逃避你自己&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;也许我还不够能力把你彻底忘记&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;至少我懂适当时离去&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;我受了重伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;己不再对爱渴望&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;握紧的手始终要放&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;留得住的只是荒壤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;我受了重伤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;离开只是种疗方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;放手逃离伤心的海岸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;遗憾的是没找到盲目的药方&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;多留一分钟就多痛一分钟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我该学会如何遗忘&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;只是一分钟就能从痛苦中释放&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;不必为了别人而伤&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know why,but this hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110674798080106651?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110674798080106651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110674798080106651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-do-you-have-to-do-this-why-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110657012950790582</id><published>2005-01-24T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T04:42:59.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YES! The lil cousin whom i'm extremely fond of is staying over at my house for quite a few days! She's so adorable and pretty, so lovable and smashingly bewitching. I cant leave her at all. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That was fake. I can't laugh out loud now. Times are getting depressing. I think i'll talk it out with you. Maybe not straight in the face, but yes, i'll face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm being victimised by Dara Bernice Cheryl Jade and Claudine in school. They push me around and randomly throw me "lovers" and new "best friends" and anyhow thrash me names. haha. They're so much fun and sometimes simply make my day. Dont forget Wee and Midori =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School seriously sucks, though sometimes its so great i dont want to leave. Unfading Memories? I think not. aiyer. This is crap because i'm being so fickle minded. I can't make up my mind on how i feel and everything's just contradicting itself, making me such an indestructable paradox. Oh, shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been blogging about all the superficial things these days. Maybe I'm getting superficial? Or have i always been so? My aunt says humans are basically hypocritical, aren't they? I guess. The ingredients that make us are Greed, Hypocrisy, Falseness, Selfishness and some Niceness, depending on which product, isn't it? Probably. Everyone's different is the frequent saying, but then again, how different can people get? Of course, there're always exceptions, and the exceptions make up half of the quarter of the population of the thousands of millions who exist. Are you an exception? Everyone has skeletons in their cupboards, but how many skeletons can your cupboards fit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you : Its so great to know that you believe in me, have full faith in me, and though we don't talk often nor even see each other much at all, we still stay at the same level in relation, gapless. i love you much. Its really great to have a friend in you, someone to turn to when i'm helpless and feeling hopeless, someone to talk to whenever i need to yak. Thank you, for always being there and always supporting me in whatever i do. i love you, like i love Hy, Yitian and Yuan. Thank you again, Reena, for your unending words of encouragement, backings and approval. And thank you, for being such a remarkable and noteworthy friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;你累积给的伤害我是真的很难释怀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;终於看开爱回不来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The moon was always around, but you just didn't make the effort to turn your head a little to see it. I meant "I'm sorry." as much as i meant "i love you much." And i really do. I'm sorry i couldn't be there, i'm sorry i couldn't even understand or at the very least, stand in your shoes and think for you. I seek forgiveness, for my overbearing arrogance and constant hurtful sarcasm. I was probably more hurt than angry, which caused my unthinking anger which came from the effort to hide my tears and hurt. I'm truely sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110657012950790582?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110657012950790582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110657012950790582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes-lil-cousin-whom-im-extremely-fond.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110631208664791274</id><published>2005-01-21T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T06:53:10.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meow. </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. 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style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calmness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your main type is 3&lt;br /&gt;Your variant is &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hy was mine yesterday. Reached home and headed for SICC for Golf. It was mega fun. I had some great swings and i'm happy with it =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dinner was terrible. Bad and slow service, plus the perpetual complains from my brother made it worst. The food was quite alright, although uncomparable to the other place. I wish Dad is back. I am craving for Akashi and Goodwood Japanese Cuisine, as well as some of Newton's great dishes, but forget it. The thought of the place and the hygience turns me down. Will someone give me some really good food. Eastcoast is getting boring, Lei Yun is a smart alternative, the smell of that Crab place is an absolute table turner, and home cooked food is rejective though extremely &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Health" target="_blank"&gt;health&lt;/a&gt;y. My mum told me something about instant noodles that make me fear them, no matter how much i like it. yucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My baby cousins are really cute and they make my days. My other baby cousin is touching down soon. My favourite =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My almost 20 year old sister behaves in a more childish manner than i do. She insisted that i play some crap string ball game with her on the drive way this morning. It turned out to be mega stupid, and she told me she got it for over 200. It isn't the money that mattered, it was the lack of intelligence to buy some a crazy thing and being so excited about it. haha. lame as she may be, i love her to bits. I wish she wouldn't return to Sydney, and my other sister would return from New York NOW, with my Dad, wherever he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;New Year is coming, and i'll have my wish =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its so late and i haven't eaten my dinner. And i just found out that Wan and Ming gone off for golf without telling me. WHAT THE MEOW. i shouldn't have gone and waited for an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I enjoy talking to Shuqi. She's talks and thinks differently and understands what i'm saying, which makes her leave a much stronger impression than others and easy to talk to her. Whats more, we sometimes share the same plights, though in different situations. Thank you very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我真的懂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你不是喜新厌旧&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是我没有陪在你身边&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当你寂寞时候&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这不算什么&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;只是为什么眼泪会流&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我也不懂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;就让我走&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;让我开始享受自由&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;回忆很多&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你的影子也会充满我生活&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我并不懦弱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你比谁都懂&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;虽然寂寞&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这会是我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;最后的宽容&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;忘了所有过得比你快活&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;不要再说&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;或许这是最好的结果&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;现在分手&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;总好过你不爱我&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;一拖再拖&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;松开你的手&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;离开你左右&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我向前走&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这会是我真正的解脱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think i miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110631208664791274?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110631208664791274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110631208664791274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/meow.html' title='meow. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110597209097321765</id><published>2005-01-17T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:42:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday yuan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the girl i love =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuition yesterday was boring, not to mention uneasily quiet and meowful, with some awkward silences barging in here and there. Cheryl and I were late again, as always, but Patrick was EVEN later. Oh, whats new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its yuan's birthday today, but she's sleeping, claiming that she celebrated the day before. aha. sorry lady, i didn't call back because i thought it was late and you'd be sleeping, again. But then, i realised you're an owl-like creature, so i kinda regretted it. meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do i hear someone crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo detached my mp3 string and i'm too lazy to get it, though its causing me a lot of inconvenience, having to go without it. I just realised how musically inclined i am because i can't be without music whenever i'm free. It makes me feel as though there's something missing. Oh, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; downloaded some of the Simple Plan songs into my player for the sake of Jo, who doesn't listen to chinese and &lt;strong&gt;claims&lt;/strong&gt; that she doesn't understand. aha. meow, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reena rocks =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thank you, Claudine and Wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Somehow, i think that the one who recieved the most hurt in this whole event isn't you or me, but her. The one who stayed by the side line and watched then game, the one who recieved and graciously accepted the silent rejections, the one who looked on, stayed on and now moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I regret this, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hy said i'm good yesterday and for that, i rejoice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo keeps shouting, and meowing. Though unintentional, its provocative okay. hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anna is one huge crazy mad meow. She just jumped at Claudine and I in Queenstown, and started yakking away. haha. Insane she may be, she rocks =D (maybe for today only. aha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I failed my amaths test again, though i improved tremendously. From scores like 1 and 0 or 2, i scored 16 this time, over 20. 4 mere marks gone due to extreme carelessness, unthoughtfulness and the mistake of the eye. The worst thing is that LCK's gonna call my mummy now. He's gonna call everyone's parents because practically everyone failed, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Claudine, please take control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aiyer, this is extremely annoying and thought provoking. I can't concentrate on anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hiao skipped school today, but i met the Hiao-er version of Hiao - Rachel Siu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's count how much work i have today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Emaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Geog - study Earth Movements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Chinese - Workbook and compo corrections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Accounts - study for test tmr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: SS - worksheet, Structured Essay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am very proud to be a student, a pupil, a school girl, but i'm not exactly happy nor satisfied to be among the hundreds and thousands who fail their tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its time to work, work and work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And here i go, starting my first day of real hard work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110597209097321765?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110597209097321765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110597209097321765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-yuan-girl-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110587814351907876</id><published>2005-01-16T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T04:22:23.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; is the point of trying and attempting to reconcile when i'm being blamed and provoked all the time? I know, no matter what, you'll ALL think that its my fault, i'm in the wrong because i retaliated. &lt;em&gt;oh please.&lt;/em&gt; why don't you guys &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to get some sense into that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;numb skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;HERS &lt;/strong&gt;too? &lt;strong&gt;speechless&lt;/strong&gt; eh? wtf. All the times its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do you know why you are in the wrong?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; why am&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; in the wrong? why cant you go up to her and say the same. oh, its &lt;strong&gt;ME ME ME ME ME ME ME AND ME&lt;/strong&gt;. fullstop. because what, she's the&lt;em&gt; rising&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;star&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh, i forgot. &lt;em&gt;Maybe,&lt;/em&gt; its because she's &lt;em&gt;so uncomplicated and ever innocent plus nice,&lt;/em&gt; which makes you feel guilty if you tell her that. Did i forget to mention the fact that&lt;em&gt; she's compromising and always the one giving in, the one who is being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VICTIMISED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; oh yea, i must have forgotten. &lt;strong&gt;How absent minded can i get&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;strong&gt;she's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother Theresa gonnabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which makes her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unoffendable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;EH&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;do not make me hate you, meow. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;you are already gettting on my nerves. stop your pretence and acts of innocence. I finally understand how Anna felt when she so hated Jo. And i finally understood why Kwan and Sharon thought of quitting ; &lt;strong&gt;And The Reason Is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; ( partly ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't make me transform into a bitch-like hell of a crap, because we'll all not feel good at all. Everything has a limit ; do not cross, or i'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;No, the redness doesn't symbolize any flow or anticipation of any flow nor does it signify an over pouring amount of energy and passion. It symbolizes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, which is unbearable, but unremovable&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fullstop dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;i have full respect for you, but stop telling me HOW wrong i am, because you haven't stood in &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110587814351907876?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110587814351907876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110587814351907876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-what-is-point-of-trying-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110575414623048343</id><published>2005-01-15T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T17:55:46.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i miss my daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                   yitian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;                   yuani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  reena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meow. i'm sneezing so many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he says he recieved the letter already, but what about the rest i've sent? This is meowful. I'm so squamby now. its such an incy whincy penny day. I called Mr Hong and cancelled tuition before i realised that tuition is next saturday. this must be the aftermath of yesterday's retardation in channalling my emotions into a right path, which caused serious psycological breakdown and in turn resulted in my senseless and reasonless actions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;is that true? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can stand up once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that i'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and everytime i feel the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hold on tighter to my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can make it through the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;special thanks to : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;for being there and talking meow sense into me though they are meowful logic. (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110575414623048343?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110575414623048343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110575414623048343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110571184407160552</id><published>2005-01-14T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T06:10:44.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I did the unbelievable. But i'm not regretting. After getting into so much crap today, this is the first time i'm feeling so relaxed, even though all the crap i got into were done in the name of Fun before Remourse came in. Maybe Hy'll be proud of me this time. Maybe Miss Mak too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the wind came in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and brought in sediments and hurdles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;which eventually turn everything into dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe, all i wanted was just to keep you. But my perspective and points of view have changed. I'll let go, even if i know i cant, and will never fully be able to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wo xiang jiu zhe yang qian zhe ni de shou bu fang kai.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110571184407160552?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110571184407160552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110571184407160552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-did-unbelievable.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110545419783918943</id><published>2005-01-11T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T06:36:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gei ni zui hou de teng ai shi shou fang kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bu xiang yong yan yu la che suo yi xuan zhe bu ze guai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gan qing jiu xiang hou che yue tai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you ren zou you ren lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wo de xin shi yi ge zhan pai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;xie zhe deng dai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay there's so many things to blog about for my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Firstly, school was fun though i screwed my Amath paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wee was telling me nonsense again on MSN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: what is a deer without an eye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me : what? raindeer? iris?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me : then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: No eye deer.( no idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. what a lame joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hy talked sense today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went home with Claudine today. She's so guillable and easily cheated. I feel so superior, in terms of IQ when talking to her. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My younger brother just bought himself a laptop. HAPPILY. And he just played the music in front of me. I should have went into ACS(I) too. Damn it. I'd be having a new computer and a new phone too. TSK. what the meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks shuqi, for the help today =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;off to do some IMPORTANT STUFF. =D i'm in a GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOd mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;最后的疼爱是手放开&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;不想用言语拉扯&lt;strong&gt;所以选择不责怪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;感情就像候车月台&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;有人走有人来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;我的心是一个站牌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;写着等待&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110545419783918943?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110545419783918943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110545419783918943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/gei-ni-zui-hou-de-teng-ai-shi-shou.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110534401955903136</id><published>2005-01-09T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:00:19.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I skipped school today and coincidentally, Anna, who was supposed to meet me in the morning, skipped school also. How very cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been trying to call Addy and Jo for 10 thousand times, but they're not picking up their phones. This is strange. Very strange indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been studying, not all morning but since noon. I was reading that book i picked from tuition yesterday, which has soporific effects that has been drowning me. Talking about tuition, it was quite boring. There're 3 Nanyang people in the same class as Cheryl and I, who seem to be very spontaneous and enthusiatics, not forgetting over-friendly. Sorry to say this, but, please pour your saliva on someone else =) There is an Andre-look-alike in there whose from ACS too. Does that shows how the people from the same school are photocopied, in character and looks? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Adam remains an unspontaneous meowful substance, though he entertains me whenever i'm bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;滴答滴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;听天空在哭泣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;洗掉了一些梦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;埋葬在城市里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;滴答滴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;听时间往前去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;好象在预报着&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;未来的连续剧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;一封信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;一件旧的毛线衣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;谁是谁的纪念品&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;拿什么来回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;一场雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;狠狠下在眼睛里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;爱在生老病死后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;已经都没关系&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;问自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;没有你我行不行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;显微镜里看爱情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;残酷的放大所有爱的原因&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;遇见你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;之后爱上你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;然后狠透你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;原来爱是回不去的旅行&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;亲爱的让我忘~记你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;那些事情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;我终于看仔细&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;深夜里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;捷运站飘着雨&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;我看着马路边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;另一对我和你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110534401955903136?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110534401955903136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110534401955903136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-skipped-school-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110524247974574151</id><published>2005-01-08T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T19:47:59.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blah, Mr Hong just left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My sister is meowful. She edited my Friendster profile, and in my Hobbies column, she wrote : &lt;strong&gt;... and of course not sitting properly on a chair.&lt;/strong&gt; Under the column which says : Describe Who You Want To Meet, she wrote : &lt;strong&gt;... and, of course people who do not have a backbone like me. we do not sit, we sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you, for going all out to tell me that i'm lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HA! i edited it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm meeting Cheryl in 20 mins to teach her Amath before heading for tuition together. I now officially declare that Cheryl is lazier than anyone, which includes me, as her laziness (towards everything) is of the highest rank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am feeling so tired, though i slept from12am til 1pm yesterday, and then from 3pm to 7pm, and then from 11pm to 9am today. Do not fret. Stace is another sleepy head, like i am =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Talked to zhichao and adam last night and Kuan Zeng the other night. We were reminiscing about the past and dug up great memories that had been buried, unknowingly. I so love Swiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alright, tuition time. tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110524247974574151?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110524247974574151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110524247974574151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/blah-mr-hong-just-left.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110510074993583139</id><published>2005-01-07T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:25:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you make me &lt;strong&gt;start&lt;/strong&gt;. I might be &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; horrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DM : You pestilential creature intoxicated with insatiable hunger to annoy others. Please cut down on your wierd and unextinguishable passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school was mega fun today. i went to school at 9am, went for Accounts lesson, had recess and 3/4 of Accounts before heading for Orientation. It was &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;. I had fun with Wee and Claudine in class, though. Did i forget to mention that i started the day by WEE-ing non-stop. haha it was great fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went home with Addy, Jo and Anna. It was pure fun. We kept trying to irritate people by singing all the nonsense baby songs. It turned out to be horrible in the end, as i had to suffer the most. Gee. Ask Anna about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dara, the 4 letter word. (inside joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sister is back! I'm quite happy. Life's gonna be fun, with almost all my cousins coming back for New Year celebrations. YAY!! but i miss my daddy, and i want him back here hurry hurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aiyer, my cousin is dressing like a poseur. terrible terrible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My cousin says : "I doubt so, you're never once serious." Enough of the drama. Now she's ah ing about the &lt;strong&gt;ah li shan de gu niang,&lt;/strong&gt; and now &lt;strong&gt;mei gui mei gui, wo ai ni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haiyer, I haven't called Hy. She wants to read me a passage, which means i've to bear her slumberous and hypnotic voice with the expectations to understand and follow what she'd read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My baby cousins keep telling me they don't wanna friend each other. Haha. They're mega cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh man, i fell down and i've got bruises on my knee. Its &lt;strong&gt;painful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My sister is telling me that others don't have food to eat and i should go for my dinner now. And so i shall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110510074993583139?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110510074993583139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110510074993583139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-you-make-me-start.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110484327693457482</id><published>2005-01-04T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T04:54:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not in the mood to do anything now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So many things happened and they just act like, hey, i'm not involved and i've got nth to do with this, and as though they're not at all concerned. Isn't this demoralising?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We tried so hard, I tried so hard, but some prefered to redirect their paths. They changed their ways, they altered their plans. They left, either physically or mentally. It not fair to US, is it? What's the difference between those two, anyway? Why the constant blaming and undertaking of responsibility to find fault, denounce, reproach? Whats the point or use of trying to run away and avoid? Why the back biting and bad mouthing? Whats the point of saying, talking, describing, and explaining PASSION or COMMITTMENT? Its just all talk, isn't it? No Action Talk Only. NATO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then again, is there any meaning in reproving or condemning now that things turned out this way? Wanling told me Kim said 'chuan dao qiao tou zi ran zhi' but there's no turning back for this, nor are we in any position at all to discuss or make any decision in this issue, is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this whole soul researching and reflecting simply voices down to the question "What is the point?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Precisely. Whats the point of thinking so much, now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate you, 9! (involvement of Amath to show how its making me crumble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No, i'm not alright. But yes, i'll be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i can make it through the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes, study, study, study. enough. i got the message, OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110484327693457482?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110484327693457482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110484327693457482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-in-mood-to-do-anything-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110475375156985604</id><published>2005-01-03T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T04:10:33.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it isn't so. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what the meow. i have a mega spoilt 6 year old cousin and he's making a whole load of noise. terrible. i know how to scream and cry and jump and stomp too you know, and i enjoy it =D. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its the first day of school and Maggie Lee just told us to bring a WHOLE load of books and gave us this meowful conflict story assignment. tsk. and i've gotta do some shit research. damn it. we've got some change in teachers. Maggie Lee's taking us for lit and i've got LCK for double maths. He bored the shiat outta Midori and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i just written my letters. The test has been postponed to next tuesday and i'm not really prepared. oh crap. But i'll try anyway. My brother has been breathing down my neck all day. I know he does it for my good and i do appreciate it, but school itself is stressful enough, already. With all the teachers coming in, telling us 10 times a day that we're going to have our O levels in 10 months time, and with people asking me if i'm prepared for this and that all day, its making me go crazy on the first day of school. Did i mention that Marcia and Liyana joined my class this year, and all the people who retained went to Debbie's class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Talking about Debbie, i feel kinda meowful. i shall email her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel sad for the people who dies because of tragedy. Let's all pray for them, in our own ways. Jo and I donated all our coins to them today. I may be cash strapped now, but i'll try to help. So please do, okay? good people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr Spoilt is now smiling. temperamental. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110475375156985604?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110475375156985604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110475375156985604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='say it isn&apos;t so. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110463385396300490</id><published>2005-01-02T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:45:47.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jayrocks.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gee. i've been jaying all day recently, but i'm not getting sick of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;寂寞下手毫无分寸，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;不懂得轻重之分。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;想回到过去。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;回到那个属于我们的天地，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;那段忘不了的回忆， &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;那段无忧无渌的日子，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;打球，玩耍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;但是我们都知道，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;也许已经不能回到从前。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna get back to Hong Kong and go to Disneyland! But I don't wanna go now, firstly because its not complete and secondly, i don't wanna go back with stress. After O's next year, i'll fly back straight away. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's nothing to blog about this morning. i'm still feeling sick, and i need my mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110463385396300490?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110463385396300490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110463385396300490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2005/01/jayrocks.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110450723167079711</id><published>2004-12-31T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T07:33:51.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yue ai yue yao fang kai. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rang ni zuo zui qing song, zui zi ran de ren.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo hui xue zhe fang shou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm into a colour pscology these days and i've recieved many different responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shuqi says i'm interesting and its the first time she's encountering something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hy says that people will think i'm lame if they don't know me, but i think she doesn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Andre clearly isn't interested nor convinced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Adam told me straight that he's not believing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thung Liang said he's lazy to analyze. TSK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo - : "I don't know why i'm listening to you say all these, but ... okay lo. " haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lin tried very hard to confuse me with a whole string of words, but too bad, i ain't confused. &lt;strong&gt;aha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Mak said i genuinely didn't make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yitian - " you make up &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;is it&lt;/em&gt;?! HAIYO. I almost believe you. Luckily i didn't. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miss Koh wass the funniest among all. I asked her " if someone wears a red shirt, brown pants and green socks, what does that mean? " Her grand answer was &lt;strong&gt;"No dress sense?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what the meow. UNSPONTANEOUS PEOPLE. Only Jo believed me while Miss Koh tried very hard to &lt;strong&gt;show&lt;/strong&gt; that she's very interested. hmph. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W-H-Y.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its the last day of the year. i'm feeling so overruned by emotions. The whole year's incidents, accidents, events, happenings, everything comes back to my mind when i was swimming this afternoon. I will remember 2003 and 2004. People who play, played and will always play a part in my life came in and out. Those who were supposed to stay, stayed. Those who weren't fated to be friends with me left. And thats that, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm being very practical and realistic these days. I don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bed time. Everyone'll be returning from all over the world these two weeks. I can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss my mummy and daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Whatever that's yours will always be yours, and whatever that's not yours will never be, even if you manage to keep it for quite some time. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110450723167079711?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110450723167079711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110450723167079711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/yue-ai-yue-yao-fang-kai.html' title='yue ai yue yao fang kai. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110438343520245870</id><published>2004-12-29T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:10:35.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can make it through the rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i will.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you believe in forevers? I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you believe in never-endings and happily ever afters? I don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because nothing last forever, nothing stays as happy always, nothing is never ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and that was how my fairy tale was once again shattered into nothing but a tattered dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" that stupid dumb arse. i'll peel his bones "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blah. i'm sick again. i've got cough and stomache with diarrhoea for like so many days. My brother is a screamer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my sister is mad. she called home and said she wanted to sing me a song and started lalala-ing. i just called my lil cousin. she's megawati cute and extremely lovable. i really wanna kidnap her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm mega bored. there's nothing much to blog about, actually. School's reopening soon, Shuqi kindly offered to help me with my studies. Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- till then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110438343520245870?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110438343520245870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110438343520245870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-can-make-it-through-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110432291892212609</id><published>2004-12-29T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T04:21:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm free to enjoy freedom, to enjoy life as it was meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm happy to be like this, to be me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm satisfied with what i have, what i have and what i don't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm contented with my life, with my style of living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do not interrupt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cheryl says the difference between JC and Poly is that "poly is very ma fan because everyday have to think and choose what to wear, JC easier everyday wear the same thing." &lt;strong&gt;Cool&lt;/strong&gt; mentality huh. I SO admire her unbeatable love for fashion, unextinguishable thirst for self-satisfaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Andre's team played against Jurong, The One was there but sadly i couldn't go down to watch. It was an exciting yet one way thrashing match, i heard. But i believe that the most hardworking team is the actual winner, and i believe Mr Black is hardworking, as Mrs Black is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I lost my temper today. It probably wasn't because of that, but something else. I'm sorry Kim, though you should be too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You talk about respecting the game, the game being your life, taking all the Nike and other sports brand's slogans and making it your own, but do you do as you say? Its such a paradox that you make us laugh out loud. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dearest Nathasha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; wouldn't it be easier to tell me what you're unhappy about me to me instead of being a gutless creature sneeking behind my back, prattling and blabbering on and on about this and that and how much you dislike me. Too bad, I don't like you either. Do Not Provoke, especially now that you're already standing in my way, disturbing my usually pleasant line of vision.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chinese New Year is finally coming! I'm not really looking for my yearly incoming cash but the very fact that everyone's gonna be getting together once again. Aiyer, 5 of my cousins will be overseas and my sister will still be in New York. Bloody hell, i miss them. Last new year celebrations was quite boring, but i hope this coming one wouldn't be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;忘&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我没有很努力要自己去遗忘&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;那些和日记一起收藏的过往&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;孤单在思绪之中变得很漫长&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;想&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我没有很刻意让自己不去想&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那些和照片静止的模样&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我学着坚强&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;坚强到不&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;用学着不想&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;学着遗忘&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还是害怕夜深人静时总想起你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还是害怕的不经意听见你的消息&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;然而当爱已经沉淀得太清晰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当拥有已经是失去&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;就勇敢的放弃&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还是害怕一个人时就很难忘记&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;还是害怕突然宁愿当初没有决定&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;然而当爱最后的出口是分离&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我会这么相信&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;走下去&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我向前走&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;这会是&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我真正的解脱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110432291892212609?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110432291892212609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110432291892212609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-free-to-enjoy-freedom-to-enjoy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110413720606726100</id><published>2004-12-27T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:46:46.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even if we were never meant to be, ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Its a terribly sad day. So many unpleasant events have been happening recently. I'm feeling so down over the umpteen numbers of death due to the major earthquake that took place in Asia. 10000 people dead? i feel so heartbrokened for their family and their loved ones. I was stopping by Caltex while walking home this afternoon and coincidentally saw the newspaper stand. There was a chinese newspaper and Sunday Times. Seeing the faces and pictures of people crying unbearably, sobbing their hearts out, it made me feel so stimulated. What can be worst than losing your family, the pillars in your heart to rely on, the people in your life to turn to? What can be worst than having to live alone in misery, to live all alone suddenly? &lt;strong&gt;What&lt;/strong&gt; can be worst? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  I changed my mind about watching tv this afternoon. So many people out there are suffering, yet i cant help. Its such a disturbing yet helpless feeling. It makes me feel so bounded and so frustrated. It just pulls my whole spirit of life down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  My brother's arriving this evening. I love him. He may be irritating and provoking all the time at home, but i still love him. For the fact that he gives in &lt;strong&gt;multitudinously&lt;/strong&gt; to me, for the fact that he doesn't &lt;strong&gt;tell&lt;/strong&gt; me he loves me but &lt;strong&gt;shows&lt;/strong&gt; it through actions, for the fact that he doesn't hit or scold me even though i'm &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; rude, mean and harsh to him &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the time, for the fact that he makes a lot of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;difficult decisions&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and uses a &lt;strong&gt;tidy sum&lt;/strong&gt; of brain cells thinking which &lt;strong&gt;curve ruler and watch&lt;/strong&gt; to give me, for the fact that he is my source of entertainment at home, for the fact that he tells me to study hard and tells me things that come truely from his heart, for the fact that he held me tight when we were in the crowd going for a concert not wanting me to get lost, for the fact that he have &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; treated me nicely even though i seemed to have treated him very horribly, for the &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; fact that he is &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;, for the &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; fact that he is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; elder brother,&lt;strong&gt; i love him&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sorry i've always been terrible and unspontaneous, but deep down, i'm really thankful of all the things you did and said yet didn't know it touched my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my mum and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110413720606726100?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110413720606726100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110413720606726100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/even-if-we-were-never-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110398884650769924</id><published>2004-12-25T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T07:34:06.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;merry christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- mei mei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- New Year's celebrations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to be firm on my new year resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- Jade Cheng Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- Cheryl to have her BM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i am contented with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- my christmas presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- basketball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We Are Strong. This Is Our Game.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;this was written on the present cheryl gave me. sweet dear cheryl. she delievered a huge photo frame with a slam dunk poster in it right to my door step. i shall stop teasing her for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Special thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to Sharon Tong for talking much sense into me today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to Yuan who exchanged words with me to meow those people who TWINKLE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to Cheryl for being sweet and talking to me whenever i'm bored, on and offlone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to HY for being there, willing to be there and offering to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;- to Jo. for being there willingly too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110398884650769924?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110398884650769924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110398884650769924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110386510064564576</id><published>2004-12-24T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:11:40.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, me. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ji Mo De Ji Jie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What shall i do with all the memories? hide them, keep them or simply throw them away and start anew like you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its christmas eve. a heart rending, joyless, wretched christmas eve. I miss my siblings. I miss my family. I miss yuan. I miss yitian. I miss reena. I miss team'03, where everyone was so together. I miss eric. I miss Basketball. I miss Joyce. I miss my dogs. I miss the old me, but i don't hate them new me either. The new strong me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its christmas and its a time of truth, a time to &lt;strong&gt;tell&lt;/strong&gt; the truth. And so i did, Valerie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cheryl should have recieved my card. That's the only card i sent out this Christmas. I was too lazy to make some more, though i really shouldn't be. Thanks Dara, for that very pretty card. Thank you, Fel, for sending me cards EVERY year. Very much appreciated. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ye xu wo shi tian sheng xi guan zi si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;so many feelings deep down inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;unable to clearly manifest my ambiguous emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;inscrutable; unpenetrable; unfathomable me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;do not read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;do not see nor try to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;for seeing isn't believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;its just self consoling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm facing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reena's leaving for Perth soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;someone tell me why i'm feeling grumpy. tong, shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The thought of school makes me feel a lil sick, a lil revolted, a little bit excited. I guess time will pass really fast next year. With the detentions i've already planned to skip, being thrown a whole load of work, the whole morbid fact that we're going to be reminded 10 times a day that we'll be having our O's in 10 months and considering the amount of time i'll stay in the library, school is probably going to be oh, so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;maybe studying hard wouldn't be too bad an idea. it can be fun, probably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When i jump into the pool, please remind me that i'm getting less lazy. if i do, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Marry Christmas Merrily.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110386510064564576?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110386510064564576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110386510064564576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-me.html' title='love, me. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110372742150530853</id><published>2004-12-22T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T07:03:36.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walameow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after hours with yitian, i've recovered. i no longer mind the fact that you did meowful things. forgive and forget, isn't it? i have a life. i live it well for my hard working daddy, my perpetually loving mum, my very much valued family and charming friends. its not for crying over silly things. and anyway, i didn't cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we share a glorious friendship dont we? i love yitian yuan and birdy. thanks for all, for being here when i seriously needed someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miss Mak says : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Accept It Graciously.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to my vast ego and glowing conscience :&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I made it through the rain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110372742150530853?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110372742150530853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110372742150530853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/walameow.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110371882116355765</id><published>2004-12-22T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T04:33:41.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not provoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;people certainly do change very fast, don't they? in three weeks, you became a total different person. disappointment runs through me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no, you cant beat me down. i stand tall, i see far. i will survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;i can stand up once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that i'm strong enough to mend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and everytime i feel the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hold on tighter to my faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____team._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110371882116355765?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110371882116355765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110371882116355765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-not-provoke-people-certainly-do.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110364228300381264</id><published>2004-12-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T07:18:03.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy tales never come true. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fairy tales never come true. Happily ever afters belong to people of immense naivity. Ever long lasting is simply a form of self deceit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's&lt;/strong&gt; why i don't like Cinderella anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jo and I went to the library today and suddenly, both of us had diarrhoea, at the very same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she went into the big toilet while i went to the female one. Upon stepping into the toilet, i felt excitment running through me - its time to go in search of my lost childhood. yes, i went into the kid's cubicle and came out with a horrid experience - the toilet bowl keeps flushing and flushing automatically and it was &lt;strong&gt;extremely&lt;/strong&gt; uncomfortable. &lt;em&gt;if you get what that means. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm back. i've return matured, a lil grown, more appreciative. yes, things have changed between us. you chose to let go, to give up and of course, i know you've got your respectable reasons and i understand. i can forgive, but not forget. Anyway, i feel that maybe we've both made the right choice, the correct move. and i'm glad both of us feel better this way, happier, less pressurized. However, i wish to let you know that you'll always be in my heart, like i've said in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay i'm opening up to the world. tell me if you think i'm horrid. just tell me. i wouldn't hit you. i just want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yes yuan, i shall make him slim down and then tian you and i will share the sweets :) DOUBLE YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i look forward to a new tmr, a new start, a new life without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i will do &lt;strong&gt;Just Fine&lt;/strong&gt; or maybe,&lt;strong&gt; better.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;bedtime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110364228300381264?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110364228300381264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110364228300381264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/fairy-tales-never-come-true.html' title='fairy tales never come true. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110352781026350035</id><published>2004-12-19T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T23:30:10.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tong is missing, and i'm missing tong.</title><content type='html'>this is anna. following the footsteps of my dearest motherbird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is tong?&lt;br /&gt;she called me that day,&lt;br /&gt;sounding miserable.&lt;br /&gt;telling me she miss me and the team.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry tong. we miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the loud hailer and the overdomineering voice.&lt;br /&gt;haha. hy has passed me the flu too.&lt;br /&gt;the horrible bird flu, which has infected me and prevented me from training.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry tong, you'll never walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110352781026350035?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110352781026350035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110352781026350035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/tong-is-missing-and-im-missing-tong.html' title='tong is missing, and i&apos;m missing tong.'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110307219900775817</id><published>2004-12-15T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:59:57.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody's missing; missing somebody?</title><content type='html'>how &lt;em&gt;weird&lt;/em&gt; is the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TONG is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;missing TONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;equals to 2 total &lt;strong&gt;different&lt;/strong&gt; meanings. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;i love typin as the 3rd person, so i shall do it startin from now.. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TONG &lt;strong&gt;called back&lt;/strong&gt; yest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY was actually all down &amp; stuff due to her inconsiderate bunch of friends, but TONG brightened her up.. like totally. talked for 9mins 9secs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(who cares bout long-distance call charges when shifu misses disciple &lt;em&gt;soo.. sooo.. soooo&lt;/em&gt; much?!)&lt;/span&gt; it was all &lt;strong&gt;cool shiats&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; btw, TONG fell&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ill&lt;/span&gt;. tsk tsk tsk. HY must have sent her bird's flu over.. damn she's feelin all guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. pls take care of yourself &amp; come back with a healthy body?! *lol weirddd but yea. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110307219900775817?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110307219900775817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110307219900775817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/somebodys-missing-missing-somebody.html' title='somebody&apos;s missing; missing somebody?'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110239897698590000</id><published>2004-12-07T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:05:22.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazypoke</title><content type='html'>okayyy hy just want to &lt;strong&gt;shock &lt;/strong&gt;the hell out of her disciple. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its just a pleasant surprise, i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;but im here bloggin not as TONGTONG;&lt;br /&gt;nor help her with what she wanna publicize;&lt;br /&gt;but just, &lt;strong&gt;for her&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;since at Tuesday, December 07, 2004 4:54:11 AM&lt;br /&gt;she emailed birdy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" i can blog, but am &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; lazy. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so due to her&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;laziness that CANNOT be tolerated by birdy, i shall blog so as to make her appearrr &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; lazy.&lt;/span&gt; make sense? hahaa &amp; anyone notice it actually RHYMES?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;(if you happen to see this)&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE &amp;amp; PLS FLY BACK ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaps heaps heaps of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;featherly hugs&lt;/span&gt;, HY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110239897698590000?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110239897698590000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110239897698590000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/lazypoke.html' title='lazypoke'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110197261963341103</id><published>2004-12-01T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:30:19.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wondering what misery is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what i am going through down here, at Shanghai, is DOWNRIGHT misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss everyone. i miss the toilets in singapore, the food, the everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i hate this god damn place, esp at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the hostel is terrible. it SUCKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meowful things. its all so meowish i can just cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what the meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110197261963341103?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110197261963341103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110197261963341103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/12/wondering-what-misery-is-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110100673973383033</id><published>2004-11-26T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:46:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wo ni de shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;inconsiderate, irresponsible, irritating, thought-provoking, antagonizing, SICKENING. don't even spare a single thought for anyone. ungrateful crap. i had sucha good time spreading and stretching sarcasm over the table, hitting each of them on their weakest points. aha. yes, i'm vindictive and i am convicted to meowing you. you've provoked the wrong person. maybe not. i shall be forgiving. my mummy says we must forgive and forget; lets pity you then. you have &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my sympathy. don't call me an intimidator. you're the annoyer here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aha. her mega black face and worried expression makes me feel so contented i can go without lunch today. actually, not. she's not worthy. talking about food, i dreamt that i went out with Berly and we bought a lot of food, but i couldn't finish it - i woke up too soon, due to a stomache. meowful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went shopping yesterday. bought loads of stuff but i'm not satisfied. i want you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meow. i'm going shopping this afternoon again and i'm elated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will be flying off tomorrow afternoon and then going to over in another few days. my schedual will be rather hectic, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;is my first paragraph a lil too harsh? my conscience is pricking. perhaps they're not that bad? Cinderella says one should have their good sides too. reasonable as it may seem, i have to disagree in this situation. meow, i'm getting mean again, Oh well, they should be alright, right? maybe i'll try being nice to them and just stop meowing them? i don't know if i can do that. its difficult. anyway, i'm happy you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meowded. its the second time i'm having a diarrhoea, and i suspect i'm having a toothache. i don't need that, man. goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"yi qian mei yi ci hui shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shi wei le zai wo shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dan zhe yi ci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shi wei le fang shou"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;meow. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i like this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STC TEAM' 04 :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get caught in the rain with no where to run&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're distraught and in pain without anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you keep cryin out to be saved but nobody comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you feel so far away that you just can't find your way home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can get there alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's ok, won't you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can stand up once again on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hold tighter to my faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And if you keep falling down, don't you dare give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You will arise safe and sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so keep pressing on steadfastly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And you'll find what you need to prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Won't you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can stand up once again on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And every time I feel afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I hold tighter to my faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I live one more day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nd I make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And when the wind blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And shadows grow close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's nothing you can't face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And should they tell you, you'll never pull throug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't hesitate, stand tall and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can stand up once again on my own &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nd every time I feel afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hold tighter to my faith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I live one more day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I make it through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I can make it through the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And stand up once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I live one more day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I, I can make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh yes you can,You're gonna make it through the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Coach says: "its all in the mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And then a hero comes along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And you cast your fears aside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And you know you can survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So when you feel like hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And you'll finally see the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that a hero lies in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___supporting you all the way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;love much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll Be Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;i love team'03 '04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110100673973383033?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110100673973383033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110100673973383033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/wo-ni-de-shou-inconsiderate.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110108936897611374</id><published>2004-11-22T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T18:09:28.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meow -_- everything i posted have been deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its SO meowful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm going off in 20 minutes. All that i've wanted to say to everyone, i've said, in a way or another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;talked to Shuqi online. i'm glad we're acquaintances. its nice to meet you =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i'm off. so there, everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i love team' 03 '04&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i love &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110108936897611374?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110108936897611374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110108936897611374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/meow-everything-i-posted-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110104505441451237</id><published>2004-11-21T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T05:50:54.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm back to blog again. its rather quiet at home now. Peaceful, i'd prefer to call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went shopping again! bought a new pair of gloves but i'm considering giving it to my cousin. he'll probably need it too. perhaps i should. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alright, i shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've got nth to blog about anymore. all i've wanted to tell everyone, i've said, in one way or the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh well, i guess that's that, then. i'll miss everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;shuqi's blog is the same colour as mine. how really coincidental. anyway, i'm glad we're acquaintances. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my maid is going hysterical. anyway, i'm buying hairbands for them. pretty cool idea, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wo qi dai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni de hui lai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110104505441451237?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110104505441451237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110104505441451237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-back-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110091706640082458</id><published>2004-11-19T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T23:31:02.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i saw you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was afraid to talk to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i talked to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was afraid to hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When i held you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was afraid to love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm afraid to lose you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes love hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if it doesn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then it isn't love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold onto the person you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before they slip away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or else you can never get them back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i almost died when you left me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i lived for the two months you loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until there was you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cried myself to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While i had you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fell asleep with a gentle smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before i lost you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i worried myself to sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that i know you're gone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sit up at night, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for you to come back. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i foung this while browsing through my email inbox. &lt;strong&gt;You sent me this, but you're the one who left.&lt;/strong&gt; what a paradox. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angel in disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stories in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;Love for every true heart that it sees.&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a lucky day&lt;br /&gt;That it turned to look my way&lt;br /&gt;Or is it Heaven right before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me all new things&lt;br /&gt;The shimmer of moonbeans&lt;br /&gt;I was blind, but now he's helped me see.&lt;br /&gt;I was lost but now I'm found&lt;br /&gt;His happiness surrounds&lt;br /&gt;And now I find that my dreams can come true.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding you safe here in this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you cause my soul would die&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm telling the truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll spend the rest of my life loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It didn't start this way&lt;br /&gt;It happened just one day&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me and I saw you, differently.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a tremble just to be&lt;br /&gt;A part of you as we&lt;br /&gt;Begin a life that's sure to never end.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm leaving for HK on monday. i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss you and i'll really miss you when i'm over there. i don't know when i'll be back, probably not too fast. i miss us being us, no quarrels, no unpleasantness. and thats what it'll be when i'm back right? i love you much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hy : i'm glad your O's are over, and i'll keep my word about lettering you. i don't know how i'm feeling now. a lil glad, a lil upset. i'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Debbie : i'll letter you too! thanks for everything, sometimes tolerating my over-bearing ego and being there almost all the time. we may have our quarrels squabbles and shouting sessions, but no grudges beared right? haha. anyway, i'm _ _ _ _ _ for all the hurtful things i've said. without saying, i'll miss you too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anna : you're a meower! i am gonna bite you man. you haven't turned up for AGES! but for all the great times i've had with you, for all the quarrels we've had, i'll miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lin : you've been a GREAT friend. i'm serious. i don't know what to say to you and i won't wanna say it here. i'll letter you too! haha. and my jersey huh. its only natural that i'll miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110091706640082458?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110091706640082458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110091706640082458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-i-saw-you-i-was-afraid-to-talk-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110075361272276596</id><published>2004-11-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:53:32.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo hui fa zhe dai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ran hou wang ji ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jie zhe jing jing bi shang yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xiang zhe na yi tian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hui you ren dai ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rang wo bu zai xiang nien ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo hui fa zhe dai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ran hou wei wei xiao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jie zhe jing jing bi shang yen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you xiang le yi bian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni wen rou de lian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;zai wo wang ji zhi qian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm still feeling terribly sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my flight's probably on Monday afternoon. i'm not sure if i'll come back, so i'll probably miss everyone like crazy. let's hope i can blog over there. i don't know if i wanna go. a part of me can't wait to go, but somehow i'm rather unwilling to leave. the beautiful things i can do there, the genuinely delicious food, the so many places i'd go to and the whole place there attracts me like a magnet. but still . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;let's not think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we went out for breakfast this very morning and i was constantly talking without sense throughout the whole journey. My brother shot me a look and said "i can't believe you're 15." so i said, "why not?but i am." he said "so what's with the gu-ga-gu-li-ga nonsense and chic chic?" in his most annoyed tone. haha. 'chic chic' was refering to the seat belt. i wanted him to look at this building and told him to take it off, but the word suddenly left my mind and so there. meowded. now my cousin's saying i make up my own language. Hy understands what i'm saying even when i speak like that. She's normal. Dad was telling us that he coudn't join us that soon and we've to be polite when we reach there and suddenly, he called my name. have i been rude? i doubt so. i've always been polite, under normal circumstances. gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;zhe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ying chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wo de bei shang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shi qu ni de di fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xin li de yen lei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;muo hu le shi xian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wo yii zai kan bu jian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110075361272276596?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110075361272276596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110075361272276596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/wo-hui-fa-zhe-dai-ran-hou-wang-ji-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110069242358784422</id><published>2004-11-17T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T20:36:46.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ya, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school this morning and when walking up the stairs, i fell. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOM&lt;/span&gt;. and slid. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHUUP&lt;/span&gt;. the woman walking down panicked before i did, looked at me as though she's overwhelmed with terror and said "GASP! are you alright are you alright?" i was laughing when i was on the steps. She looked at me as though i was crazy. i muttered "yea i'm alright, thanks." and continue walking. Guess &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; i found later on my arm and knee? correct. &lt;strong&gt;bruises. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there were so little people today that you can actually count them off with your fingers.capricious people who don't even TELL me that they're not coming. TERRIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my cousin told an exceedingly lame joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her friend : i'm going back to malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her : go back to Malaysia for what? you're not even a malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the meow. stupid jokes are all around. i thought of this one while telling my brother about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A : &lt;strong&gt;GUESS&lt;/strong&gt; what happened when i was climbing up the stairs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B : what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A : Guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B : you fell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A : &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B : you tumbled down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A : &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;B : then, what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A : i got to the last step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dang ni gu dan ni hui xiang qi shei&lt;br /&gt;ni xiang bu xiang zhao ge ren lai pei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ni de kuai le shang bei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;zhi you wo neng ti hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;rang wo zai pei ni zhou yi hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                                i'd still choose to believe, to wait, to trust, to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110069242358784422?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110069242358784422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110069242358784422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/ya-la.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110061134035326355</id><published>2004-11-16T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T05:22:20.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"hold on when you feel like letting go"&lt;/span&gt;                                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                                              hy says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Meow Queen rock.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dear you : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;if only you have an idea how i felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;wo men dou jie shou&lt;br /&gt;yi ding shi bi ci bu gou cheng shou&lt;br /&gt;zai ai xing li fen bu liao qing zhong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110061134035326355?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110061134035326355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110061134035326355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/hold-on-when-you-feel-like-letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110051321208935645</id><published>2004-11-15T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T05:06:58.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hai shi hai pa ye shen ren jing shi zong xiang qi ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my nose is running away, so i plucked my courage away.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. sounds funny to me. alright. i'm sick and its really sickening. i couldn't have a good night's rest yesterday night and had to go through a whole day of nose blowing and a whole morning of diarrhoea. did i mention that i had to drink SO many cups of water. let's count. i drank about 8 cups since morning. i'm a water tank. My imagination is running wild. i kept trying to think of ways of how to stop my flu and wished for some pills that i could pop and be well again. i wanna be like Harry Potter - just a flick of the wand and everything would be as pretty as it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm craving for some sushi and loads of cheese, but cheese would make me more sick, wouldn't it? that's really discouraging. snatching me of my right to eat. what the devil ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 more days to the end of Hy's O's. i really hope she'll do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think she's cute. i stumbled onto her blog and found her entries rather amusing. i was wondering who in the world she is and if her real person would be as adorable. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My aunt asked me to translate this whole letter about the christmas party. i did a horrible job and everyone kept laughing at me. Christmas Party is supposed to be Shen(4) Dan(4) Hui(4) and i wrote it as Shen(1) Dan(4) Hui(4) which makes it egg laying party. i was so mega e&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;rrassed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am looking forward to going to school tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a brand new day, a brand new start, a brand new beginning.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hai shi hui hai pa yi ge ren shi jui hen nan wang ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hai shi hai pa tu ran ning yuan dang chu mei you jue ding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110051321208935645?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110051321208935645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110051321208935645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/hai-shi-hai-pa-ye-shen-ren-jing-shi.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110040824025118741</id><published>2004-11-13T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T05:12:22.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;are you afraid of the dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am. i tried walking with my eyes closed. it was just a little while, walking straight onto the other side of the road, however, it was frightening. uncertainty, fear, vagueness all adds up together and at those moments when you walk, all these feelings piles up and you open your eyes in fear, just to find that there's a straight path in front with no obstacles. pretty unpleasant isn't it? but then again, isn't that how a blind man always feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lin passed on her sore throat to me. my throat hurts so much that i feel &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; grumpy. i suppose i'm the deadliest meow on earth now, as i inhesitantly spit out defensive and hurtful words even when i meet with the least provokative incidents. how wrong of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was contemplating to go running or just lie down and sleep. in the end, i chose the easy way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;   the pain is intense and it stings constantly whenever i swallow.&lt;br /&gt;   even porridge turns me away.&lt;br /&gt;   this sick illness has successfully rob&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; me of my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    yuan lai zai ni mian qian wei xiao na me rong yi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;     i miss yitian and yuan =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110040824025118741?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110040824025118741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110040824025118741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/are-you-afraid-of-dark-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110033134012905550</id><published>2004-11-12T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:35:40.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tuition yesterday was rather fun. Christie and i were the only girls as the rest didn't turn up. Darren quarreled with Christie over his silly wallet, Yen Yu was going on about Daphne - it was hilarious. he's one big joker and can probably act in some chinese drama. Kelvin &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; turned up. On my way home, he asked about Vanessa and then about the rest. I suspect he was asking about Christine. aha. Clement  was playing a fool and i have enough reasons to believe that Patrick is rather happy that term is finally coming to an end. haha. they're all taking up the 5.30 class and i'm taking the weekend slot. rather saddening eh, i suppose the other class wouldn't be that much fun. oh well. but there's sth to look forward to - classes with Cheryl =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meow. its an uneventful day and i'm feeling really lackadaisical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been so long since we had talked &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope that things are still the same. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoping they will never change. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuz what we had &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't be replaced&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't let our memories fade away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;keep me in your heart for always.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110033134012905550?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110033134012905550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110033134012905550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/tuition-yesterday-was-rather-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-110015958061755245</id><published>2004-11-10T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T04:17:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         i chilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i padlocked Hy's wallet yesterday and tricked Lin into drinking ice lemon tea today. you should have seen both their expressions. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm wrote a report for my sister yesterday night ( i hope she fared alright ) and forgotten about the one i've to write and hand it by tomorrow. now, i have to struggle with all the research and summary. what the meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm going to study at the library again. Meow is going to teach me my amath. 98 Degrees says : Thank God I Found You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am almost done with my book and half way through Cards On The Table and given up on the other Agatha Christie book. Some of the stories scare me and wild thoughts come to my mind. just like Anna said, i've got wild imagination. i have to agree with her this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spelling error is always common isn't it? i came across one very clear example and it goes like this - &lt;strong&gt;i miss you badly&lt;/strong&gt; is mis-spelled and changed into &lt;strong&gt;i miss you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baldy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA. i can't stop laughing at it, till now. its most likely an error isn't it? if it were to be a name, it has to be spelt as Baldy right? i'm still giggling. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's some meowful things going on at Valerie's tagboard. its not a very sad thing though, unless Anonymous persistantly meows at Valerie, i think its fine. "Empty vessels make the most noise" what a well said statement. both ( - ) and sp, whoever that is, can &lt;strong&gt;officially&lt;/strong&gt; compete for the position and reputation of an empty vessel. I think sp will probably win, because of the very fact that she possess some high tsking ability. its a skill, perhaps. but please prepare a bucket, because we wouldn't want saliva all over, would we? haha. how humourous. makes one's day staring at such childish competition, doesn't it? chill man. if you don't like me meowing your friend like this, tell me. no biting, as lin would say, especially behind my back =) i'm an open woman. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;courtesy is a virtue so be polite. people would agree to that won't they? i wouldn't. to certain people, a definate yes would be my answer, but to some, i disagree to a very large extent. to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, i would have to reconsider. go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"a thousand different voices, singing in harmony"&lt;/strong&gt; does that sound the least awful to you? it does to me. there're so many people out there. high pitch, low pitch, rough voice, soothing voice. all add up together and it supposed to make harmony. oh god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        i can't wait to go off. i'll be able to be with my sister again. someone please tell me why i'm smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;        time to study again. what the meow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-110015958061755245?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110015958061755245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/110015958061755245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-chilled.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109999997345700998</id><published>2004-11-09T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:32:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; amusing brothers ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they were talking and it went on like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ming : let's go out tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iekka : where to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ming : i'm going to cut my hair. wanna come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iekka : go and rob the bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ming : together, lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iekka : okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i don't understand how they can communicate, talking pure nonsense in a monotonous voice, as though they're having a perfectly sane conversation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Another uneventful day passed. the rain probably killed my mood, like it took away HY's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm feeling really moody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;puberty, as my dear sister would say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i love her to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nothing much to blog about except my new hobby - drawing. or rather, painting. corrections. it should be drawing on paint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;i sat up right and thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;but the thoughts in my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;were agonized and the tears in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my eye fell ; it rained, again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109999997345700998?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109999997345700998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109999997345700998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-most-amusing-brothers-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109982291506010885</id><published>2004-11-07T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:57:22.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shiyun's in New Zealand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm feeling blah with a raging headache constipated in my head. my stomach's growling but my appetite is eaten by a bear. i don't know what i should do now, i don't know what i want to do now. watching the television is a waste of time, playing &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=games" target="_blank"&gt;games&lt;/a&gt; on the computer sounds genuinely ludicrous while reading a book sounds pointless, as i'd been heavily indulged in Autobiography of a One Year Old all day, after finishing What She Wants last night. I see myself as a rather keen reader, sometimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my maid is indubitably wierd. she gave me my mango, walked into the kitchen and walked out after awhile spitting out some funny words in her own language and started giggling non-stop. i was shocked and as a result, mango was spreaded all over my mouth and nose. de facto, craziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'd like to post everyone a question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do fats expand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you know the answer, please tag me. i'm really eager to know it. thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meowded. now my maid is prattling about how i get stuck in &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; every morning and can't get up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her : what time you wake up tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me : 06.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;her : 6.30, 6.40, 6.45, 6.50, 7, 7.20, late for school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haha. she's one funny woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss my sisters. yes, when they're not here, no one asks me to get off the computer as often, no one ticks me off for talking on the phone. but without them here, no one plays pranks, no one spits sacarsm and speak with so much humour as she does, no one talks to me as much, no one does unpredictable things, no one forces me to go out and get stuff with her, no one talks about the most nonsensical stuff on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i miss my daddy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i love my family. even though my mummy nags and bans me from basketball, my sisters scold me sometimes, my brother irritates me and my younger brother tells me to shut up, i still love them. because postivie things happen more than the negative ones do. i scanned through this person's blog the other day. she was extremely vocal about how much she hates her parents, her family, her whole entire house. her entries and whole blog never wrote a single word of thanks to her mum nor dad, nor anything about loving her siblings. its sad. why doesn't she realise that if she behaves and be good, she'll eventually get what wants? it seems to me a childish desire for more freedom. how can anyone survive, going home and locking herself in the room and &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; talk about how much she loves and misses her girlfriend? &lt;strong&gt;typica&lt;/strong&gt;l isn't it? adolescence agony? probably. when i did was like that, i felt terrible at home, listening to everyone's laughter while i sulked and be mean to every single one who appeared in my way. oh, how much i hate myself, then. i guess the only thing i hate about life at home now is the endless battles i have to fight with the annoying mosquitoes which seem to have a &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;keen interest in sucking my blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i read this on someone's composition. it says : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when people are young, their parents are like rugby balls - everyone fights to have them. when they get older, their world start to evolve around their friends and their parents then become soccer balls - everyone pushes them away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;interesting yet true, isn't it? no one ever &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; treasured their family or parents did they? but throughout those period of times, whether they resembled soccer balls or rugby balls, our parents have been there for us, haven't they? treasure your family because when you lose them, you'll really regret. its a cliche, but well, its true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;nan dao zhu ding zhe shi wo men yao zou de lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ke bu ke yi rang ni ba wo kan qing chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bie rang wo yong yuan zui zhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;bu zao gu du&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;pei ni du guo yi shen de lu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;zui zhen de xin fu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109982291506010885?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109982291506010885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109982291506010885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/shiyuns-in-new-zealand.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109974257647709353</id><published>2004-11-06T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T04:02:56.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                   to all :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm sorry, for being quite annoying lately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;exploding much more often than usual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and unsuccessfully containing my anger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not forgetting the fact that i've been really vocal about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i was talking to Debbie on MSN about talking. i love the feeling of going on and on about things and have the people around me staring at me in bewilderment, saying 'huh?' haha. it makes me feel like i'm in my own world, looking out at all those people out there, ignorant of everything i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then again, i love it when i start prattling, hardly without any sense in the things i say at all and have someone understanding it. that's probably one of the main reasons why i love to talk to Wee Wee. because if the opposite party were to be someone like Claudine, she'd probably say 'stop talking nonsense' and if, unfortunately, the person i'm talking to were to be Debbie, the most i'd get is a grunt. in the worst scenario, if i were to face someone like Weejia, she'd just dismiss me with the most degrading 3 words that would make me sound stupid - &lt;strong&gt;'shuddup, lah' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Open House today was rather dumb. No one turned up at the stalls and we ended up having sun burnt. Amazingly, Jaime and Ying Min actually brought sun tan lotion. wierd people. i rejected Lin's kind offer of giving me a lift home and went home alone after debrief. stopped at the wrong stop and ended up walking aimlessly from Anchorage to Queenstown station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i guess its because of the depressing day i went through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i really miss the beautiful days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alright, i'll make this a short entry and end it by wishing Hy and Passerby good luck for O's, not forgetting my most beloved brother. so there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109974257647709353?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109974257647709353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109974257647709353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-all-im-sorry-for-being-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109963984710219059</id><published>2004-11-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T01:23:07.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sickening.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;forgive me for starting my entry with such an indignant tone. there was Open House today. Wan Ling happily called my house early in the morning and got me into a whole load of trouble. &lt;strong&gt;thank you very much, but i don't need that. &lt;/strong&gt;what the hell. Addy skipped again&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i had to give an impromtu presentation to all those arrogant and rude nuisances who showed no enthusiasm whatsoever. everyone of them were uncooperative and incompliant. i wanted to just tell them&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;how immovable they were.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;its so meowful. i had to do everything at the eleventh hour. luckily Lin helped me out quite a bit. i probably owe her hundreds of dollars of phone bills because that kind girl always help me call everyone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks lin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kim and Debbie came to help out, but i think they walked to the wrong stall. they were stuck on the hardcourt playing TENNIS.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;when they came back, &lt;strong&gt;uh, pardon me for asking, but when in any part of the day, did they come back to help out? &lt;/strong&gt;maybe i'm the one having memory loss. alright, let's recall. i remember seeing the two of them walking around, playing tennis and when &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; came, behaved and looked as though they were so very much enthusiastic about what they were &lt;strong&gt;suppose&lt;/strong&gt; to be enthusiastic about and did a whole load of work. Judy, on the other hand, got meowded. what the meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm sick of it. don't throw me all the work and claim the &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Credit" target="_blank"&gt;credit&lt;/a&gt;, and then when the job isn't done properly, look at me and dump me all the faults. &lt;strong&gt;MEOWFUL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When i arrived in the morning, i took out the photos and Anna offered to help. the very moment i wondered why she was so kind today, she spit out a string of words criticising and wanting to remove the pictures &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; because sharon and kwan's pictures are included. i couldn't find anymore pictures. not like as though we've got a private photographer and i've got 300 pictures to choose from. i'd love to see how you'd cope with a job like &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;don't you accuse me of being critical and mean with my words. you provoked me and that's that. i've been trying to be lenient with my choice of words, but i decided, that was the last straw. bitch about me all you want. i don't really give a mega damn about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dung Beetle. that's interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've just showered and feel so clean. i've been so acidic these days. my temper's rising again and sad to say, i threw another silly tantrum. guilt ran me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm so glad i didn't do all the meowful things i wanted to do to you, if not i'll be feeling so guilty for ruining your life. walameow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109963984710219059?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109963984710219059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109963984710219059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109956596674472485</id><published>2004-11-04T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T04:19:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="288" alt="spoiled result" src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/freckleface/1058194563_iledresult.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;what the meow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109956596674472485?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109956596674472485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109956596674472485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/spoiled-girl-what-meow-theus.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109948271435235521</id><published>2004-11-03T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T03:51:54.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the worst day of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we had the bestest stuff on earth this morning and then i headed for Queenstown Library again, with Jo. called home at 5+ but mum thought i was lying and out playing. but i really wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i got myself a book to read, again. the title is What She Wants. i guess he will be glad to know that i've been indulging in reading very much these days. uh oh. i just remembered i've got presentation to do this Friday and yet i havent really started on it. i wanted to give an impromptu presentation last week, but he was kind enough to let me do it this week. he probably knows that the result would be, de facto, disastrous. what the meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway, i've been trying to be more tolerant. really trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ever thought why people tend to get angry and resort to retaliation and revenge? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the answer is simply because they're judged. is that fair? no. is it square to give a person one look and start saying "you are such a person because blah blah" well, &lt;strong&gt;NO, it isn't. &lt;/strong&gt;it is not fair to claim that i am of such character because i did a certain thing. it isn't at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do not judge me, because you don't know me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dont you dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am so totally not in the mood to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the sky is dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the ground is wet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the leaves of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;trees face downwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am in agony,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my tears are falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;_________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;____fullstopdot_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not so fast. i won't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its a sacrifice, and i'll make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109948271435235521?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109948271435235521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109948271435235521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/worst-day-of-my-life-we-had-bestest.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109939619222502983</id><published>2004-11-02T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T05:43:39.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;after listening to the song Welcome To My Life for a few times, i guess some part of the lyrics make sense. call me fickle minded. i dont care X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;someone just told me i'm full of attitude. really? it doesn't really matter nor affect me actually. i'm not being defensive now. seriously. don't you feel that you have much more things to bother about in life rather than telling me off for my attitude problem? well, you should have. unless, you're really unengaged. i'll forgive you then, for the sad fact that you are so unoccupied. don't idle too much alright? beautify your life. sunflower seeds can make life more yellowful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss Mak Says : Accept It Graciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow bus is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;chinese remedial was extremely boring. we had combined lesson and everyone was practically sleeping. poor Mr Ng. I talked a whole load of rubbish to Mr Siew and Mr Wong today. Mr Wong cast me the usual irritated face and pointed his finger again. hilarious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;i love the big font. its skinny and pretty. targetful, isn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Lin is feeling really upset over certain things. i think i made things worst by unsuccessfully cracking a lame joke. but it really sounds funny to me. i couldn't stop laughing when i thought of it. here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;if the word mega is a short-form, whats the longer version of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Answer : megawati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;hahaha. i still cant stop laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;okay, i had a really great day with HY at the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;good luck for O's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walameow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm back to blog but this time i'm quitting the mega font. its too big. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something happened during dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oiyi to her sister : you shu(3) what? (zodiac sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Iekka : shu(3) mian(2) yang(2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;get it? hahaah. sheep counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blah. i was helping huiyu with the thing and then so many conversations popped up. was so frantic just now, i've lost my mood to meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so there. goodnight world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;you promised =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109939619222502983?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109939619222502983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109939619222502983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-listening-to-song-welcome-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109931848899144235</id><published>2004-11-01T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T06:22:15.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'd a wonderful day. its so nice being friends and not meowing each other again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"there's nothing outsiders can do to us if we're united inside"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;lets remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow bus is coming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there're so many nice people out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its a nice feeling having so many people being nice to you after being dissed for some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everyone is quite into vocabulary these days, aren't they? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Debbie just vomited some out on her entry. haha. how unusual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anna stopped her meowing and Jo graciously treated her nicely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think i should learn to be forgiving too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one step at a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've got nothing much to say tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so many thoughts inside, yet i dont feel like expressing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i just want to go to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; and start anew tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the radiation is killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE TEAM '03 '04 many much =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lin&lt;/strong&gt; : i'm sitting at home, staring into space, searching for inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passerby&lt;/strong&gt; : reveal yourself =) i dont know. so many things have been happening. good luck for O's. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;did i mention how much you matter to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;i wish my life is as colourful as this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109931848899144235?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109931848899144235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109931848899144235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/11/id-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109919349059446492</id><published>2004-10-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:31:30.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the most annoying thing happened in the past few days. truely antagonizing. i shalln't talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;one fine day i will treat her like she's treating him, deprive her of food and water. how dare she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sickening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've got a stomache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;unreasonable, absurd, illogical, reasonless, ridiculous, ludicrous, unconscionable, authouritative, crazy. you think you're witty and sarcastic, but you're actually nothing but a maniac who goes round meowing at everyone. disgusting is the best word to describe your limitless behaviour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;no, that might not be refering to you. so many people out there fits that description anyway. so stop jumping to conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've got nothing to blog about. life is boring. i've gotta start studying again, and i shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109919349059446492?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109919349059446492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109919349059446492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/most-annoying-thing-happened-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109913706672672580</id><published>2004-10-30T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T05:35:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i finally got what i want, but i'm not happy at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am so irritated with Anna. Anna Chen, &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; more critic, i will start and i dont know when i'll ever stop. &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; you provoke me because i take it to heart. &lt;strong&gt;i've had enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If i didn't have to see whats-her-name who cant shut her gap and goes around criticising people who dont get in her way all day, i'd have the most perfect day of the week. oh well, just too bad. ah, i just remembered. is her name Anna? or is it A&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;? no idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bloody hell, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after unsuccessfully &lt;strong&gt;( due to Miss Unshutable's presence which makes indolence super contagious )&lt;/strong&gt; making the beads, I went to Ikea to get the stuff and headed to Coronation to get the photos printed. Open house is energy dissolving. what the meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you won't stop it, i will continue with my impolite way of talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and this is not an empty threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meow. i am so furious. the thought of it just turned me off. but i'll cool down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Mak says : Accept it graciously.&lt;/strong&gt; but she's so poor thing, having to face such an indignant denial.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Simple Plan says Welcome To My Life. the lyrics of the song goes like this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be hurtTo feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before your life is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one ever stab&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's likeTo be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;remarkably meaningless. thats what it seems to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life is full of ups and downs, and everyone would definately wish they were someone else or have as much as someone else, sometimes. A princess would wish she has as much freedom and lead as simple a life as a commoner, but so many people out there call themselves princesses. watched too much Princess Diaries? absolutely boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;find me a person who doesn't feel left out, who doesn't envy someone else, who havent been backstabbed or left alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you really love this song because of its lyrics, &lt;strong&gt;think again&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am too tired to blog, nor can i be bothered to screen other people's blogs. it makes me feel like a teacher marking student's compositions, where they write about the same thing over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;__till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wo ni de shou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;jian chi dao zui hou yi miao zhong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;na pa ai yao bing liang le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;zhi shao rang hui yi shi nuan de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;liao jie bi ai nan duo le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;wo men dou jing li le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;ye xu wen rou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;shi ting zhi wan liu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109913706672672580?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109913706672672580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109913706672672580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-finally-got-what-i-want-but-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109895084500236733</id><published>2004-10-28T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T06:13:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BACK OFF. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am in the most terrible mood ever and dangerous thoughts tend to come to my mind. to prevent a tragedy, do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; provoke.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meow. i'm feeling much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's someone i know i can turn to whenever i'm feeling down. She's someone who'd always been there for me, whenever i need her. She's someone who never gets irritated with my never-ending calls sometimes. She's eccentric and loves to wear extremely short FBT shorts to attempt to expose her legs and long sleeves when the weather is 33 Degrees that make it seems as though she's trying to be more humble about her incredibly fit body. She never pays much attention to anything much, except her studies, track, her Highness(es), and of course, The Queen. =) She's special, and she makes me feel special. She's my bestest friend, &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;most treasured Yitian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's a feathered being, a person who never fails to nag non-stop. The one with the most hightly attained eye power whose one look can change my decisions. She's someone who'd always been there for me, whose name is created by me. Maybe because of her uncommon personality, we seem to get on very well. She understands, and is one whom i can talk to whenever i'm bored, whenever i'm feeling green, blue, orange, purple, or even colourless. She's someone who understands my self-invented language, and my never ending walameows and sees through my fathomless thinking. She's an extraordinary individual, who makes her stand and stay tall. She's HY, our motherbird - &lt;strong&gt;the one outstanding person who made so much of a difference in my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She is the biggest part of my life. She makes my life complete. She gives me strength, determination, motivation. She's one i cant live without. She'd stood by me during the roughest phases of my life and gave me hope whenever i feel hopeless. She's indescribable, incomparable. She's &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; kimberly, &lt;strong&gt;one of the greatest friend i've made in my whole entire life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are really great friends and had always been there whenever i needed them, like the rest. We had our differences, our quarrels and many sarcasm sparing sessions. But the most important factor that makes them stand out from the others is that they don't bear grudges whenever i scream at them at random after a bad day. Yes, i am immensely thankful and greatful to have such great friends and I've to admit that i wouldnt have walked so briskly through school and personal life if they weren't there for me all the time. They treat me so nicely, attend to my demands, constantly give in to my almost unreasonable requests and tolerate my interminable whinning and relatively atrocious bad temper. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To Miss Grumpy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although you've changed slightly and unfailingly spit out unacceptable vulgarities around the clock and suddenly seem to acquire the new habit of yelling at people recklessly, i still appreciate you all the same.&lt;/span&gt; Thank you Anna, Debbie and Jo, the &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; predominant figures of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dot + dot + curve. &lt;/strong&gt;thats what i think of whenever i think of her. Her hair is messier than mine, her face is more stone-like than Clare's. Her thoughts are deep and talking to her never fails to soothe my rising emotions. Uh oh. I'm loss for words. Will someone teach me how to describe Lin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thrash talking between us is as frequent as you see daylight and nonsensical ideas come out of her mind so naturally that its unbelievable. My everyday life evolves around that indolent girl, who would never spend some time learning just a bit of vocabulary. Her quiet appearance decieves almost everyone but despite her abnormal character, she has an enormous heart that melts people as she relentless stretch out her hand to people in need. No doubt, she's the Guider of the Ear : Wee Wee, the most successful thrash-talk partner i've ever had in my whole life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its time for my &lt;strong&gt;compulsory&lt;/strong&gt; beauty sleep. my apologies for stopping half-way without completing my review of the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109895084500236733?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109895084500236733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109895084500236733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/meow.html' title='meow'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109878736677137553</id><published>2004-10-26T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T03:42:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blogger's back to normal. i can blog by my own now. its a great feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its finally over.&lt;/strong&gt; maybe its too late to say that, but who cares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we went to the soyabean factory, crocodile farm and hydroponic farm. It was rather boring, but the crocodile farm experience was really traumatising. imagine staring at an animal twice your size eating a bunch of chicken heads. absolutely gross. i'm a herbivore, oh please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i meowded at Anna and Jo today. I was playing ball in school and asked if they were training. Anna just said that Debbie forbids her to. i cant imagine how this can actually happen. blame it on &lt;strong&gt;Debbie&lt;/strong&gt;? maybe just partly. &lt;strong&gt;but how in the world can someone's determination level be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; low.&lt;/strong&gt; now i understand what Anna meant when she said that she's trying not to get influenced by people anymore. &lt;strong&gt;oh well, your attempt failed.&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;maybe,&lt;/em&gt; they were just afraid of the mega thunder-struck face that Debbie would give if they rejects the idea of going out. excuse me, but you need individual thinking sometimes you know. because you're an individual. are you her Genie or what. or does she have a remote control that says ANNA like the one in Stanford's Wives. if you dont even wanna train, then &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; complaining about the fact that you're not able to and that &lt;em&gt;you really want to&lt;/em&gt;. its so totally NATO (No Action Talk Only), as HY'd say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;outrageous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i so totally cant be bothered with that meow. oh please, dont think that just because you've got the darkest and "blackest" face that's as dark as lunar eclisp, you can cast it as and when you like. it doesnt work with me. we can compare who can play Bao Gong better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am so tired and its making me grumpy. but of course, it cant be compared to &lt;strong&gt;Miss Grumpy&lt;/strong&gt;. she'd reached the highest level of grumpiness that no one can overpower her grumpiness. Debbie can testify that fact. she's always grumpy, 24/7. there's an advantage - you'll have really strong muscles at the area near your eyebrows. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm too exhausted to even type. i havent eaten much since 7 this morning. its a miracle i even survived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109878736677137553?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109878736677137553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109878736677137553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/bloggers-back-to-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109845574337137285</id><published>2004-10-22T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T07:35:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont-know-why</title><content type='html'>you : i guess you've got your own life now, your own importance, your own people whom probably really love and all. but its just so upsetting. it seems like i'm the only doing everything, trying to save this whole thing. its tiring, trying to get us to talk. hopefully things will get better, because if it doesnt, there'll be this lil tiny hole in bits of happiness. wtm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walameow. special thanks to hy for helping me post this. my computer is still down and blogger is still dead. i'm off to do my presents now. Halloween is a very big challenge to my skills. asthetics, is that what you call that? &lt;strong&gt;'oh whatever' &lt;/strong&gt;(quote from debbie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that was me, trying to talk with a tone that's full of attitude. but of course, the original is definately much better and more skillful than i am. ask debbie about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats the first step to trying to be nice and not criticise too much. i typed a whole chunk of mean stuff to some sickening people who. i better stop. i'm starting it again. i'm was very angry person just now, but i managed to squeeze my anger and push it down my throat. miss mak says : Accept It Graciously. alright then. anyway, i deleted it. everyone will be proud of me. i'm trying to be nice. comments anybody? Anna excluded. she's full of them. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm schooling tmr. its time for hard work. solid hard work. meow, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling very &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. my whole face is warm, but i'll &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt; down. by myself this time. aha. no claudine, no adele, no wee wee. all by myself. Bernice says : "I am independent" so am i, now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walameow. time for some decent stuff. sleeping is my second favourite time of the day. boohula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109845574337137285?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109845574337137285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109845574337137285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-know-why.html' title='dont-know-why'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109765496373259280</id><published>2004-10-13T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:15:01.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT accepting facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HY detest blogs. &amp; HY dont do it. but &lt;strong&gt;for the bulldozer aka whinner aka meow queen's sake&lt;/strong&gt;, i shall betray myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i've been waitin' &amp;amp; waitin' for that bloody mail from tong. but it &lt;em&gt;doesnt &lt;/em&gt;wanna come. i need my bath. &amp; my nap. my fav disciple knows me &lt;strong&gt;well enough&lt;/strong&gt; to know that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that's my routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TONG: its hard to bump into u in sch altho ur butt can be seen from quite.. far. kinda miss you hahaa that's a fact. im waiting for that day. u know which day.. hahaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;..whereby all we talked bout is bball. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;_will be back to post tong's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109765496373259280?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109765496373259280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109765496373259280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-accepting-facts.html' title='NOT accepting facts.'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109765737309374595</id><published>2004-10-13T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T01:49:33.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting facts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spending another night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering when I'm gonna ever see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking what I would give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To get you back, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have told you how I felt then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, I kept it to myself, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I let my love go unexpressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Til it was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You walked away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it something I didn't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I didn't say, "I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it words that you never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All those words I should have told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All those times, all those nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I had the chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it something I didn't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Always assumed that you'd be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't foresee the day you'd ever be leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How could I let my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slip through my hands, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I took for granted that you knew, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All of the love I felt for you, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess you never had a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Til it was too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You walked away&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it something I didn't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I didn't say, "I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it words that you never heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All those words I should have told you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All those times, all those nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I had the chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was it something I didn't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All the words were in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;They went unspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, now my silent heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is a heart that's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoulda said so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoulda let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the one I needed near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I never let you hear me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i screwed my A Math paper. i'm so upset now. everything's gone. every bit of hardwork, every inch of comfort, everything. its Accounts tmr and i'm gonna burn the midnight oil again. i've been studying SO hard, and failing is so disappointing that i feel like a failure. i cant get anything right, and i even lost you. its all too disspiriting, i dont wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie asked me to stay in school to study again, but i had paper. i guess she went to look for anna or sth and they went dont know where to hang out as always. i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go offline now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;__i will still smile, no matter how shattered i am inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;to TONG from HY: this.. kinda weird thing is done. im back THIS fast. hahaa. blithe with my bloggin? sorry i couldnt find da button to underline your words with. yea. see ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109765737309374595?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109765737309374595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109765737309374595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/accepting-facts.html' title='Accepting facts.'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109713899275951001</id><published>2004-10-07T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T02:11:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;school was fun. chinese was first period, followed by English. I did maths all the way till 10.30. i received a blastful blow during accounts. Boss didnt come to school today, so miss wong took over. i continued to do my math, till SS. Mr Tan gave us mega information and school ended. short, sweet and simple. i love to go to school nowadays. i love to know that i'm doing maths all day, trying hard. i love to know that i'm studying hard for exams. i love the studious me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think she has a problem. everytime she walks pass me she has to TSK for no reason. does the problem lies with her mouth or is it just the normal behaviour of a deranged person? oh well, you never know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;ice cream-cream sucks. i think Debbie will understand that. i've got nothing to blog about these days. i sent my stuff already but the person didnt reply. i'd love to smack him/her in the face. whatthemeow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;debbie is &lt;strong&gt;constantly&lt;/strong&gt; uttering rubbish which apparently makes &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of sense to her. shaking forward and backwards, saying &lt;strong&gt;hu-ha-hu-ho-ha-hey-hey-hey-hu-ha-hey-hoi-ho&lt;/strong&gt; is probably the thing she wants to do at this moment, apart from turning off the radio when my favourite song is being played. she've found another hobby. a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; interesting one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I SHALL BE FORGIVING.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ms mak says : &lt;em&gt;accept it graciously&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Boss says : &lt;em&gt;you reap what you sow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chey&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;please make some sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;Claudine is working very hard, admiring artistic works, &lt;strong&gt;blind to visible distractions&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank Debbie. because its a name.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109713899275951001?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109713899275951001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109713899275951001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/school-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109706615735137635</id><published>2004-10-06T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:22:30.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had a relatively wonderful day. recess was spent with kwan =) and the rest of the day helping Clare decide where she would go to after school and during the recesses that will come. Dara was quite depressed all day and that meant peace. Midori and i had a lil dancing session. Chemistry was great and time practically flew past. After school, i stayed behind to study till 4, then head for Physics remedial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i left my bag and books in the hands of Debbie. when i came back, i saw a wet version of my A-Math textbook. some inconsiderate hell of a meow dumped her drink there and it happened, happily. Were you trying to call for rain through the water cycle to make it a less humid day? how very thoughtful of you. dont fret. your philanthropic act of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unsuccessfully&lt;/strong&gt; attempting&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;share&lt;/strong&gt; your water with the atmosphere is recognised. you can go home with a happy heart and a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stained&lt;/span&gt; conscience knowing that you have wet my book, which is so precious to me and is greatly needed during this period of time. luckily, i taped my book and now its alright. BUT i'd like to ask a question. &lt;strong&gt;have you wasted your 8 years of &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Education" target="_blank"&gt;education&lt;/a&gt; or what? did you learn science for no purpose whatsoever? its visibly so, because you dont &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; know that water condenses.&lt;/strong&gt; obviously, you need &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; of revision. being rich enough to buy a cup of drink and not want it doesnt entitle you the right to place cups around, so please, stop that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;atrocious habit&lt;/span&gt; of yours. &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; would make you a more magnanimous soul, since you arent one at all =). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cultivating&lt;/span&gt; virtues is a tedious process. &lt;strong&gt;take one step at a time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i thank you, from the &lt;strong&gt;very heart of my bottom&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Debbie has a indispensibly huge problem with everyone. she keeps asking 'what's your problem' and is actively involved with the word 'whatever.' dont you know that its kinda rude to say those things. i mean, you sound like as though you've got an enormous attitude problem. or is it that its just the way your teacher taught to start a conversation and "open" a sentence? meowded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel so distur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. everything is changing. &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; is changing. Jo changed. Anna's so indifferent to everything nowadays. Kwan and Sharon and Eric left, putting a fullstop to my most perfect days. Some are uncommitted to the game, skipping training and all while others are uncommitted to the team. There's &lt;strong&gt;no more&lt;/strong&gt; bond. The sec ones seem more together than the current B'Div is. Debbie's &lt;strong&gt;somehow&lt;/strong&gt; different and Shiyun is more distant than ever. Bunny's not coming with valid reasons, but somehow she seems less interested while Liwei is &lt;strong&gt;perpetually&lt;/strong&gt; busy with her social life and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; of girlfriends. Minus Huiyu, who is eternally missing, as always. Take away small sylvia - her absence level is comparable to Huiyu's (which cannot be condoned). &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; team has now become &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; team. No one is bothered about anything in relation to it anymore. Miss Mak even raised the point that its &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; hard to get us to get &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess thats one of the reasons Boss is unceasingly upset with us sometimes. I miss Eric. I miss Basketball. I miss the US, the WE and not the THEM, the THEY and the ME. its so upsetting. Anna, Jo, Kim, Debbie and I would always hang out. Sharon, Kwan, HY, Addy, Lam, Bel and I would always meow together. &lt;strong&gt;but its all gone.&lt;/strong&gt; it has now become Anna and her lil friends, Addy and her Amanda+Iris, Bel and her company, Jo and her lil bits of meowdedness, Debbie and her growing temper + never-ending black face to everyone, me and my temper and HY+Lam and their O's. i guess Kim's the only who stayed and not strayed. thats probably the reason why Boss favours her so much. she's committed, responsible, able, good and ever-willing to learn. Plus whenever things go wrong between me and him, she's always there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why do things have to become like this? why does it have to reach this state? why does it have to be so sickening, so upsetting, so ... dreadful. i'm not saying i'm perfect, but i'm trying to change. i meow people less often, and toleration is slowly sinking into me, though very slowly. but the &lt;strong&gt;point&lt;/strong&gt; is, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; do we have to be so distant? cant Shiyun come for training more often? cant they socialise less often? cant small sylvia and huiyu come constantly? cant everyone just not drift away? i dont understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you may say that it &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; take &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; life away &lt;strong&gt;though&lt;/strong&gt; you love it, you may choose to say its just &lt;strong&gt;recreation&lt;/strong&gt; to you. in &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; point of view, you &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; criticise &lt;strong&gt;Judy&lt;/strong&gt;, if your &lt;strong&gt;passion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;level&lt;/strong&gt; is not &lt;strong&gt;as high as&lt;/strong&gt; hers nor can you &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;about&lt;/strong&gt; Zhenyi, if you dont train &lt;strong&gt;as much as&lt;/strong&gt; her. and for goodness sake, dont meow about &lt;strong&gt;Sue Li&lt;/strong&gt; when you dont even &lt;strong&gt;turn&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;up&lt;/strong&gt; for training as often as she does. &lt;strong&gt;by the way, her attendence is 100%&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hasnt attitude, passion and commitment been the most important towards Basketball? since when did socialisation stepped into the picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i'm starting to get the picture why Boss is taking over the Sec ones and isnt really bothered with us. do you? cant we all make an effort to be part of the team? cant we all make an effort to be more passionate? its such a sad story. i wished everyone of you'd think over it. not being able to train is a misery. i've tasted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pocahontas says : And we are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;I Love STC Basketball Team'03 '04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____ourstcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109706615735137635?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109706615735137635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109706615735137635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-had-relatively-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109672782879254593</id><published>2004-10-02T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T07:37:08.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to depend on lin to blog again. oh man blogger sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had science practical. it was hilarious. i had blotches all over my paper, my graph paper had a hole in the middle, burnt myself, unintentionally sat at the wrong table and screwed Rui Shan's experiment, accidentally spilt chemicals all over myself and didnt even realise when my test-tube holder caught fire. just when i thought i was the most clumsy person who ever existed, Felicia's bottle of chemical broke and Dara and Sherlyn's test-tube cork popped and flew away. oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all got the same thing. its so cool man. i'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest Anna is feeling down beated about certain things. but you cant change them you know? i learnt that i cant change someone who is changed, but i can try to accept that person and try to lead her back. it takes time, and patience. i guess thats why i learnt it the hard way. i know that its difficult for you, but just try to be at peace with yourself alright? being mean to everyone sometimes tires yourself out too. but anyway, you are a good Anna. i so totally wish you are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HY : i so totally feel like pinching you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie : although you are the most most most most most unspontaneous, unsporting, unsupportive meow ever, i still meow you and thanks for being nice OKAY? because there is a hidden cat in your cabinet. aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudine : i dont say this to you everyday, but i really enjoy being with you, your presence and your company. meow NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberriesrock.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you : we may have made up, cleared the dark smoke in the air, but somehow it seems that you're not even at the very least, happy to patch up. it seem like a one sided thing. i mean, it takes two hands to clap right? i really dont know what to say and how to put my feelings into words, but i treasure this friendship to an extent that i approached you, even after so long. i hope things will turn out for the better, because i guess i just cant really let everything go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109672782879254593?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109672782879254593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109672782879254593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-to-depend-on-lin-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109497941949238650</id><published>2004-09-12T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T02:12:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;blogger is being really sickening. to make entries, i've to depend on nice old Lin. oh how very irritating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing much happened during this holiday. actually, only one thing struck me hard and i'll never blow up again. well, at the very least, i'll try to keep my temper cooled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was very fun. i shared tent with Laura and Anissa. Anissa and I had a lot of time together because both of us were in charge of meals and cooking during the BBQ. we had to cut fruits for everyone and in the end, i ate all the apples up. haha. totally hilarious. you should have seen her frolicsome reaction. everyone was dying for their phones because Mr Sng took it away for safe keeping. did i forget to mention Anissa's undying loyalty to our group's flag and her unbeatable desire to be on shift. she simply refused to go to bed and kept telling us to go and sleep while she and Bahiah talked about the most gut-busting stuff under the dark blue sky and the shimmering stars. i'd a great time with Laura too, talking through the night. she's a very nice person, though she'll look much more happier if she beams more often. well, the thing that struck me when i saw her and Anissa were their smiles. Anissa had a really bright smile and never-ending energy while Laura had a pair of beautiful dimples and may i say, inextinguishable depression. Jiabao and Fawn made entertainment present at all times, while Krystal had that bored face all the time. i'd to spend 2 entire days with a very disagreeable person, but i survived. in fact, we all did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to do survival cooking - cooking on the grass patch beside the field by digging a hole and gathering dried leaves. it was sucha back breaking activity and everyone's food had either soil or sand in it. Sharon's noodles had bits and pieces of dirt while my group's was hard. urgh. a very unpleasant once in a life time experience, i'd say. at the very least, we had supper. Anissa makes wierd faces and funny expressions that keep me constantly laughing. her phrases were out-of-meaning but somehow, in one way or another, make sense. i simply cant understand how her complicated mind works. Sharon was in an ultra terrible mood on the second day of camp.maybe its because of the torture she had to go through all day and all night inside her tent. oh well.poor thing. on the last day of camp, which is Monday, i had to go for remedial until 1 plus. what the meow. my energy level was fading away like flowing water, but i was happy because i got to see my class mates once again, especially Clare. that Monday marked the final lesson we were ever gonna have with Miss Lim. i believe we'll all miss her. i believe i can fly. i believe i can touch the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was English Orals on Tuesday and i had Miss Sim as my examiner. i almost died from relief. i talked nothing but pure nonsense, like 'if you eat lemon, you'll get yellow skin. apples? no side effects.' her unending laughter somehow made me less nervous, but i ended up talking more rubbish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week, i spent much of my time reading and hiding in the toilet. i fell ill. i suspect its food poisoning and not the anticipated flow i'm expecting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. my brother told me this and i felt that its funny. here goes : when left is right and right is left, what is right when left if wrong? i simply cant stop laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confession of the day : i havent emailed my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i better get going. yitian is in for a big surprise. she's kayaking now. i hope she gets flipped over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last thing. Thank you Lin, for being kind enough to help me post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109497941949238650?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109497941949238650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109497941949238650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/09/blogger-is-being-really-sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109411871187990954</id><published>2004-09-02T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T02:13:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He* just called and told my aunt that i'm a good girl, with exceptions when my temper rises. how cool is &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;camp is on saturday and i'm feeling all mixed up. it seems rather fun, going for a camp, meeting new people and all, but at the same time, i feel that i dont mix well with people whom i dont know. at least Sharon Tong's there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its holidays next week. how cool can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i hope everyone will benefit from this, because i know i definately will. and this is esp for Debbie, as promised -: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Word Of The Day ( Thursday)&lt;/strong&gt; : Loquacious - &lt;strong&gt;talkative&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday :&lt;/strong&gt; Perspicacious - &lt;strong&gt;good at judging and understanding people and situations.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday :&lt;/strong&gt; Pestilential - &lt;strong&gt;extremely annoying/unpleasant&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday :&lt;/strong&gt; Pester Power - &lt;strong&gt;the ability that children have to make their parents do/buy things for them by asking again and again.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cool enough? i believe i possess pester power to a certain extent. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;school was so good today that it seemed exceptionally short. half of chinese lesson was taken by this nonsense talk, and we had this game during English to practise for Orals. i had quite some fun talking rubbish. recess came rather quickly as time was flying on a plane. after recess, it was Accounts, followed by Maths and then SS. i sat with Clare during Math lesson. you cant imagine how elated i was to find my seat taken by Boss. it gave me an opportunity to sit with Clare at the back. &lt;strong&gt;aha&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;SS was quite alright. i dripped some disappearing ink on Julie and she screamed at the sight of the blue ink on her sleeve. &lt;strong&gt;guess how hard clare and i were laughing&lt;/strong&gt;. she's the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; gullible person i've ever seen, other than my cousin. i once told her during Chemistry lesson in the lab that if she touched the chemicals, her fingers would corrode. she believed me and kept away from them until Clarissa told her that it was just a joke. the expression on her face made me feel so sated that i left school a happy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anna was behaving like an intoxicated chatterbox. she yakked non stop all day and she did the most &lt;strong&gt;pestilential&lt;/strong&gt; thing on earth that i would not forgive myself if i forgive her. &lt;strong&gt;therefore, i solemnly swear on your limbs that i'd not speak to you today. &lt;/strong&gt;meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel that i'm losing strength. but i will find it back. i will get it all back, and i will be on the top again. i will make that happen. no one can force anything into me, nor can anyone force anything outta me. i will, and i mean it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;dont be a malingerer and skip trainings okay. be thankful that you're able to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveteam.com/always/meow/fullstopdot"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://iloveteam.com/always/meow/fullstopdot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i've been so indolent that i cant believe how much i'm lagging behind everyone. i've set a new rule for myself -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more&lt;/span&gt; putting off work till tomorrow and getting it undone. &lt;/strong&gt;okay clare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i was trying to tell Debbie about the harm of eating fast food and the cruelty of eating &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; yucksy incy whincy pennies&lt;/strong&gt;. now that i've reached a conclusion, i have something to annouce to everyone : Debbie is the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; inattentive listener who'd rather &lt;strong&gt;stare&lt;/strong&gt; into a &lt;strong&gt;book&lt;/strong&gt; than listen to a living human. not only is she expressionless, her inscrutability has left me &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; unsatisfied. before you metastasize into someone like &lt;strong&gt;MALABIBI MACDONALD&lt;/strong&gt; (inside joke), i hereby swear on &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; toes that i will get the message &lt;strong&gt;into&lt;/strong&gt; that malevolent brain of yours &lt;strong&gt;someday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have to send an email to my dearest most beloved and gorgeous sister. so much for now everyone. but i'm replying my tags before i publish this post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val`27&lt;/strong&gt; : of course i remember you. i've been fine. i havent seen you for so long. you take lotsa care yea? chill//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hy&lt;/strong&gt; : the devine are of beauty cannot be shown by actions nor words. it cannot be seen by human's naked eyes as it is inner beauty that the Meow Queen possesses, so therefore dot com slash fullstop dot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passerby&lt;/strong&gt; : i've been, as i said in my entry, indolent and i feel so very guilty about it. but the new ground rule is set and i know things'll be just fine =) thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the fact that my brother is telling me to get off the computer shows that i have no choice but to disobey my new rule. i guess i've to send the mail tomorrow. =( &lt;strong&gt;what the meow.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109411871187990954?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109411871187990954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109411871187990954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/09/he-just-called-and-told-my-aunt-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109395695227720595</id><published>2004-08-31T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T05:59:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby tell me where'd you ever learn&lt;br /&gt;To fight without saying word&lt;br /&gt;Then waltz back into my life&lt;br /&gt;Like it's all gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you know how much it hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we don't talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we don't touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it doesn't feel like we're even in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It matters to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I don't know what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know if it really even matters to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It matters to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I still don't understand&lt;br /&gt;The distance between a woman and a man&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how far it is&lt;br /&gt;And how you can love like this&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not sure I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we don't talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we don't touch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When it doesn't feel like we're even in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It matters to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I don't know what to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't know if it really even matters to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It matters to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its teachers day and i havent bought any gift &lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt;. met Mrs ___ and there was this very awkward pause between us. oh what the meow. the celebration was quite meowded. a facetious skit, some screamings and a video that missed out Mr Eric and consist blurred faces of the teachers. &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's loquacious gang were admiring Julie and her lavish dressing and hooting as usual. Claudine wore a blue plaited dress over a skillfully ironed white blouse. what a loyal convent girl. the whole team agreed on jeans yesterday but Qian Ru, Sock Lin, Hui Yu and Shi Yun turned up in &lt;strong&gt;skirts.&lt;/strong&gt; how i wish i can see Liwei in one someday. &lt;strong&gt;wish i may, wish i might. &lt;/strong&gt;i was a leave, Anna was a tree trunk, Kim was an orange, Joanne was dark red soil, Bel was a bright apple, Hy and Addy were clouds and Debbie was a massive black hole. all to do with Nature. what a faithful nature lover i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Eric arrived this morning, everyone treated him like some Mandy Moore &lt;strong&gt;guy.&lt;/strong&gt; everyone went gaga over him. i suspect the human traffic jam was caused by his very prescence. oh well. we've got a very attractive coach. what can we do? had some time with him. it felt so great to be sitting with the team again, with him. totally cool. Miss Mak was in a mood and Mr Patrick said we're so pretty. but of cuz, pretty who? pretty ___ (fill it up) TAG ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i played some ball and left. was kinda meowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone will practise philanthropy. we must never be over contented and so satisfied with life that we forget to help others right? Boss says &lt;strong&gt;'you reap what you sow.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got more equipments to carry out my pranks. world, its prank time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to blog about because life is just a fast forwarding video with vapid events that i've to go through in a lackadaisical manner. what a tiring process. its a sad thing to lose your voice on a holiday eve is it not? apparently, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it matters to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ____________somewhereOutThere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dearest perspicacious HY&lt;/strong&gt; : you better take care of yourself. watch for signs of sickness like the &lt;strong&gt;sudden&lt;/strong&gt; lessening of feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debbie&lt;/strong&gt; : you will be considered pestilential unless you answer my question that i posted above. ( line meow, ___fill it up corner )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna&lt;/strong&gt; : i shall consider your answer as truth. because, obviously its the truth right?! &lt;strong&gt;cor-right.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109395695227720595?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109395695227720595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109395695227720595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/baby-tell-me-whered-you-ever-learn-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109386676311685028</id><published>2004-08-30T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:52:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HY : its just an allergy. i mean, i'll feel red when i see red. its CERTIFIED by DR Meow. so no doubts its true. so blame nobody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have SO many things to tell my sister. but i just dont have any time to write her an email. my dear brother suggested that Blogger is changed to Bugger because im taking his time. meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109386676311685028?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109386676311685028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109386676311685028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/hy-its-just-allergy.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109376598100829009</id><published>2004-08-29T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T00:53:01.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i've got nothing to blog about. life is sucha bore. i havent been studying much these days. maybe i'm getting complacent. i shall start studying from tomorrow onwards. okay. its all set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are Blue Koala, who is extremely honest person, and will say things that come up in your mind straightly. You are also active and very cheerful. You also possess feminine attraction and have distinguished atmosphere.You are very popular, and tend to be with lots of people. You value your friends too. But unlike your outlook, you don't like to loose and are a strong-minded person.You possess strong will-power, and are independent enough to carry things out without getting the help of the others. You have great creativity sense and are much talented in this.You act simply, but you possess complicated inner emotions. You may be thought little bit eccentric. You like to lead varied life, and try to change the atmosphere yourself too.You can make quick decisions, and possess courage. You are well liked by both men and women. You have great sense of instinct and can get right at the point of things. You can affect people as well.You are very strict on money. You will not go buying things on impulse.Someone you love and your love life is what is most important to you in your life. You possess great natural skill to manipulate men. You should not rush into marriage after a passionate love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;objections?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HY &lt;/strong&gt;: sorry. it was the &lt;strong&gt;flow&lt;/strong&gt; that was making me sucha meow. i mean, i &lt;strong&gt;turned &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i &lt;strong&gt;saw &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thats why i was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. dont be angry anymore okay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;being petty endangers your life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;please chill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109376598100829009?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109376598100829009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109376598100829009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-got-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109343254702730035</id><published>2004-08-25T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T04:36:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passerby&lt;/strong&gt; : well, you're right that i cant force them to be involved and committed to Basketball. but however much i try not to bother about their level of commitment and passion for the game, i am very much annoyed with the way they make Basketball a game 'unworthy' for them and take it so lightly. when they feel like coming, they come. when they feel like quitting, they quit. it somehow irks me. i mean, i really wish that we can be our small little happy family like we used to be. happy, united, close and attached to the game, the team and everyone in it. it was all so perfect but now we are splitting, and we're spitting at each other, hurling insults and criticizing each other. i feel sad. i miss the us, the we. its difficult to admit but im sorry people, for blowing up like this. its their life. they choose what they wanna do. if this sounds discourteous and angry, sorry. but it wasnt meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my sister and daddy left for New York today and i had my &lt;strong&gt;flow at full blast&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. was in quite a disagreeable mood but i &lt;strong&gt;didnt&lt;/strong&gt; lose my temper. amazing aint it? i even &lt;strong&gt;swallowed&lt;/strong&gt; the scolding that Debbie gave me and walked away, &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to smile. achievement? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear daddy and Na, ______________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_______(fill it up). i miss you all and love you always. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Tong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;family orientation is important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shiyun said something that struck me. our conversation went like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: everytime i try to fly, i fall. without my wings i feel so small. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shiyun : lets look at it another way. you have legs and you can at least walk some distance.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'i have legs and i can at least walk some distance.' does it sound meaningful to you at all? the sentence somehow struck me and made me gather some thoughts. i take everything for granted. everything ranging from food to Basketball. when i get angry, i stomp my feet and hit things around me. but how would i vent my anger if i happen to be crippled? when i feel agitated, i'd start to grumble and insult the other party. but how would a mute person quarrel or voice her anger? when i'm in bad moods, i lock myself from others and stay away from people, sometimes, even my parents. but what if i were an orphan? when i'm lazy, i lie on the chair and read all day, unwilling to walk 15mins to the court. but what if i were someone who is injured and cant go for any exercises? when i'm provoked, i criticize, i mock and i make other people's life a living hell. but what if i were the one getting bullied? when i'm full, i dont finish my food and throw my half filled cup of drink away. but what if i were from Iraq, and have nothing to eat or drink? when i'm too tired, i ask my maid to take my things for me. but what if i were someone else's maid, or what if i were in a family trapped in financial difficulty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when will i learn to start to appreciate and to treasure? when will i learn to not take things for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its time for change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;problem : how to gain a positive change in character, temper and attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;solution : eat some &lt;strong&gt;Moral &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'spread out your wings and tell yourself to fly. when you open your eyes, you'll be soaring high'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr Patrick : i'm sorry for not leading by example. please forgive us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;TEAM : 'And we are all connected to each other. In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.' i'm sorry for being bad tempered and hot headed all the time. i'll try to change. thanks for being tolerant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lin: i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;iloveYou&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i'll keep a part of you with me, and everywhere i am, there you'll be. thanks for being right there for me. huggs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;green rocks. because the grass is green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109343254702730035?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109343254702730035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109343254702730035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/passerby-well-youre-right-that-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109334274428741994</id><published>2004-08-24T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T04:37:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you wanna quit because you think you're causing trouble, you're only causing more harm than good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Judy: if you think you wanna be a tracker, i totally meow you. because all you sweet nothings about having the bball passion is nothing but pure garbage. i saw you differently as others because i felt that you have more passion and commitment. but apparently i was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for goodness sake, STOP being weak and STOP hurting yourself because of some little matters that happen in your life. you are a baller for nuts. you're supposed to be stronger in mental strength and physical abilities. oh please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zhen Yi : stop trying to be difficult. if you have a problem with anyone, speak to the person right in her face. stop being so meowish. you're being worst than anyone of them whom you're criticising. excuse me, we come in peace. meowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just want us to be a happy bball family again. no internal destructions, nobody trying to break friends up, no one trying to create rumours, nobody being mean to her team mates, no one being drifted, no split personalities, no signs of weakness, no one being bad, everyone being nice to everyone, no one thinking abt quitting. and everyone committed to the team, and in loving the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;stop the rubbish about everything. look at amanda. she's nice now and she's passionate. judy? she's indifferent. wan ling? she's hardworking. Shuli, Brina, Adella? they're committed. lin? she's always trying. what about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109334274428741994?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109334274428741994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109334274428741994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-you-wanna-quit-because-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109326810645486876</id><published>2004-08-23T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T06:35:06.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TheCupSoVeryStink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Pocahontas] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think I'm an ignorant savage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you've been so many places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess it must be so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But still I cannot see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If the savage one is me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now can there be so much that you don't know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't know ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think you own whatever land you land on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I know every rock and tree and creature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Has a life, has a spirit, has a name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You think the only people who are people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are the people who look and think like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll learn things you never knew you never knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come roll in all the riches all around you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for once, never wonder what they're worth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rainstorm and the river are my brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The heron and the otter are my friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we are all connected to each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a circle, in a hoop that never ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How high will the sycamore grow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you cut it down, then you'll never know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For whether we are white or copper skinned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We need to paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can own the Earth and still &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you'll own is Earth until&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my day was simple and short. i was late for school. after a day of massive workload, nature finally called for me during CME and i went to the toilet for exactly 10 mins. Bernice and Clare were quite unhappy today. and &lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry Midori, for venting my anger on you. &lt;/strong&gt;Sharon Tong reminded me of some work i have to complete. it is a very crucial piece of assignment as it concerns my peace tomorrow. oh well, i've got &lt;strong&gt;conscience&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheryl Foo was being ridiculous today and Melissa talked &lt;strong&gt;non-stop&lt;/strong&gt;. Anna mistook me for a &lt;strong&gt;Gossip Magazine Editor&lt;/strong&gt; and the most striking incident of the day was &lt;strong&gt;undeniably _______. (the unspeakable)&lt;/strong&gt; i finally completed all my chinese homework. &lt;strong&gt;corrections.&lt;/strong&gt; long-overdued chinese homework. tomorrow i'll hand them in. its quite a sad day actually, i mean, Clarissa has got red braces while there are people out there with no sense of humour nor any bit of creativity at all so much so that they have to try to imitate people and learn, unsuccessfully, to speak like those they 'admire'. then &lt;strong&gt;thanks for admiring me .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;imeowyou right back&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;stupid copy meow&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;no sense of creativity nor any talent in any inventions of any sort. i'm starting to wonder if there is any brains in you at all.&lt;/strong&gt; of course, my resources allowed me to recognise who you are - the biggest brainless git. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i strongly believe that Mother Bird went for feather plucking competition. she's so much neater lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;achievement : i resisted the temptations of being evil to &lt;strong&gt;The Majestic One.&lt;/strong&gt; ( lin'll understand this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109326810645486876?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109326810645486876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109326810645486876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/thecupsoverystink.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109308080196216224</id><published>2004-08-21T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T07:04:14.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uh oh. i'm in for some trouble so i think i better tone down a lil. i mean, its gonna meow me down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm so very tired. FINALLY completed my lit work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meowded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;parralax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;error&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm watching the first bball game against HIJ and i had to cover my eyes half the time because the person recording, who is none other than Hui Yu, happily kept shaking. half the time, the camera is either shooting the floor or the refree. sometimes, a bunch of Mr Eric's hair. and there's a rythmn - the camera follows the beat and moves up and down as Kwan bounces the ball. you sure do have good shooting skills man. may i raise a question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;were you having a nervous breakdown that you kept trembling? if you did, chill. and thanks for the headache you're causing me =) aha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have to stop watching before my brain crawls outta my ears. spare me somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh, did the same person video the SAC game? meowded. chill huiyu. kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109308080196216224?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109308080196216224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109308080196216224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109300061544724968</id><published>2004-08-20T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T06:06:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTE TO ALL : my tagboard &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; working. but its &lt;strong&gt;invisible&lt;/strong&gt;, as in the words that you tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how to tag&lt;/strong&gt; : do the usual - name, link, message and &lt;strong&gt;click Kaboom to tag&lt;/strong&gt;. a lil window or something will pop out. &lt;strong&gt;click YES&lt;/strong&gt;. and &lt;strong&gt;your message will be there&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its saddening. we all talked today. i wish we can be whatever we were last year. at least the present sec 2 and 3s? everyone's drifting away. i mean, i'm sorry if i was harsh on my part in my words. but, its very difficult to accept the change in you, the change in the bonding and unity of the whole team. i mean, i'm sorry. how i wish hy's here. and please, no borrowing. she's OURS. you cant simply BAR her from competition just like THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my blog started to work as suddenly as it stopped working. what the meow. if i was rude and hurtful, i'm sorry. maybe its the abrupt change in you that made me give an answer made in anger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'm starting to think again. people often lose their most precious because they tend to overlook their presence, and take them for granted. taking things for granted is a sin that everyone is bound to commit, including myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'd lost a close friend to Foolishness. she and i were primary and secondary school mates. Both of us were in Band. we went to school and back together everyday as we lived so very near to each other. i started to neglect her. and all of a sudden, she migrated to Canada. but now and then, she still calls and sends me letters, photos, cards, etc. (how very sweet =) )but what i regret most is the hurt i've inflicted upon her and the times i've caused her much pain. &lt;strong&gt;i'd like to make use of this opportunity to say sorry to you, Klaimon. i really hope we can keep our friendship, even if its a long distant one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everyone knows how to say&lt;strong&gt; 'treasure all around you before you lose them.'&lt;/strong&gt; but only few know the real meaning of it. because those are the only ones who really treasure their love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i've decided to practise what i preach : &lt;strong&gt;'dont find joy at the expense of someone else's pain.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;okay then, i shall stop hurling insults at you. but please make your stand and stop being such a meow - pretending to care for people and at the end of the day make use and take advantage of them or even meow about others who have been nice to you. thats called image manupilation, and its wrong. like my brother always says, &lt;strong&gt;'practise some moral integrity.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh i so love him to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its like, jay rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109300061544724968?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109300061544724968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109300061544724968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/note-to-all-my-tagboard-is-working.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109273431924027388</id><published>2004-08-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T02:20:42.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm jaying. its CD time. i'm sure Hy'll love it to absolute bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;chinese paper was rather easy, except the comprehension part. i was totally writing rubbish. to think i even thought that by learning and studying hard, i could probably get first in class. well, i wouldnt be humble and say that i dont want to be the top student in class like Julie or Cheryl. i mean, who wouldnt? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its a contradiction. everyone speaks of not studying for the paper, or not intending to study for the tests. it seems to both me and anna that many people often think that not studying is cool and studying is for nerds. it is a ridiculous idea. how absolutely silly. does that means that the whole team is full of nerds (with exceptions* of course) but those who play truant are cool? well, i think not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in the society, CEOs and Managers of companies are the cool people (with a secured job, a fixed/increasing salary and no worries over financial difficulties) and the people who walk around having nothing to do or having resort to immoral doings like stealing and robbing to get around with life are the ones who are really pathetic. lets say they've been all given a chance to recieve education. in my point of view, the "nerds" are the CEOs and the "cool dudes" are those who skip school. maybe it doesnt makes sense to you, but to me, it is an example that is full of meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;think about it. everyone's hating school, homework, tests and all. everyone thinks its really cool to not study. but who are the coolest people in the school? to me, its those who really get good grades and are balanced in life, as well as happy. but few can achieve that. because only the few are the most hardworking ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i admit, i am a pure lazy git. but as my sister always says, 'at least i try right!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;belated birthday wishes to Miss Mak. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm sure you had fun yesterday. aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109273431924027388?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109273431924027388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109273431924027388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-jaying.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109265772938144673</id><published>2004-08-16T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T05:02:09.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel so scared. fearful of the future and what lies ahead of it. do you ever realise that of all the times you dread school, you will wake up one day and wish that you could go back to schooling days, that when everything around you gets too perfect ( you have cash, friends, family and absolute fun ) you will take things for granted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;too many times in life, i've lost opportunities. and too many times in life, i've taken many things for granted. its difficult. how can i choose? if its choice 1, i'd be happy now. if its choice2, i'd be happier in future, but in the mean time and the nearing periods, i'd be filled with nothing but misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i'd often wonder what it would be like to have everything sufficient for me and my survival in the world, and what it would be like to have to take a more difficult choice and stick with my life now. which would do me more good? which would do my life more good? will i keep having the emotional tantrums that i throw inside me? all these, i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i feel that i can get things very easily. because more than often, i do get things easily. -money, pretty things, whatever i want, and wish for. but when i get them, i chuck them aside. and these led to my extremely bad habit of taking things for granted all the time. yet i didnt realise the importance of treasuring people around me, and that is why many times, i end up losing very important figures in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is this a result in having great friends and family members who give in to me? is this the result of being loved? is this the result of being spoilt and thus, being spoilt and unappreciative? in my point of view, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if this is self criticism, then so be it. i think i need it. because the only times i get criticisms is when i face hy, and as always, she's ignored when she gets overbroad with her powerful language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109265772938144673?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109265772938144673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109265772938144673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-feel-so-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109239588886759893</id><published>2004-08-13T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T04:18:08.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so very sorry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Nicole. &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; Valerie has &lt;strong&gt;confronted&lt;/strong&gt; me in the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;unnerving&lt;/strong&gt; way and i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scared out of my wits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was meowded at &lt;strong&gt;because i talked about your inconsiderate behaviour that disturbed me directly&lt;/strong&gt;. will you &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; tell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her highness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;who sailed pass the moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me and that i am &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so very apologetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for talking about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her most precious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whom she &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; needs to &lt;strong&gt;mix with get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fame&lt;/span&gt; from&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; tell &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her majesty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i wont dare to meow at her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;most precious being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. may i ask a question? &lt;strong&gt;no offense&lt;/strong&gt;, but &lt;strong&gt;are you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her highness's &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this isnt an offensive message. nor is it meant to be offensive. anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;are you satisfied now VALERIE?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now i know why no one wants to get into nicole's way. they might get slapped by the Queen. &lt;strong&gt;pardon me, but i have another question. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;do you have to pay protection fees? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;is it&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; being &lt;strong&gt;a demanding brat&lt;/strong&gt; to reproach me for rebuking at people who disturbed my peace? i'm sorry Miss Lee. &lt;strong&gt;i've forgotten how to spell&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUSTICE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;its a cool day at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;milky way.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dont know what it is? &lt;strong&gt;its a place where people are so busybody that they cant help it but poke into everyone's business. or is it &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;just you&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheer up deb&lt;/strong&gt;. i know you had worst =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i am vindictive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109239588886759893?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109239588886759893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109239588886759893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-so-very-sorry-nicole.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109231211178176429</id><published>2004-08-12T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T05:01:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could tie you up in my shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make you feel unpretty told was told I was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But what does that mean to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look into the mirror who's inside there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one with the long hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Same old me again today (yeah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My insides are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because of youI've tried different ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have myself to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can buy your hair if it won't grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can fix your nose if he says so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can buy all the make-up that Mac can make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if you can't look inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Find out who am I to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be in the position to make me feel so damn unpretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never insecure until I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'm in stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I used to be so cute to meJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ust a little bit skinny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do I look to all these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To keep you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe get rid of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then I'll get back to me (hey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My outsides look cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My insides are blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everytime I think I'm through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've tried different ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But it's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have myself to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe I'm trippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love this song =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;and thanks deb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109231211178176429?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109231211178176429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109231211178176429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-wish-i-could-tie-you-up-in-my-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109222212133854646</id><published>2004-08-11T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T04:57:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is annoying. a *sailormoon creature tagged maria's board who criticised me as demanding. well, she didnt know the situation at all did she? obviously not. i was accused of being unreasonable. but in the first place, how was i being unreasonable? if i simply say on my blog that you sailed to the moon, left your common sense there, returned as a bitch who stole your best friend's boyfriend and just sent me an email telling me that you wanna marry debbie, it would be unreasonable for you say that you didnt say or do anything like that, is it? apparently, in your opinion as you have shown in your vexatious childishness and conclusion jumping, it is. for your information, all those that i wrote was before i saw what maria replied. like maria said, there's a limit to everything. including being stupid. seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and miss maggie lee said that its A LOT. not ALOT. it all lies up there* doesnt it? if you lack what it takes up there*, you lack the most important thing of life X) you need some intelligence to live you know. seriously. =) bless you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i flooded maria's tagboard. sorry man, i just hate being accused. chill man. i cant be bothered. maybe later, but not now. okay. my cousin just told me something that cracked me up. its really funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;yuan please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109222212133854646?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109222212133854646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109222212133854646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-is-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109212216977123478</id><published>2004-08-09T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T02:37:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've fallen ill. lets pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;chilled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;boiling water is always hot. beware. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109212216977123478?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109212216977123478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109212216977123478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-fallen-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109195695693298095</id><published>2004-08-08T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T02:22:36.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it doesn't matter anymore. i feel nothing about it; i'm numb about the situation. it doesnt affect me anymore; you aren't any concern of mine anymore. you lead your own life, while i lead mine. and that's that. i shalln't deny that the memories were sweet and nice, but after all you've done, you dont deserve anything much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i wonder how Andrew's doing now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;debbie is an evil brat. she attempted to blind me with her very bright font colour and drowned me in misery in exchange for her delightment in gaming, as the royal villian calls it. anna followed her footsteps and turned equally demonic. maybe they often use the royal comb to comb their hair. that is why the effect is so outstanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i met up with claudine today to photocopy my geography stuff, and the man made us wait for half an hour. now that i've gotten my notes, i dont know where to start revising. i guess i'm feeling lethargic. saw a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doctor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he prescribed me with some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty And The Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. yay! &lt;strong&gt;its time for medication =)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;are you the beautifullest peoples in this worlds? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109195695693298095?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109195695693298095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109195695693298095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-doesnt-matter-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109187487055513801</id><published>2004-08-07T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T08:14:29.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if you think you've been irritated by the most vicious noise pollutants in the world, &lt;strong&gt;think again.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i went to school early in the morning to study with claudine and sock lin. the morning breeze blew gently and there was so much peace, till a disorderly unharmonious group came. they were screeching at the &lt;strong&gt;top&lt;/strong&gt; of their &lt;strong&gt;already&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unpleasant-for-the-ears-voices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, running after a &lt;strong&gt;shoe&lt;/strong&gt;. oh well. do not misunderstand. they are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; trying to seek attention from anyone - the canteen was almost vacant and whats more, this isn't the first time they're &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; wild. sharon was with them, but &lt;strong&gt;of&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;course&lt;/strong&gt;, sharon was &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; more considerate than &lt;strong&gt;anyone&lt;/strong&gt; of them and didn't make much noise. maybe she was the only one in that group who has the common sense to tell that they shouldnt make noise when people are studying. just like monkeys dont know that its wrong to snatch bananas from people. but monkeys have enough sense to not scratch anyone unless under provocation right? so how shall we describe this bunch of boisterous people? may i say that in this case, &lt;strong&gt;its all in the mind? &lt;/strong&gt;if i were them, i'd go for lunch and ask for a plate of common sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, if you get what &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; means. and &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;, you'd &lt;strong&gt;definately&lt;/strong&gt; lose if you are trying out for the &lt;strong&gt;Anti&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Noise&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pollution&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Award&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no offence man. but their awfully offensively loud behaviour has barred me from much work that had to be done and so naturally, it antagonized me very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;went home with claudine. had quite some fun today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's on her way back now. and i've not spoken much to her at all. i said 'i dont care, for she doesnt mean much to me.' but is that really true? did i really mean what i said? of course not. i'd be inhuman to say that. she always meant something to me, though i never said anything to her. i'd always wanted to be on good terms with her, though we often quarrelled. i wish now that you'll stay longer. and you too. because i miss you, and i know i will, in the days to come. i'm sorry for all that i've done. but deep down i have always, will always and still love you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hy&lt;/strong&gt; : i've thought it through. there's nothing to hold onto anymore. because there isn't &lt;strong&gt;anymore&lt;/strong&gt; meaning and obviously, &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; purpose. there's &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to be concern over, since i've waited for so long. esp when i'm a man of &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; patience. its like waiting for &lt;strong&gt;snow&lt;/strong&gt; to fall in &lt;strong&gt;Hong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Kong&lt;/strong&gt; or anticipating &lt;strong&gt;spring&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;North&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pole&lt;/strong&gt;. now, i'm as free as a bird with part of my burden &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, &lt;strong&gt;burden&lt;/strong&gt;. and no, you've got it all wrong. its that they are stupid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claudine : above is my summary of the day that i promised you =)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109187487055513801?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109187487055513801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109187487055513801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/if-you-think-youve-been-irritated-by.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109179462902316434</id><published>2004-08-06T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T05:17:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am a meow man walking. i've just realised how much lit i've to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;here i am, searching for poems in desperation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'working in the moonlight shadows.' thats what i'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;national day celebrations today. had a really bad morning. afternoon was quite alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i got scolded for rejecting the idea of dining with an old lady. why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i have got nothing to blog about. too tired to think. my eyes are closing. the radiation from the computer is killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;goodnight world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109179462902316434?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109179462902316434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109179462902316434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-meow-man-walking.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109170311495528244</id><published>2004-08-05T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T06:22:09.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;'there can be miracles, when you believe'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;but will there be a miracle if i believe that i will pass my amath test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;i just remembered that i have tons of work today, but i spent the whole afternoon resting, thinking that i have none. i hate to use the word slack. it sounds like as though i'm very lazy, especially now that i'm trying to influence myself not to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;patrick was being totally funny during math period. he was really nice today. well, at least he talked to me. aha. it totally made me happy. like as though he hasnt lost all hope in me. she's right; like she has always been. school was quite boring today. &lt;strong&gt;i was really offended okay, clarissa wee&lt;/strong&gt;. but nevermind, i'm not petty. anyway, i've learnt something today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;-) to get inverse, i must (-) not (+). there goes my 5 marks. i am so totally angry with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;i'm going out tonight, with my lit work undone. 10 poems, 1000 words essay. &lt;strong&gt;may i have a miracle now?&lt;/strong&gt; but 'God' in Bruce Almighty said&lt;strong&gt; 'there are no miracles. be the miracle'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;yitian will be totally fascinated with her birthday present, because i'm feeling so excited about giving it to her =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;i love green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kwan : in life, when we take, we have to give isnt it? why give up something you never thought you ever would and in the end take in nothing but the purest of pain? why choose to live without something you seriously miss and want in your life? why do you want to leave a hole in your heart and fill it up with nothing but regrets after you leave? dont you wanna join us on court, on training ground and do eric and hy proud? he's waiting. she's waiting. they are all waiting. the last thing we should do is to let down mr eric isnt it? please reconsider. he'll be more than happy to hear that you'll change, for the game. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valerie : if you have heard the voice message please tag. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;hy : if you do not give it to me tomorrow i will smack anna. and today, i have a 47. aha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;debbie:&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Godmother&lt;br /&gt;Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-booPut 'em together and what have you gotbibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-booIt'll do magic believe it or notbibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;Salagadoola means mechicka boolerooBut the thingmabob that does the job isbibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;br /&gt;Salagadoola menchicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-booPut 'em together and what have you gotbibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi-boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109170311495528244?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109170311495528244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109170311495528244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/there-can-be-miracles-when-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109161716150667962</id><published>2004-08-04T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T04:01:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im feeling blue today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is it friday yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i am quite satisfied with myself today, though i was late for chinese. maths was all about graphs again. i was striking off my many 5 mins as usual. english was fun. i kept laughing and somehow, laughing kept me awake. didnt Reader's Digest say that &lt;strong&gt;laughter is the best medicine&lt;/strong&gt;? it undoubtedly is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i realised that i was the only one in class who haven't done my draft so i went up to miss lee for marking. she looked at my script, handed me a ruler and a pen and said ' how do i keep an untidy girl neat? ' maybe she was trying to save trouble, (which i think not because in my point of view, it was because my work is too perfect) she gave me a tick and told me to go ahead with my speech. after some time, she came to our table when &lt;strong&gt;adele&lt;/strong&gt; asked her a question. then there was this arguement about who was the prime minister before Lee Kwan Yew or something similar that is very much political. i was thinking and suddenly i just said ' sung nila utama*? ' she reacted in a very funny manner. upon reflecting on english lessons now, i simply cant stop laughing. it may not seem funny. but like anna said, some jokes are funny only if you are present. like the pamela and her mr kai one, the yiyan and her laabradoor one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;last lesson when i was doing my draft, i wanted to know what another word for peserverance is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me : miss lee, is another word for peserverance, preservatives? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss lee : ----------------&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;the ---------------- means nothing. there was no reply. she was too loss for words, too deeply engaged in laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;joanne and zhenyi did the silliest thing today. i cant help but sigh, because i seem to be reminded of my silly &lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt; too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;kim and i were on the bus and we met Qian Ru and her two friends. kim started being mean and happily teased Qian Ru and company. but she doesnt mean it, so dont take it to heart. she's just like that, like Qian Ru's habit to have to make noise &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the time. &lt;strong&gt;seriously, how much joy do you find in contributing to noise pollution? &lt;/strong&gt;aha. meowded. &lt;strong&gt;dont take it to heart okay, whoever kim teased. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;amath and emath test tomorrow. how very saddening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;this is a stupid entry. i dont even know what i'm typing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;hy: please remember to bring the most important thing on earth. it is very crucial as it concerns my happiness for the whole of next week. and this is something that will interest you very much. i shot during recess. yesterday, i had 39/100. today, i have 42/100. one day, it'll be 75/100 =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;maria : sorry man. i am so very much embarassed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;zhenyi and joanne : you have all my empathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;i asked my cousin : what do you think feeling blue means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;look at what she said : i think it means feeling a little, erm, green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;oh boy! she sure did cracked me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109161716150667962?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109161716150667962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109161716150667962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-feeling-blue-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109152657333446773</id><published>2004-08-03T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:49:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;lets purple today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it is indeed very sad that my attempt has failed again - i was late for physics class today, while yesterday it was lit. how very disparaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my day started off well. i finally handed in my chinese book. during assembly, some councillors were totally meowing at the bballers - whether they sang the anthen, and then proceeding to talk about Anna's uniform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, it is not invisible that Anna is awfully untidy is it? meowded. at least i'm neat in the morning. &lt;em&gt;claudine can justify to that statement.&lt;/em&gt; aha. lets all try to be good, like me =) amath lesson was a meow. it just so happens that i hate graphs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; during recess, i recieved yuan's letter, to my delight. i was talking to zhenyi half way and judy started laughing at me. and till now, judy, i have no idea what you were laughing about. after recess, i spent the rest of my day counting off time using kim's stopwatch, which dara seems to feel attached to. there was amath remedial after school. i got all my work right, with guidance of course. to bring justice to the entire human race, i feel that there is a need to award myself with some food. now that i've rested enough, i am gonna start on amath again. too bad he's giving another math test on thursday. i must pass, or i'll hang debbie upside down on the basketball post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is this pink? it bears an uncanny resemblance to shiyun's ____ i saw the other day. you know? the ____ she's always not wearing properly. aha. chill girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gwen wee : thanks for the $0.55 man. it saved me a little bit.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;claudine : correction. Mansfield Park is by Jane Austen, not Charlotte Bronte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;hy : i'm starting to feel attached to them - the ones i used to detest at the starting of the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109152657333446773?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109152657333446773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109152657333446773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/lets-purple-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109144810768562067</id><published>2004-08-02T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:01:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;attempt&lt;/strong&gt; to stay &lt;strong&gt;out&lt;/strong&gt; of trouble has more or less &lt;strong&gt;failed&lt;/strong&gt; - miss lee thought i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loitering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; around when actually i was looking for &lt;strong&gt;tissue&lt;/strong&gt;. i asked for permission, along with clare. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'll try harder then. &lt;strong&gt;lets start anew tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my phone is not with me now, so please do not message or call either numbers. thank you for your very kind attention. it is very much appreciated. so there. meow &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it suddenly dawned on me that you do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; miss what you &lt;strong&gt;said&lt;/strong&gt; you missed. you are probably &lt;strong&gt;happily&lt;/strong&gt; drowned in the mass of attention you are getting now, so much so you have became what you are, who you are, the exact person you are, whom you &lt;strong&gt;were not&lt;/strong&gt;. there is no unfriendliness in what i said, for i am merely stating what i have in mind. yes, i said i'll be there. i said im waiting to see the old you back. but apparently, you wont be coming back. the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; you, that is. i've wanted to be there for you when you need a break from your superficiality, your hypocritical world and circle of friends. but now i really see no need to, is there? for you seem to be enjoying yourself upon the pain that is &lt;strong&gt;brought&lt;/strong&gt; onto many others.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how many things that were so precious to you have slipped past, now that you are &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a you. you used to &lt;strong&gt;assume&lt;/strong&gt; that you are of less importance to others, but i assured you that that's not true, till now, it remains only as your &lt;strong&gt;assumption&lt;/strong&gt;. will you ever wake up, return, and learn to &lt;strong&gt;treasure&lt;/strong&gt;? i certainly feel that you &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; answer that question, because you are too &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; in happiness and elation with your &lt;strong&gt;certain&lt;/strong&gt; circle of artificial friends, your hypocritical world, and your &lt;strong&gt;artificial&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;self&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you amaze me by the way you can &lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt; to me with your eyes wide open. were those all &lt;strong&gt;lies&lt;/strong&gt;? please clearify if they isnt. whatever it is, whether you take in what i said or not, these are my plain, humble opinions about what i think of you &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. as i said, clearify if they arent true. i'll be sorry if i'm wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PS: pardon the bluntness of my usage of words if they seem offensive, although they are used only after much selection and consideration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04.'05__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109144810768562067?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109144810768562067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109144810768562067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/08/you.html' title='you. '/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109128418878803264</id><published>2004-07-31T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T07:34:29.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cabbage soup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had a &lt;em&gt;raw &lt;/em&gt;dinner. my day was quite alright. went to school, studied, and so on. seriously, i miss being on court. i miss playing ball. i miss getting told that i'm doing good, doing the right thing, my rightful stuff. i miss my 'unbreakable' defense. is it all too late? am i being silly, wasting time sitting down here reminiscing, thinking of the perfect past? everything was so perfect. was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm trying to not think about everything. i'm trying to be as happy as i can be, esp when i'm with you. i know that you're stressed and everything, that you are as upset as i am. but must it be like this? i'm sorry i was terribly demanding and unreasonable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;test of IQ&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;: a man running in front of a car gets tired. a man running behind a car gets exhausted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: there was a warrior fighting with his enemy. when his arms got cut off, he didnt give up and continued fighting through biting, until he got defeated.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i kept thinking that this coming monday and tuesday are school holidays and that kept me rather cheerful the whole day, till debbie dampened my mood with the most destructive news ever. boy! how meowdedly wrong i was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debbie: till the one fine day comes. remember to bring the stuff we brought okay. i cant wait for one of the most contented moments of my life to come. till then, chill.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you: umiosysi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;claudine: i'm starting on Mansfield Park by the same author as Jane Eyre now. its rather nice. i watched the show. you should read it, since you delight in silly lovey stories while i favour the wonderful way of writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__&lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______&lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__&lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109128418878803264?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109128418878803264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109128418878803264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/07/cabbage-soup.html' title='cabbage soup.'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109118834504261333</id><published>2004-07-30T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T05:50:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;had an equally bad day as the day before. smiling is out of question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm sorry miss mak. i simply couldnt control my emotions. i was trying to stop my tears from running free. i got rather shocked, because no one but hy told me those before. now i know why. how meowded.&amp;nbsp;sth happened.&amp;nbsp;endless gratitude is flowing in my veins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'accept things graciously, as it is' 'make the best out of situations'&lt;/strong&gt; thats the exact thing i'm trying to&amp;nbsp;do. i know there's no point weeping, for what done is done. but somehow, i'm just pricked. things between me and him are getting no where near okay. there's too much to bear. i've to face him everyday,&amp;nbsp;yet&amp;nbsp;feel all&amp;nbsp;upset inside over this &lt;strong&gt;already strained&lt;/strong&gt; relation.&amp;nbsp;everything's so&amp;nbsp;emotionally draining and energy consuming. lamentation seems to be an everyday affair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for your&amp;nbsp;bitter sacarsm. it &lt;strong&gt;wet&lt;/strong&gt; my day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kwan : thanks&amp;nbsp;for all the support you've been giving and all the nice things you do all the time to cheer me up. i still remember, keep and look at the card all the time and smile at all the memories we shared. i guess i'm okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hy : please dont scream at me the next time you see me. i'll be feeling really shitty. if you really need to, then dont speak to me just yet. may you happily ever after with your fav colour. enjoy staring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my eyes are hurting due to excess crying and my head is in pain. all my efforts have gone down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing really matters much anymore. i'm numb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;____everything was nothing___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;________________&amp;nbsp;but a mere dream__________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;________sheer fantasy________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109118834504261333?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109118834504261333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109118834504261333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/07/had-equally-bad-day-as-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109109490520613361</id><published>2004-07-29T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T05:07:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;rather tiring day. extremely tiring, i'd say. it all started again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;during recess. either jo or agnes were shooting, and i was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one who got into shit, again. why do i always have to be the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one who gets into trouble when&amp;nbsp;the starting point of&amp;nbsp;everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;isnt me? this is the second time isnt it? is&amp;nbsp;that life?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;i suspect kwan possess a highly sophisticated arsenal of physical terrorist tactics, while hy possess the emotional kinds. she's always trying to make me feel guilty, while kwan is always thinking of killing people. how meowded. and now addy thinks she's sexy. she tried to show off her legs to me during english class while&amp;nbsp;miss lee thought i went nuts about jingle bell. totally hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she&amp;nbsp;isnt who i used to know. or is this her real self? i certainly dont know. it probably isnt much of my concern. actually, it really isnt. she can be who she wants to be, what she wants to be.it is likely that i've been or i am being over sensitive, but both kim and&amp;nbsp;i share the same thinking. maybe she's getting arrogant now that she's one of the main players, but isnt that so because there isnt enough players? i could be wrong though. i am aware of my own attitude i give, but i'm trying to change.&amp;nbsp;but her&amp;nbsp;change is immensely noticeable. the difference is probably bigger that an elephant, longer than Red Sea. we all think that she's getting rather attention seeking. this happened before, but its not gonna provoke me this time. because i shallnt bother nor care since the dispensable rudeness is always there. there isnt much meaning in helping is there? because all you get in return is&amp;nbsp;some huge bit of considerably&amp;nbsp;striking and intense attitude problem. being skillful and being of high position doesnt give you the priviledge to be an enormous ball of meowded meow. your change in personality makes us feel unfamiliar and reluctant to speak to you. actually, treating you like before is indeed beyond question. you are such an attention seeker now. and yes, i am very much exasperated and annoyed by you being&amp;nbsp;overly decisive, making independent decisions&amp;nbsp;or bilateral agreements that involves a whole group of people. it is genuinely antagonizing, you olympic class impersonate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;thanks gemm kwan fei pauline yenyen claudine debbie anna for consoling me. and &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; thanks to joanne koh for the hit on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and of course, motherbird &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; rocks. and so does mr sng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109109490520613361?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109109490520613361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109109490520613361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/07/ayouforever.html' title=''/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109102095781053233</id><published>2004-07-28T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T06:22:37.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got into some silly trouble that was totally unnecessary. and now i'm a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;meow man walking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i gotta start mugging really hard so i probably wont be blogging much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pamela was really funny the other day. check this out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: who is taking us for remedial? miss ng huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me : huh? no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pam : oh. mr kai huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;get the joke? it made me laugh for days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yitian : you left me worried sick man. i dont know what happened, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you know i'm behind you all the way. please take care. i was left in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;stupor when i heard that __________. so there . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love our Stc Basketball Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109102095781053233?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109102095781053233'/><link 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school, getting irritated. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when i was further provoked, i became rather rude. happily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this councillor just had to come and blah at me, and i blasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a little. and so on. was in the worst of moods all day, so i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;spoke little. and now it has to start all over again. damn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and here comes blasting. what bloody.hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;anna : stop making your own decisions and taking things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;into your own hands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ____________. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;thats how it feels, when i'm missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109092513857685652?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109092513857685652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109092513857685652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/07/bloodyhell.html' title='bloody.hell'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109074522480531436</id><published>2004-07-25T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T02:10:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heading for tomorrow. </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fri : racial harmony night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;being tall doesnt give you the priviledge to be inconsiderate. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;we were watching the show on the netball court, and there was this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;whole group of track girls being really inconsiderate. we probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;told them ten thousand times nicely to move and&amp;nbsp;not crowd there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;but maybe tall people have long legs and are a little slow because the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;message have to transfer from their toes to their brains? correction. because neither sharon nor lam is that slow, to &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; extent. or&amp;nbsp;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;those group of plain ignorant and god-knows-what trackers who simply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;had to block the whole world just being irritating? was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;that a form of attention seeking? if it is, then its really disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;seriously,&amp;nbsp;were they doing that on purpose? or were they really so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;absent minded and kept forgetting to move even after we told them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;ten over thousand times? oh man. how pathetically sad. to think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;anyone can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;forgetful than debbie. in that case, you all have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;my blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;so, to hell with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fei zhen and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;maria were there too, but fei was the only one who was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;nice enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;to tell them to stop being irritants, apparently, to no avail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;maria was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;just too lazy to get up, as usual. meowded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;hy and geraldine wore indian costumes. motherbird seem&amp;nbsp;to be&amp;nbsp;trying to disguise herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;into someone, or rather, something more sight-loving. but still, we could recognise you. therefore, i can conclude that you wore the wrong thing. if you wore all black, your disguise would have succeeded. &lt;em&gt;you know why&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;the walk was sickening. i had to walk 10km without knowing why i had to walk that far. at least i got to pass some food stalls on the way. &lt;em&gt;oh how consoling.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;night&amp;nbsp;celebrations were fun, but lin and&amp;nbsp;zhenyi were crying. and i got real upset too.&amp;nbsp;the details are too traumatising. so lets spare it. got home and fell asleep right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Debbie: your wallet's with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;lin and zhenyi : chill people. to hell with that piece of crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;today : saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i've been blasted with the most thought-provoking news. accounts test tomorrow. what the meow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109074522480531436?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' 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'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-109031709143590829</id><published>2004-07-20T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T03:26:00.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today was a sickening day. and i really mean sickening. feel kinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;guilty man. was supposed to go home with debbie and joanne but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in the end when i was doing something, chess came and joanne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;happily left with her, along with debbie. anna was there too. then me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anna and kim took the same bus. but suddenly dont know where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anna disappeared to. meowded. i thought&amp;nbsp;jo was&amp;nbsp;supposed to train?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm getting irritated with myself and my temper. maybe i really am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kinda temperamental. its just that, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;skies are dark and its time for rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;and thats probably why the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grass is green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; i just remembered one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fel's crap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;check this out&lt;/span&gt; : if you wanna know,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i dont wanna tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;okay. back to the topic. i cant remember what i wanna say anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm just a little sick of myself. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and yes addy, i've got &lt;strong&gt;macrophobia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on debbie's blog. the blog song is driving me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;In the shadows&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;its somewhere i belong. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm getting&lt;/span&gt; numb, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; everybody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;fool. say it isnt so. say you change your mind now. that i am only dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; truely madly deeply &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;believe that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm going&lt;/span&gt; to the mood and back, yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;once more. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know this is rubbish. but &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;opps i did it again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i totally have a whole pile of work waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hy says addy has a sissy voice. and she has no choice even though she&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hates to call her or dial her number but it is inevitable because her number&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is the first in her phonebook. therefore she detest her name so she'll change&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; it to sissy ass. and that she is influenced by gay tchers so she should avoid them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;chill&amp;nbsp;addy. i&amp;nbsp;was told to do it&amp;nbsp;on strict orders&amp;nbsp;by The One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;shut up.&lt;/span&gt; just tell me &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;where is the love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;cause i wanna feel the thunder, i wanna scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love our STC Basketball Team. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6127767-109031709143590829?l=star-and-moon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109031709143590829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6127767/posts/default/109031709143590829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://star-and-moon.blogspot.com/2004/07/meow.html' title='meow.'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-10901428677980325</id><published>2004-07-18T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T02:34:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moo moo. </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;happy birthday Qian Ru and Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;guess what i heard. there's this IJTP girl tagged deb's blog and talked a whole lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;of shit, and they went to school telling the IJTP people that they lost to SC 20+ to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;30+. what total crap shit. i was wondering how come IJTP's C div and B div's standard&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;is so totally different. but now i discovered that their attitude suck too. c'mon man.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you lost, means you lost. why bother to be a sour grape and be irritating. you'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;get germs in your teeth and it'll turn &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; man. stop being a sore loser. you sore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yupp. that was the message for that&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;moo moo siao&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;who tagged debbie's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway. the new blogger thing is a little dumb. i'm like typing big big words which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will turn out small. what the meow. i've got nothing to update about. my life's like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;water surface without ripples, because the rain havent come and the wind isnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has anyone seen the muffin man?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;well, if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have, then please &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the rain fall down and wake my dreams,&amp;nbsp;when i say nothing at all.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;because&amp;nbsp;the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; three blind mice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too serious too soon&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;lets&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;swear it again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, before it gets &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too fast too furious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, please &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fly by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cuz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it matters to me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;i'll go&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to the moon and back. i promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;for its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there you'll be&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you jump, i jump&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. so lets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bibbidi bobbidi boo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or it'll happen to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; anyone of us, everytime, when i'm missing you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my two front teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; therefore, stop telling me to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; smile with a tear in my eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it doesnt makes sense. its called sudden inspiration. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sth out of da ordinary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( check our chatlog, hy )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;claudine&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love our STC Basketball Team. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lets gay a little while. purple stinks&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;theUs.stcbasketball03'always.__ &lt;br /&gt;____theThem.stcbasketball'04_______ &lt;br /&gt;______theWe.stcbasketball'03.'04__ &lt;br /&gt;____theMe&amp;amp;YouForever._______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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'/><author><name>tOnG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17391532902544562524</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127767.post-108998625533060975</id><published>2004-07-16T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T06:57:35.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shiyun was facing an issue this afternoon. could see that she really was ultra upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;c'mon people. lets all be nice. She's always part of us, and she always will be. just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;like everyone of us right? remember the times we spent together as first 14? be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;esp anna. and i think you all shouldnt just apologise. put your words into actions uh huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;chill man shiyun. you take lotsa care. no one hates you. i'm serious, you big teddy bear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;got into some sort of trouble today. man i'm in shit. anyway, had exhibition today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;was quite alright. cabbed home with dara &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;claydine&lt;/span&gt; and bernice after that at 8+.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;it fits the way i'm going anyway. cuz claydine lives near me. very near in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;oral tomorrow. meowded//&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br 
