<?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-1419295906349356301</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:06:37.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underneath the smile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4657004606398154743</id><published>2009-03-23T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:17:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, we had to move to the j3-04 cuz terence fractured his ankle. (Miss having you next door V :B ) Didnt really have the feeling that it was our class(okay cuz in actual fact it wasnt) until darren brought all the rubbish(eg: broken chairs and staircase-window-handles from our old class down) hahaha. It's only been a day and our class already looks damn dirty. Sheeeesh. Poor 2twhatever! Anyhows, it was quite funny. Cuz we saw terence's crutches lying against the wall, with terence nowhere in sight. HAHAHA. Im beginning to wonder if this was all a ruse.... Maybe not. Poor guy. Recover sooooon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we celebrated tessa's belated birthday at her place yesterday. Took 3 polaroid pics. Credits to jo of course. Ahhhh. Idk why but i get sucha kick outta watching the picture pop out of the polaroid. It kinda gives me an adrenaline rush. hahaha Okay, I know, Im weird. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLCRKAyTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SGZPrD25cVQ/s1600-h/tessa%27s+bday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370756215556402" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLCRKAyTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SGZPrD25cVQ/s320/tessa%27s+bday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLCWLkJiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wM5ZMEdEnqE/s1600-h/tessa+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370757564245538" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLCWLkJiI/AAAAAAAAAwA/wM5ZMEdEnqE/s320/tessa+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLB5xKeuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/SlY-zYbD_ko/s1600-h/tessa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316370749937318626" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLB5xKeuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/SlY-zYbD_ko/s320/tessa+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4657004606398154743?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4657004606398154743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4657004606398154743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4657004606398154743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4657004606398154743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-we-had-to-move-to-j3-04-cuz-terence.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SceLCRKAyTI/AAAAAAAAAwI/SGZPrD25cVQ/s72-c/tessa%27s+bday+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6991801531266380336</id><published>2009-03-22T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:54:34.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT WANNA RETURN TO SCHOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA GET BACK MY CT RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so depressing. I wish we had a longer holiday :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, anyone selling (cheap) polaroid film? ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6991801531266380336?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6991801531266380336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6991801531266380336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6991801531266380336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6991801531266380336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-wanna-return-to-schoool.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2572001892872401180</id><published>2009-02-28T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:26:39.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, i know im saying this for the millionth time. But i really &lt;s&gt;need&lt;/s&gt; a break. What with all the assignments, tests, trainings and competitions breathing down my neck. Im so tired....... Well, at least i know im not in this alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't wait for the end of april. End of nationals!!! And im getting my new phoneee :] I hate motorola ttm. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what, CTs are in a week and i havent started studying yet. Sighhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh rockafella kinda rocked last night. The only &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR turnoff&lt;/strong&gt; was the bitch sitting behind me. I shall refrain from using the F word since its lent but seriously, i wanted to slap her face. She was soooo annoying; &lt;s&gt;used&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;screeched&lt;/em&gt; the words "hot sia" only about a hundred times. Whoaaaa. &lt;strong&gt;Annoying ttm. &lt;/strong&gt;Not forgetting the fact that she was practically humping my chair and totally oblivious to the hostile vibes from all around her. Well yeah, she's totally the &lt;em&gt;perfect &lt;/em&gt;person you'd want to be around during a rock concert. -.- Geee. Never met someone like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... It was way above my expectations. The bands were not bad at all! And the finishing song... Ahhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make it feel good when I hurt so bad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barely gettin' mad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad I found you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2572001892872401180?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2572001892872401180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2572001892872401180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2572001892872401180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2572001892872401180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhh-i-know-im-saying-this-for.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9169418372253811182</id><published>2009-02-22T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:56:23.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just letting you off since you &lt;s&gt;merely&lt;/s&gt; agreed to share your notes with me tmr morning. Im so nice. You owe me one TZ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to !&amp;amp;%$^# From now on, no more nice talk. I am so fucking sick and tired of giving in to you time and again. I tried. To fix things. But it never works out. I hate where we stand now. And having to put up with all the hypocrisy. Screw it all. &lt;em&gt;Screw you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-9169418372253811182?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9169418372253811182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=9169418372253811182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9169418372253811182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9169418372253811182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/credits-to-tltz-terence-says-hahaha-tht.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-738891516831477775</id><published>2009-02-22T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:45:45.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;F-EAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SaDJpY2AwAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Z1ncEo4HRyA/s1600-h/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305462073923256322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SaDJpY2AwAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Z1ncEo4HRyA/s320/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curious case of benjamin button is simply amazing. Oh the &lt;em&gt;unconditional&lt;/em&gt; love. Hands down the best movie i've ever watched. Im glad i watched it with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Missing the homeclub flea for this, Totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who's to say that we have to lose our loved ones before we realise how important they are? What if we already know they're important? Does that mean we wont have to lose them? The thought of losing your loved ones is plain frightening. Call me naive but I just wish everyone would die at the same time, that way, no one would have to mourn for the loss of their loved ones anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-738891516831477775?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/738891516831477775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=738891516831477775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/738891516831477775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/738891516831477775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-ear-curious-case-of-benjamin-button.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SaDJpY2AwAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Z1ncEo4HRyA/s72-c/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6066954623529279939</id><published>2009-02-16T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:33:13.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;TRIPLEwhammy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I lost my blue toshiba thumbdrive with tonnes of stuff inside ))))):&lt;br /&gt;#2. I lost my precious &lt;em&gt;rainbow &lt;/em&gt;bookmark that means &lt;strong&gt;aloooot&lt;/strong&gt; to me ))))):&lt;br /&gt;#3. I have a toothache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6066954623529279939?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6066954623529279939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6066954623529279939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6066954623529279939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6066954623529279939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/triplewhammy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5015908252130208251</id><published>2009-02-15T18:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:03:09.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Day To Remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAa3Vh0RI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NxanTilZj8c/s1600-h/CIMG3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989022759604498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAa3Vh0RI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NxanTilZj8c/s320/CIMG3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An english rose restaurant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAbewMKuI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GebqY13diIk/s1600-h/CIMG3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989033340414690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAbewMKuI/AAAAAAAAAvY/GebqY13diIk/s320/CIMG3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgDRKjiacI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7EqyarScHrI/s1600-h/CIMG3816.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAa8TSecI/AAAAAAAAAu4/EoE4hjGw2U8/s1600-h/CIMG3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989024092387778" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAa8TSecI/AAAAAAAAAu4/EoE4hjGw2U8/s320/CIMG3826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAbJHSvzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jk6TnHhykxo/s1600-h/CIMG3825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302989027531734834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAbJHSvzI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jk6TnHhykxo/s320/CIMG3825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lovely valentine (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You offered me the best valentine's i could ever ask for. Thank you so much baby. I hardly deserve it. I love you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5015908252130208251?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5015908252130208251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5015908252130208251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5015908252130208251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5015908252130208251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SZgAa3Vh0RI/AAAAAAAAAvA/NxanTilZj8c/s72-c/CIMG3809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6797490947172664782</id><published>2009-02-08T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:59:34.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i've decided that there's no point trying to hide things when it's no longer a secret. So, here goes nothing :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Joseph's eighteenth today at botanical (: Kinda like a double date. Hahaha. Vince and i were like 2 hours late :O But it was still fun despite only spending like half an hour or so with them, cuz joseph had to leave for some family dinner. Spoilerrr. After they left, we hung around at botanical till we could see stars ((((: Then, thai express for dinner. Phak thai ftw :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8EZunoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PtaU-hwI8t8/s1600-h/CIMG3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090181040119426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8EZunoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PtaU-hwI8t8/s320/CIMG3756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont they look cute together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8YnA7dI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MNZ_2IRoQaQ/s1600-h/CIMG3759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090186464554450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8YnA7dI/AAAAAAAAAuY/MNZ_2IRoQaQ/s320/CIMG3759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both act shy only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8eio2_I/AAAAAAAAAug/KSLouQixcgo/s1600-h/CIMG3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090188056812530" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8eio2_I/AAAAAAAAAug/KSLouQixcgo/s320/CIMG3768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fails to make my day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z80bQONI/AAAAAAAAAuw/X_gCrV__pOw/s1600-h/CIMG3771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090193931417810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z80bQONI/AAAAAAAAAuw/X_gCrV__pOw/s320/CIMG3771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hokay that's about it. Happy birthday joseph! You're finally legal! Hope you enjoyed today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zouk flea tmr! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6797490947172664782?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6797490947172664782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6797490947172664782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6797490947172664782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6797490947172664782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-ive-decided-that-theres-no-point.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SY2z8EZunoI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PtaU-hwI8t8/s72-c/CIMG3756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7662285420060870322</id><published>2009-02-04T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:19:14.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the feeling when i know i can help to make things better but am reluctant to do so cuz i know if i do, it'l throw everything off balance. So i just end up not doing it. Gahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks to know so much. I was planning to change myself for you. But, now i dont even know if its worth it changing myself for you. And i hate the feeling of not being able to be myself, always havin to consider the consequences of my actions instead of just being happy go lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, why is everything so sucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7662285420060870322?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7662285420060870322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7662285420060870322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7662285420060870322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7662285420060870322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-feeling-when-i-know-i-can-help.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3321389461910008803</id><published>2009-02-01T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:09:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday spent with my favourite girlfriends :] First, vivo with fer. Talked about almost anything under the sun. Okay maybe not exactly since it kinda revolved around the same topic. But, cathartic nonetheless. It's so nice to feel that im not alone (or that im some crazy oversensitive girl). I love you fer! (: We should totally do this more often. And thanks for your ohsouseful advice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Tessa's after vivo. We were supposed to study but we ended up spending damn long on the fb and youtube. And catching up. AND getting distracted by laura (: Oh gawd, i swear she's the cutest toddler. The things she say are ohsoamusing. eg: "Can you tell me your name Isabelle jiejie?" HAHA. She never fails to brighten my day ((: If only my sister was half as cute as her :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me! I fucking got pranked by my family when i got home. I was rummaging through my bag for my phone after bathing. And it wasnt there!!! I panicked cos i vaguely remembered not taking it out when i got home. So i quickly dialled my number and it was fucking switched off! %$#@#@ KNN. Scared the shit outta me please! I thought i lost my phone &lt;strong&gt;again! &lt;/strong&gt;Turns out my sister&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; hid&lt;/span&gt; it -.- Cuz my mom wanted to teach me a lesson on how i should keep my valuables properly. But they were such lousy actors i swear. And the whole thing was so lame -.- Caused me so much unduly stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3321389461910008803?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3321389461910008803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3321389461910008803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3321389461910008803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3321389461910008803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-spent-with-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6434654989283258770</id><published>2009-01-31T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:47:26.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygodimsuchanidiot. &lt;strong&gt;I am so sorry!):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Draft it first &lt;s&gt;next time&lt;/s&gt;(!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with joy to print her photos today. And there was this annoying couple who hogged the machine for so fucking long. They printed like a gazillion photos even though they knew we were waiting behind. How considerate. Gahhh. We waited for like twenty minutes for them. And they weren't even halfway done i reckon. Lucky joy decided to ask them to let us go first since we only had four to print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i realised that i have to get my priorities fixed. My life's kinda messed. Too many hasty decisions, Oh yeah, i had a sudden revelation today. I dont exactly know how to explain it but  reckon it has helped me put many things into perspective. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6434654989283258770?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6434654989283258770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6434654989283258770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6434654989283258770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6434654989283258770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohmygodimsuchanidiot.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5065890948917120791</id><published>2009-01-26T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:34:37.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Somewhere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Someday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the army. They're taking my brother away from me tomorrow cuz he's needed at camp -.- wth. Now visiting will be even more of a bore, plus i have to deal with my sis &lt;strong&gt;aloneee&lt;/strong&gt;. Geeee, tomorrow is gonna be so much fun :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually tomorrow Night will be. Shufeng's, Poker :D Cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss you already ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5065890948917120791?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5065890948917120791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5065890948917120791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5065890948917120791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5065890948917120791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-someday-somehow-i-hate-army.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1830436288108608797</id><published>2009-01-22T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:35:55.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, i have to srsly get rid of my lazybones asap. Common tests coming ; nationals coming! I needa wake up call :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine rounds for morning run and another 7 during Pe. I swear i hate Mass Pe. Totally miss secondary school Peeeee ): Anyway, schoooool was such a drag today... Until 2pm :D heheheh. I shant elaborate. Anyhows, shopping after that with tessa and germ :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i am so not stepping into bugis village anymore. No doubt they have really cheap deals over there, but the quality and all are like shit. Srsly. Okay i wouldnt even call them deals. Plus having to squeeze with the crowd there, totally not worth it. We walked outta there feeling disgusted and empty handed. Or rather, I did. There was this fucking shop assistant who was being an ultimate bitch. I swear her attitude totally spoilt my already bad reputation of bugis. Shall not talk about it anymore, spoil my mood only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, i hate poor service. Turn off ttm. But then again, what more did i expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy like three items today, but after much deliberation, decided not to. And im proud to announce that i didnt succumb to &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of my &lt;em&gt;halfhearted &lt;/em&gt;wants. No more impulsive buys :D i guess the book my mom made me read about rationality really helped change my perspectives of things. Yay. I feel so sensible :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, today's shopping was fulfilling albeit unfruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, Cny's approaching. Better have room for those extra calories :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1830436288108608797?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1830436288108608797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1830436288108608797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1830436288108608797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1830436288108608797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-man-i-have-to-srsly-get-rid-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1518774951768074926</id><published>2009-01-18T17:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:39:44.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Destroy the anchors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SXL4UB7lR2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/aaSHbet34Cc/s1600-h/_by_whereismypen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292565535113168738" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SXL4UB7lR2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/aaSHbet34Cc/s320/_by_whereismypen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No regrets baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's a bore. Training's a drag. Lucky for me, there's you (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1518774951768074926?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1518774951768074926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1518774951768074926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1518774951768074926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1518774951768074926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/destroy-anchors.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SXL4UB7lR2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/aaSHbet34Cc/s72-c/_by_whereismypen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8853397657310934658</id><published>2009-01-16T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:43:33.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so done with waiting.&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:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel so utterly pathetic right now. &lt;s&gt;Maybe this was a mistake right from the start.&lt;/s&gt; We saw the signs, we ignored them.&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;It's cruel how harsh the judgements people can make whilst comparing. Comparison only makes people yearn more for what they dont have. I dont wanna compare. But why are you giving me every reason to do so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything was falling apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my days spent by the telephone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That never rang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I needed was a call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8853397657310934658?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8853397657310934658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8853397657310934658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8853397657310934658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8853397657310934658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-done-with-waiting-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-747259078866389175</id><published>2009-01-13T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:03:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is this normal behaviour? How frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-747259078866389175?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/747259078866389175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=747259078866389175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/747259078866389175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/747259078866389175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-normal-behaviour-how.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7202954048843202337</id><published>2009-01-10T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:46:17.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peeeeekture Peeeeerfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sentosa with my favouritest person today :D and it was ohsoawesome. A day to remember indeed. Love you much coconut :] Just so you know, I dont think i can ever get enough of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWjQTsB2xrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m2o_h18lG7E/s1600-h/CIMG3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289706799001683634" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWjQTsB2xrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m2o_h18lG7E/s320/CIMG3699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this random couple in fronta us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so disappointing today. Totally wanted to get rid of my ugly tan line today. Was totally armed with sunblock and shades but, &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. The sun had to take a holiday. (Oh but the sunblock was only used to cover up the already tanned areas) Dang. I guess it just has to wait till the next time :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Oh nooo. Im so gonna appear in bangla times :O They ought to pay for it. Damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7202954048843202337?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7202954048843202337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7202954048843202337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7202954048843202337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7202954048843202337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/peeeeekture-peeeeerfect-went-to-sentosa.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWjQTsB2xrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m2o_h18lG7E/s72-c/CIMG3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5256922535269316396</id><published>2009-01-09T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:41:11.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Uh-ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rashes rashes go away. Dont come back another day! Please please please. I dont wanna have to cancel tomorrow's trip to sentosaaaa. Pretty much my last getaway before the start of school :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and V introduced this awesome band named &lt;strong&gt;stars&lt;/strong&gt; to me today. And my... I love their songs! (And its not entirely because they have sucha perfect bandname) ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5256922535269316396?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5256922535269316396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5256922535269316396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5256922535269316396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5256922535269316396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh-ohhh-rashes-rashes-go-away.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4212068221623034978</id><published>2009-01-07T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:44:10.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Young and reckless&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh boy. But if given a chance to relive today, I would do it all over again :B 5 km, anyone? Okay maybe not just anyone ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go for adidas sundown marathon (for no particular reason.... except ____ ;] ) But my mom refuses to let me. Dang. She keeps thinking i'll die or something. She didnt even allow me for the Standard Chartered one which was only ten k. Let alone a 42km one. Ayeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWS-xBmkgrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oivqS5HRl9g/s1600-h/CIMG3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288561611892884146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWS-xBmkgrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oivqS5HRl9g/s320/CIMG3642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's birthday surprise wasnt much of a surprise. Tessa was calling audrey's dad to inform him that we were downstairs. But coincidentally he was taking a bath. And Audrey happened to be beside his phone while he was doing so. And she wondered why on earth tessa was contacting her dad. Hahaha. Coincidence much. Nonethelesss, she was happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh facebook decided to stop being a bitch (: I just accepted everyone who added me. Yeah i know right, finally. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4212068221623034978?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4212068221623034978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4212068221623034978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4212068221623034978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4212068221623034978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/young-and-reckless.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWS-xBmkgrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oivqS5HRl9g/s72-c/CIMG3642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-348907232634046083</id><published>2009-01-06T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:58:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Locked posts. Thats something to consider. Maybe i should get Lj. &lt;em&gt;Hey dont get it wrong. It's not because &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; found my blog!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things i wanna blog about; so many pictures i wanna upload. But the thought of revealing so much is pretty damn frightening. Keeping a low profile sounds better i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's technically audrey's birthday today since it's past 12 already. So happy birthday my dear friend!!!! :D And it was then that it dawned upon me that &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; was gonna turn &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;eighteen &lt;/span&gt;this year too. That is so damn old. Im just so put off by the idea of &lt;em&gt;aging&lt;/em&gt; so quickly. So much so that im even willing to forfeit all the legal benefits of turning eighteen has. Srsly. I hate it when time passes so quickly(except during work of course!). Makes me feel... so old. This is gonna sound so immature and bratty but I dont like to feel old. Really. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way overdue pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWI5pkIzVLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/DlsjJHGVk_M/s1600-h/CIMG3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852298724398258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWI5pkIzVLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/DlsjJHGVk_M/s320/CIMG3600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends! Let's go blading/cycling again soonnn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWI5qFZ3pYI/AAAAAAAAAto/_rYhpMWAobg/s1600-h/CIMG3617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852307654354306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWI5qFZ3pYI/AAAAAAAAAto/_rYhpMWAobg/s320/CIMG3617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Almost&lt;/s&gt; as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention! Yesterday, as in sunday, was my last day at work! YEAHHHH BOY. &lt;strong&gt;No more&lt;/strong&gt; having to pick up the extremely disgusting leftovers of customers, wearing the fashion disaster of a uniform(which reminds me i must take a picture of it before returning them! Yeah i know right, how can they recycle uniforms. Ah whatever, not my problem), being forced to participate in awkward conversations with old cheekopeks, having to clear plates/cups that weigh a ton, standing for hours and hours and having my legs hurt like fuck after that, being tempted by the awfully mouthwatering food and not being able to eat them (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw the above mentioned are what i will NOT miss. What i will miss is of course, Anne!, the new friendships forged esp saujan!!! andddd... Anne knows what ;D hehehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-348907232634046083?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/348907232634046083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=348907232634046083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/348907232634046083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/348907232634046083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/locked-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SWI5pkIzVLI/AAAAAAAAAtg/DlsjJHGVk_M/s72-c/CIMG3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5282719890703571642</id><published>2009-01-03T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:37:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV8VtYZ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/DIiNZ5z_vmE/s1600-h/ponyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286968356945338226" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV8VtYZ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/DIiNZ5z_vmE/s320/ponyo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have got to watch &lt;strong&gt;Ponyo on the Cliff by the Sea!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mmon! Cast away all the stereotypes you have against jap anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is so fucking awesome. Kawaii TTM. ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt matter if you have to catch the movie in a cinema filled with boisterous little kids. The movie is every bit worth your penny. Trust me. As cutter puts it, it's "love as never seen before" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should srsly pay me for advertising so much. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5282719890703571642?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5282719890703571642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5282719890703571642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5282719890703571642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5282719890703571642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-have-got-to-watch-ponyo-on-cliff-by.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV8VtYZ1H3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/DIiNZ5z_vmE/s72-c/ponyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1456627403190044396</id><published>2009-01-02T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:23:15.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to &lt;strong&gt;fix you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV2U5OdsMGI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0L_oLbay7Zo/s1600-h/000bc83e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286545248458911842" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV2U5OdsMGI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0L_oLbay7Zo/s320/000bc83e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a post to mark the start of 2009. Ah wells. Was supposed to stay at home today to start my holday homework.... But, i guess ponyo just sounds too tempting to resist. :D I've missed so many of the movies i wanted to watch last year already. Better not risk this one. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no, school starts in TEN days. Geeeee. That's rrrrreally soon. I'd better get crackin soon. Gotta prove my worth in the first sem of 2009. I guess i owe it to you J. Bleh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so not looking forward to the start of school. In deeper shit than last year with the school before school has even reopened. Kudos to me :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Your life is so drama" Tell me about it. Grah. Idk bout you, but im gonna start the new year with a bang. (As far as i can help it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHAT A MOCKERY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy new year's everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1456627403190044396?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1456627403190044396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1456627403190044396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1456627403190044396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1456627403190044396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SV2U5OdsMGI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/0L_oLbay7Zo/s72-c/000bc83e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1224794195582295072</id><published>2008-12-25T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:55:35.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last christmas i gave you my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But the very next day you gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This year, to save me from tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'll give it to someone&lt;strong&gt; special&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making this christmas such a lovely one ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1224794195582295072?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1224794195582295072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1224794195582295072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1224794195582295072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1224794195582295072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-christmas-i-gave-you-my-heart-but.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3813541701413829810</id><published>2008-12-18T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:42:25.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh. I feel so blessed. Thank you God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (inserts megawatt smile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3813541701413829810?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3813541701413829810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3813541701413829810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3813541701413829810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3813541701413829810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/were-wasted-were-all-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5837749128860653997</id><published>2008-12-17T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:53:25.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this one-word question is the most difficult one can ever ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5837749128860653997?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5837749128860653997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5837749128860653997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5837749128860653997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5837749128860653997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-reckon-this-one-word-question-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8134186901390553586</id><published>2008-12-16T22:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:56:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SUfBCR55NLI/AAAAAAAAArE/mKv92hjM6U0/s1600-h/CIMG3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280401333025322162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SUfBCR55NLI/AAAAAAAAArE/mKv92hjM6U0/s320/CIMG3464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old school&lt;/strong&gt; bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with erica was awesome today. Missed you so much partner! Lets meet up again sooon alright?? :D Love youuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met gabriel after that. Another good catching up session. Whooopeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i did THREE FUCKING HUNDRED JUMPING JACKS TODAY. My calf muscles feel like they're gonna degenerate any time. Gahhh. Need.a.massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;Candycanes ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It still feels wrong, it feels so right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But baby where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh... I hate not being in control of my feelings. Yeknow how sometimes commit mistakes even when you know you're about to commit a mistake cos you cant help it..? As easy an excuse of "i cant help it" might sound, its hard to decipher unless you're really in that person's shoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8134186901390553586?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8134186901390553586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8134186901390553586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8134186901390553586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8134186901390553586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-school-bus-catching-up-with-erica.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SUfBCR55NLI/AAAAAAAAArE/mKv92hjM6U0/s72-c/CIMG3464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4017216847241362830</id><published>2008-12-14T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:53:10.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught twilight midnight sneaks last night. Imma impatient girl. Cant imagine waiting till the 18th when i can catch the sneaks Now. Never really saw the difference between sneaks and the actual movie anyway. I must say the movie did fall short of my expectations considering how much they &lt;em&gt;didnt &lt;/em&gt;show as compared to the book. But the parts that they &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;show were absolutely, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson (Edward cullen) is a &lt;strong&gt;major &lt;/strong&gt;heartthrobbbb. Oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;And Bella's gorgeous as well. She looked so much prettier on screen as compared to those posters. They look so compatible together ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and work the past two days have been rather fun. Working at Mangrove totally pawns indochine man. At least the people there are friendly and nice :D At least it's a good first impression they gave. But i guess i shouldnt trust people so easily. And yesterday was sosooo slack cos anne was around. Totally just stood at the counter catching up with her the whole time. I cant wait to work with her again!!!! (: I love that girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I really hate going through that guilt trip. So please, spare me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They say that maturing is just the process of growing up. But what if I don't want to grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4017216847241362830?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4017216847241362830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4017216847241362830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4017216847241362830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4017216847241362830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/caught-twilight-midnight-sneaks-last.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-474290047588047697</id><published>2008-12-11T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:41:00.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice one. I dropped a&lt;strong&gt; fivekg&lt;/strong&gt; weight on my foot today. Fucking painful. I swear there's internal bleeding. Every step that i take actually hurts. Grah. I've suddenly become extremely accident prone the past few days. I have like two blisters on my hand and two on my leg. Three outta the four have already burst. I think im starting t get immune to the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note: There's love actually showing on sunday night at 11pm! Go catch it if you havent. All time fav show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was all sorts of fun :D Outing with Bestf again. We have matching rings now Hahahaha( Call us corny, but whatever :] I think its damn cute) Anyways, walked around town accompanying tess to buy her christmas presents (Shit i havent started my christmas shopping (!!!)) Ohhh and we caught wild child today. We got the last two seats. Front seats, but doesnt matter luh. The show was not bad at all :] Then met gab and mark at heeren. Caught up abit with marky. Outing soon yeah! When joy comes back and all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, im gonna start work tmr at some restaurant in keppel club. Anne's mom's restaurant. And she wont be able to make it tomorrow for my first day at work! Gahhh. Sucks balls. Im pretty nervous. At least i have a brilliant work scheldue. Friday sat sunday, 5 to 11 pm. How cool is that (Ignoring that i'd have to give friday night outs a miss :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current song playing: Fall for you (Secondhand serenade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missyoumissyoumissyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-474290047588047697?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/474290047588047697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=474290047588047697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/474290047588047697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/474290047588047697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/nice-one.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5585379766038291365</id><published>2008-12-10T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:24:52.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finders keepers Losers weepers.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(bleh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever woken up and suddenly be hit with a gut feeling that the day was gonna be an extremely unlucky day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have. Lesson learnt: To take extra precautions whenever i have that awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh. I cant believe&lt;strong&gt; i lost my phone&lt;/strong&gt;! I feel like cursing the person who took it. Fuck, not only did she(I believe its a she cos i think i lost it in cotton on) take away my phone, but also the lovely &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i have in my phone. C'mmon, i wouldnt mind if she just returned me my sim card!! But dang it. No one would be so dumb. Nonetheless, I hope the person is doing fine and not getting anything illegal with the money she's getting for my phone. But i also really really hope that she feels so guilty... So so guilty. And she better not take anyone's phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhh... I guess i have only myself to blame. &lt;em&gt;Too careless.&lt;/em&gt; And i recently discovered the vitality of every decision one makes, no matter who trivial and minor it might seem. Every single decision is integral. That is why i hate making decisions. Okay not exactly the decision making process, but the whole post-decisionbeingmade feeling. I dread having to regret. I honestly do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess i should apologise for not being able to respond to all of you who texted/called. But somehow, i kinda like the feeling of not being able to be reached. HAHAH. &lt;em&gt;Irresponsibility.&lt;/em&gt; Whatever. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the feeling of not being able to contact whoever you want to contact.. Not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;miss my old phone! No phone can ever replace it. I was thinking of buying that model again, but i doubt its in stock. Oh my k800i....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks sf for cheering me up today! I had fun :DDD Owe you one :]&lt;br /&gt;** Thanks for being there for me yesterday tessa! Love you bf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; What if you could pick the person you fell in love with? Would you still pick the one you're currently in love with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh i just realised my past few posts have been pictureless. So time to upload those pics from Mawai :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_BAUGYxgI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7Nbq9oDFYAs/s1600-h/of%3D50,480,3605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149499441169922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_BAUGYxgI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7Nbq9oDFYAs/s320/of%3D50,480,3605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_BAHyuhYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/iprkXuqY-QM/s1600-h/of%3D50,480,360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149496137483650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_BAHyuhYI/AAAAAAAAAq0/iprkXuqY-QM/s320/of%3D50,480,360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_A_-0dQwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CEbhS23R5ow/s1600-h/of%3D50,360,4804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278149493728822018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_A_-0dQwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/CEbhS23R5ow/s320/of%3D50,360,4804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! My doorbell just rang! I think my replacement sim card just arrived. Yeahhhhhh boyyyyy! :D:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5585379766038291365?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5585379766038291365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5585379766038291365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5585379766038291365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5585379766038291365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/finders-keepers-losers-weepers.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/ST_BAUGYxgI/AAAAAAAAAq8/7Nbq9oDFYAs/s72-c/of%3D50,480,3605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5305323934282919224</id><published>2008-12-07T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:15:11.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;When you do that thing you do you got me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;When you say that thing you say I’m on the edge of my seat&lt;br /&gt;Oh when you shake my hand then you say how do you do&lt;br /&gt;I say I’m fine but in my mind I’m screaming “I Love You!”&lt;br /&gt;Oh won’t you know cos’ I won’t show it, I’m far to shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5305323934282919224?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5305323934282919224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5305323934282919224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5305323934282919224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5305323934282919224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-do-that-thing-you-do-you-got.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3274658344239334469</id><published>2008-12-05T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:01:57.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhhh, &lt;strong&gt;civilisation&lt;/strong&gt;. I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mawai mawai mawai. The place w/o electricity, proper sanitation, proper food. proper beds, normal smelling water. It's a wonder how i still managed t have so much &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mawai has made me more macho. (muahahahha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was supposed to go down for trg today. (Can you believe it, i actually miss rowing :B) HAHA. But i was so &lt;em&gt;thoroughly exhausted&lt;/em&gt;. Twelve hours of sleep aint sufficient to make up for the lack of sleep the past two days. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh stef taba, please send me the peektures! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3274658344239334469?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3274658344239334469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3274658344239334469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3274658344239334469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3274658344239334469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhhhhhhh-civilisation.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4033923897982475857</id><published>2008-11-29T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:41:35.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a learning experience ocip have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much i wanna blog about but i guess i just need sometime to sort out my thinking first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the fun, happy, sad, angry times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could really miss Batam alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Mawai on monday. Everything is happening so quickly. I dont think i can adapt to the changes. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4033923897982475857?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4033923897982475857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4033923897982475857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4033923897982475857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4033923897982475857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-learning-experience-ocip-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3760797052992067070</id><published>2008-11-23T10:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:05:44.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love Lockdown :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; 21st of november&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;could &lt;/strong&gt;be the best day of my life. And i'd give anything to return to that day. Or rather, that moment specifically. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone surprised me at my doorstep that night. It was extremely unexpected but &lt;em&gt;awfully sweet&lt;/em&gt; too. Thank you my stranger (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with joy yesterday felt like one that i would have with a long lost good friend. All sorts of catching up and enlightenment. It really helps to have someone else's opinion. Thanks babe :] Anyway i am so not looking forward to OCIP. PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hate, i really really dont like you. Stop being a party poooper! Whats wrong with having a little fun once in awhile?! Grahhhhhh. Why are you out to get me(?!?!?!?!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma angsty little girl. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally had a netballer's Bdiv 07 reunion yesterday(!!!!!!) :D:D:D:D It was really so awesome catching up with all of them. Gave up watching 27 dresses cos it was totally not Janice and Stef's kinda show. HAHAH. Imagine janice lee watching 27 dresses. Impossible is nothing. Hahaha. So we played indian poker instead! It was fun + laughter + joy + a tad bit of evil. HAHA. Everyone just kept saboing each other. hehehh. And shonadabombyo was a fantastic host i swear. And a wonderful sport as well. hahah. As forfeit calls, stef and shona had to stuff watermelon pieces&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;into their noses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then get it out... somehow? and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;swallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. Holy shittttttttttttttz. HAHAHAHHAAA. It was sucha hilarious sight. I couldnt stop laughing. Literally roflmao. Hahahah. :D Love them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye. Hangin out with those awesome babes kinda feels like im still in IJ yeknow.. Ahhhh, all the memories gushing back now. IJ blues once again.... ): Hey guys, we should really do this sometime soon! Im missing yall already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps. I cant wait for twilight to be in theatres(!!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; I want the twilight soundtrack! The songs are all so... awfully sad........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of twilight...&lt;br /&gt;Shir: Eh Tat! I think you look like Bella from twilight&lt;br /&gt;Tat: Huh really? But everyone says she's ugly&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Exactly. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271679970911625474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SSjFAMO6oQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/bzCgOx5E1vg/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Polaroid :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa Wong i miss you already! Hope you're having fun in Bat-am :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear H, There are a million reasons for you to go. But if you could find a reason to stay.......?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3760797052992067070?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3760797052992067070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3760797052992067070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3760797052992067070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3760797052992067070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-lockdown-twenty-first-of-november.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SSjFAMO6oQI/AAAAAAAAAqk/bzCgOx5E1vg/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1620652982417124185</id><published>2008-11-18T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:07:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, its been awhile since i had a proper update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to freddo's place today. Had a few discussions. Not much insights gained though. HAHA. Just kidding. Anyways, he taught me the first few chords for the chorus of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always be my baby&lt;/span&gt;, then went off to game on his comp, as usual. Leaving me to practice on my own. And trust me when i say this, guitar is really difficult to pick up. Your fingers hurt like crazy when you first start out. Oh and no more long fingernails :O Gee. Aye not that i like keeping em anyway. Just lazy to cut them(and no i will not start biting them) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played poker when i got sick of practicing. Freaking hell. I dont know where my luck went to today. Freddie on the other hand was so lucky! Grah :O lost bout 16 to him and won back 10. Aye yet another debt. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladyluck wont you please, smile for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You you you, get well sooon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1620652982417124185?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1620652982417124185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1620652982417124185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1620652982417124185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1620652982417124185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-its-been-awhile-since-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8863184579965512030</id><published>2008-11-17T20:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:49:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Torn between what reason says&lt;br /&gt;And how I really feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I dont understand what is on your mind. You call me selfish but aren't you selfish too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Bus rides with molly..... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're a class of your own&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8863184579965512030?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8863184579965512030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8863184579965512030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8863184579965512030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8863184579965512030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-here-i-stand-wondering-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1105593886139215551</id><published>2008-11-13T21:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:42:36.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1105593886139215551?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1105593886139215551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1105593886139215551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1105593886139215551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1105593886139215551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7056005299275046740</id><published>2008-11-11T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:56:16.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No i refuse to face this. Im a fucking coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid, so very afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So please, why dont we go, &lt;strong&gt;somewhere&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;only we know&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg's are still aching like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life sucks"? What an apt phrase for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7056005299275046740?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7056005299275046740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7056005299275046740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7056005299275046740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7056005299275046740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-i-refuse-to-face-this.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3174816609548319310</id><published>2008-11-10T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:11:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my effing gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with everybody!?!!!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3174816609548319310?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3174816609548319310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3174816609548319310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3174816609548319310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3174816609548319310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-effing-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7246293294649645837</id><published>2008-11-08T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:25:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you dont know that i know that you know that i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7246293294649645837?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7246293294649645837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7246293294649645837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7246293294649645837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7246293294649645837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-dont-know-that-i-know-that-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8822739372344047084</id><published>2008-11-07T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:04:30.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There is nothing more deceptive than a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one knows this better than the people who hide behind them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some flash their teeth as a polite warning to their enemies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some put on beaming faces to keep their tears from falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others wear silly grins to mask their fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then there is that rare smile that is actually genuine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the smile of the person who knows his troubles will be gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small extract from one of the desperate housewives episode i found very interesting.. Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the word does not revolve around you alone. So quit imposing your thoughts on others without considering the ramifications that it could cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i'm supposed to be having fun at sentosa now basking in the awesome sun ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, happy birthday Gabriel Tang! Cutter! Jolene! Love you threeeee :D Zomg i cant believe i have three friends whose birthdays all fall on the same day. I love seven nov for its the day three awesome people were born :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8822739372344047084?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8822739372344047084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8822739372344047084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8822739372344047084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8822739372344047084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-is-nothing-more-deceptive-than.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5937875794830066282</id><published>2008-11-05T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:51:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Biennale Ftw today :D&lt;br /&gt;Took many pictures which im too lazy to upload. Piece of advice anyway, visit the biennale on a cold wet rainy day if not you'll sweat profusely right after entering it. I swear man. That place is stuffy ttm. Probably cos it was made out of 160 container boxes, if im not wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, hope you liked your surprise bestfriend! :] Okay so, it was abit early. But that's the whole point right. If not you wouldnt be surprised. hahah. Hey imma good actress right ;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SRB7wZzIoEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AA4l5dRg94k/s1600-h/CIMG3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844035885408322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SRB7wZzIoEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AA4l5dRg94k/s320/CIMG3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin was a waste of money. It was -.- -.- -.- But still, a tad bit frightening for me i must admit. Which means that it'll be totally no kick for all you horror gooers out there. The only good thing about the movie was the lead actor. He was pleasing to the eye at the very least :D I think i have fetish for people with a big mole on their upper cheek. Not the hairy hairy kind! The ones that are just the right size and protrude up just the right amount. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And manhattan fish is DAMN nice i swear. It totally lives up to its reputation. Y'all should go try it one day. It's at Ps. level 3 or 4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; today bestfriend. Especially the &lt;strong&gt;star&lt;/strong&gt;-shaped cookies. Although they were abit choatah and all, stilllll. You get an A for effort. Twas heartwarming ttvvvvvm :D (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be somewhere I can see the roads&lt;br /&gt;A place where &lt;strong&gt;every time you breathe a wish comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I want to be where love is &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And memories of distant days come to life again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ps: Thanks for the guitar!!!!! I cant wait to learn. Heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5937875794830066282?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5937875794830066282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5937875794830066282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5937875794830066282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5937875794830066282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/biennale-ftw-today-d-took-many-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SRB7wZzIoEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/AA4l5dRg94k/s72-c/CIMG3376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7855922257064332387</id><published>2008-11-03T23:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:31:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do i begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past two days have been fantabulous :D And i owe it to the following dearest friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start off by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geeee, does this sound like an oral presentation? Well it does to me. Hahah. Withdrawal symptoms from the end of OP i suppose.... NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah. Anyways, i wanna thank all you homies who wished me happy birthday be it in person, via phone call / msn / sms. Im so sorry i didnt reply you guys who msged me, cos my phone bill this month has already exploded as of two weeks ago. So sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To express my sincerity, i shall attempt to list down the names in accordance to the time you guys wished me. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On second thought...... Due to the 'incapacitation' of my memory, i cant exactly remember. But hokay, First three: Gabriel(Gabuuu. Bestfriend! :D), Daryl(Who wished me both via sms and msn :D) and Tessa(Wonggggg. Bestbestbestfriend :D ) Last three: Ari(whom i havent seen in ages and must really meet up with soon!), Hx(who remembered despite being known for his poor memory :]) and Gabriel( Hohoho who insisted that he wished me before 12 am ;])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that I was pretty touched when i received several unexpected birthday wishes from people whom i havent met up in a realllyyyyy long time, as well as those whom im not really close to. I really appreciate the birthday wishings. Thank y'all :D Not forgetting those who are dearest to me, even though i kinda expected you guys to remember, i wasnt absolutely sure you guys would. Thank God you guys did. Y'all made my dayyyyyyyy :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was prolly one of the lovliest surprises ever. Thank you Gabriel, Joy, Tedmond, Freddie, Shufeng, Marcus and Mark!!!! You guys are the bomb, i swear. I love every single one of you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dinner was D-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s and ohsoscrumptious. Pasta, brownie cake, salad, goldlabel-cocktail, agar agar jelly and twisties never tasted so good :] I could almost taste all your love while eating it ;] Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8slwWhFcI/AAAAAAAAApE/Zg5KnX9h2Y0/s1600-h/CIMG3222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475516565525954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8slwWhFcI/AAAAAAAAApE/Zg5KnX9h2Y0/s320/CIMG3222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w9v-YYPI/AAAAAAAAApk/2tlShaTK5uo/s1600-h/CIMG3223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480326827663602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w9v-YYPI/AAAAAAAAApk/2tlShaTK5uo/s320/CIMG3223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8slep4_UI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zpqsb8_tFUo/s1600-h/CIMG3220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475511814946114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8slep4_UI/AAAAAAAAAo8/zpqsb8_tFUo/s320/CIMG3220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w-aZepXI/AAAAAAAAAps/d06dGH3y0xw/s1600-h/CIMG3232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480338215609714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w-aZepXI/AAAAAAAAAps/d06dGH3y0xw/s320/CIMG3232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad i didnt have birthday luck in poker. Dangggg. Nevermind i shall recoup my losses another time! Watch out yalll. hahaha. Poor marcus had almost similar luck as i. Holy shit luh. The cards were really disgusting. Grahhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, reached home at 11 plus which also meant that i'd have to stay up to prepare for Op the next day. I know right, Op on my birthday.... Suck balls. I only had Fourrrrr hours of sleep in the end. Holy shit. I reckon i looked like a zombie today. Hopefully it didnt affect my Op, much. I think. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt pretty horrible after Op though. My stomach was churning like anything, especially during the bus ride. I swear i almost puked on the bus. Thank god all this was after Op. Which reminds me, Thankew dear pw mates for the funky glasses you guys got me! And i shall pretend that im ignorant of the reason why you guys got me those ;] Despite all the disagreements we had and all, working with you guys have been fanatastic! I couldnt have asked for me. I love my pw group! :D Too bad pw is all over nowwwww ))): HAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Matty for lunch after Op. Had a pretty good catching up session with him. Hahah. Thanks for the sweet present(s). It was lovely. :D I spent the entire bus journey reading it just so you know. HAHA. Your handwriting is so awesome.. HAHAHAHA. (pirate ship, no?) Headed to east coast thereafter. Met tessa after that :D We were supposed to go blading! But my dear girl reached sooo late that we couldnt blade anymore ): cos there was no time and also cos of the horrible weather. Grah. I have learnt not to plan anymore outdoor activites w/o coming up with a backup plan for birthdays. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least we had an awesome hth talk in the comforts of gelare. Heh. And not forgetting the ultimate camwhoring. :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xAOyUJ1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Fp07IjGUK4Q/s1600-h/CIMG3271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480369458292562" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xAOyUJ1I/AAAAAAAAAqE/Fp07IjGUK4Q/s320/CIMG3271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w-yGFzzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BRRa9xQREeE/s1600-h/CIMG3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480344576741170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w-yGFzzI/AAAAAAAAAp0/BRRa9xQREeE/s320/CIMG3253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w_RGinAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wMcNht17GF4/s1600-h/CIMG3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480352900127746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8w_RGinAI/AAAAAAAAAp8/wMcNht17GF4/s320/CIMG3268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner with clique :D after that at some weirdass jap restaurant wakaru. Holy shit. Our bill came up till a freaking Hundred bucks. for Five people. BUTTTT, thank god we enjoyed special perks. The lovely(despite sexist) restaurant was having "Ladies night" where a grop of four ladies were allowed to enjoy a 50% off the total bill. Teeeeheeeheeeee :D SO, we only had to pay 10 bucks per person. Orsomenessssss. :D And the food was not bad summore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xnPflKiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kC_rw7vsXao/s1600-h/CIMG3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481039663049250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xnPflKiI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kC_rw7vsXao/s320/CIMG3275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audreyhohoho and geriiiii. where are you guys! ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, audrey ho! Please takkaire of yourself. And dont feel bad or anything. I totally understand. You better be okay soon!!!! Love you no matter what. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xn3T4MwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/rcMfL9xIuY0/s1600-h/CIMG3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264481050351383298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8xn3T4MwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/rcMfL9xIuY0/s320/CIMG3277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tessa: "Spot the fake berry" i litereally roflmao. HAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah!!!! I forgot to thank Another extremely important group of people. My family. Thanks for eveything :D I totally gained 10 kg after everything. hahahaha. Newyorknewyork's Mudpie's the Bomb Yooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8spBuR72I/AAAAAAAAApc/QrOy6WWO19o/s1600-h/CIMG3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475572768206690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8spBuR72I/AAAAAAAAApc/QrOy6WWO19o/s320/CIMG3209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister's expression is fuckin hilarious man. HAHAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8sokP04HI/AAAAAAAAApU/XPEQtpP9JyA/s1600-h/CIMG3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475564855844978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8sokP04HI/AAAAAAAAApU/XPEQtpP9JyA/s320/CIMG3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeet like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8soCMb3cI/AAAAAAAAApM/EZypws_PLmM/s1600-h/CIMG3199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475555714817474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8soCMb3cI/AAAAAAAAApM/EZypws_PLmM/s320/CIMG3199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;candyfloss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i think i should stop here. Yet another frikkin long post. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps: I still wanna celebrate halloweeeeeeeeen ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7855922257064332387?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7855922257064332387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7855922257064332387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7855922257064332387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7855922257064332387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-do-i-begin-past-two-days-have.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQ8slwWhFcI/AAAAAAAAApE/Zg5KnX9h2Y0/s72-c/CIMG3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6962468276458017405</id><published>2008-10-30T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:20:09.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQnI_pP8bSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zB3IiH8zgrQ/s1600-h/20060413135218!KitKat_chunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958635289177378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQnI_pP8bSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zB3IiH8zgrQ/s320/20060413135218!KitKat_chunky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need a break, period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's strange how little things like this picture can remind me of you.. But oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeknow, im sick of doing what i &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;do and letting my conscience bug me whenever im not preoccupied with something. Thats quite dumb. Maybe i should just delete my conscience and do whatever i WANT to do. Not something that would please everyone, but me. Call me selfish, thats what i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6962468276458017405?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6962468276458017405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6962468276458017405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6962468276458017405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6962468276458017405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-break-period-its-strange-how.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQnI_pP8bSI/AAAAAAAAAo0/zB3IiH8zgrQ/s72-c/20060413135218!KitKat_chunky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-444491203914302633</id><published>2008-10-27T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:12:36.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;School's out, Have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been just fantastic. Except for that unfortunate bout of luck. But other than that, it was pur-fect :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, you made my day too. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i absolutely cant wait for tmr! :D Discovery centre ftw!! (inserts huge grin) with awesome company of bestfriend. I&lt;em&gt; know&lt;/em&gt; it'll be fun. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (L)&lt;/span&gt; THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap. Reality check. Soooo, school aint exactly over yet. Alevel Chinese on thursday apparently. I have absolutely no mood to study for chinese at all. I'll prolly read thru some papers on Wednesday night. Hopefully i'll find some incentive then. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God, please please please let &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt; from 1t22 retain!&lt;strong&gt; Please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-444491203914302633?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/444491203914302633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=444491203914302633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/444491203914302633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/444491203914302633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/schoools-out-have-fun-today-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4831226732326120574</id><published>2008-10-25T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:56:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQMG0lRMipI/AAAAAAAAAos/4i7EYMb_K04/s1600-h/362498987l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261056290126072466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQMG0lRMipI/AAAAAAAAAos/4i7EYMb_K04/s320/362498987l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, the interest in Guitar has sparked up in me thanks to Freddo. Hopefully this time it wont be a short-lived one. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh i reallyyyyyy wanna get a guitar A.S.A.P. please. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hopefully my mom's convinced that i Need it, not Want it. :] &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was ....... I cant believe i fell asleep at 1 plus. Wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im really not looking forward to my birthday cos it's the day i have to do my oral presentation. How awesome right. (inserts angsty face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4831226732326120574?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4831226732326120574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4831226732326120574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4831226732326120574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4831226732326120574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-again-interest-in-guitar-has.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SQMG0lRMipI/AAAAAAAAAos/4i7EYMb_K04/s72-c/362498987l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5677206764276876694</id><published>2008-10-21T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:25:03.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bumped into an old friend today. And after speaking to someone whom i havent spoke to in Ages, i also realised the extent i have changed throughout the past few years. I guess it was how we recollected the past..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i really like talking about the past(past meaning a few years back kinda past) with someone who shared it with you. Somehow, it kinda diminishes the acuteness of the problems im facing right now, and it also makes me believe that they will be solved...eventually. All i need is Patience. At least i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imsorryimsorryimsorry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fuck.this.shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got my results back. Aint fantastic at all. But at least i met the promotion criteria, i should be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps, Happy birthday you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5677206764276876694?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5677206764276876694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5677206764276876694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5677206764276876694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5677206764276876694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-bumped-into-old-friend-today.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7730605565307489394</id><published>2008-10-18T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:43:09.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a B-L-A-S-T! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's company booked Cafe Delma for the entire day for Family day. Homg. It's a pretty place alright. I asked tessa and val along, so its pretty much a Girls' day out. Heh. Took many many pictures which im lazy to send them so here they are! (There val, here are the pics you wanted t feast your eyes on. Heh) Sorry t keep you in the suspense. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndcmIfDZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hbecJG1_bas/s1600-h/CIMG3022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258477523273977234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndcmIfDZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hbecJG1_bas/s320/CIMG3022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky im in love with my bestfriends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndclB6dgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gSWeILAfidI/s1600-h/CIMG3023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258477522977977858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndclB6dgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/gSWeILAfidI/s320/CIMG3023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndc7l2_AI/AAAAAAAAAgA/l-4RsM1lL8E/s1600-h/CIMG3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258477529034324994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndc7l2_AI/AAAAAAAAAgA/l-4RsM1lL8E/s320/CIMG3025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my family too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPnddLyMhEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DNzauNQBJ2M/s1600-h/CIMG3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258477533381035074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPnddLyMhEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/DNzauNQBJ2M/s320/CIMG3026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Wu! He still looks Hot with long hair doesnt he? :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPnddUISBvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XpYQeyMUIGo/s1600-h/CIMG3027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258477535621154546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPnddUISBvI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/XpYQeyMUIGo/s320/CIMG3027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look so inferior next t Rebecca Tan dont we. With her to-die-for body. Gahhhh. Nvm. &lt;em&gt;BodypeaceBodypeaceBodypeace&lt;/em&gt; :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne3hyg0zI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2kpHti1qlAU/s1600-h/CIMG3028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479085476172594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne3hyg0zI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2kpHti1qlAU/s320/CIMG3028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Heartthrob! Mark Zeeeeee(bomb). Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne32Tq8fI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BCbp84cB9ps/s1600-h/CIMG3029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479090983956978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne32Tq8fI/AAAAAAAAAgg/BCbp84cB9ps/s320/CIMG3029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4BrrWFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8b6zbhAhC8s/s1600-h/CIMG3032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479094037436498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4BrrWFI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8b6zbhAhC8s/s320/CIMG3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Tessa looks so cute! No eyes! Mine own yours luh. Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4ivGoKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kW2KueoU-sA/s1600-h/CIMG3035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479102910177442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4ivGoKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/kW2KueoU-sA/s320/CIMG3035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngMCRD0yI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZayT0a1xaaw/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258480537303241506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngMCRD0yI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ZayT0a1xaaw/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is strong for an 11th year old! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4uzzV4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/D18NiEned38/s1600-h/CIMG3044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258479106151110530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPne4uzzV4I/AAAAAAAAAg4/D18NiEned38/s320/CIMG3044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach Volleyball FTW!!!!!!! It's the bomb! We got trashed pretty badly with a score of 9-21. :S But it was fun nonetheless!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngL5fNZSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/pgWoZkMXzS4/s1600-h/CIMG3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258480534946669858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngL5fNZSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/pgWoZkMXzS4/s320/CIMG3057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop eyeing on my candyfloss Val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngMg9WBRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TZQHduSkH3E/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258480545542046994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPngMg9WBRI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TZQHduSkH3E/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, It was mother dearest's birthday yesterday! I made her a hanging photoframe.(The above is just parta it.) I spent nearly three hours on it. Zomg. My room floor/table was filled with glitter and glue after that. Had sucha hard time cleaning up man. But it's worth it! :D It's really gorgeous, to her and i at least. I think i'm quite artistically inclined, t a &lt;em&gt;certain extent&lt;/em&gt;. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy birthday Mommy! You're da bomb! :DDDD LOVE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ayewhyisgossipgirlstakingsoefffinglongtoload!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7730605565307489394?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7730605565307489394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7730605565307489394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7730605565307489394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7730605565307489394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-b-l-s-t-d-my-moms-company.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPndcmIfDZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/hbecJG1_bas/s72-c/CIMG3022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2799433948633611137</id><published>2008-10-15T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:09:06.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you act like nothing ever happened&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should feel bad&lt;br /&gt;But I can't like someone who thought&lt;br /&gt;They're the only one that mattered&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you're flattered&lt;br /&gt;Cause you broke this down&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that you never had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the best of both worlds, is something i'll never have. I shall resign to fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2799433948633611137?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2799433948633611137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2799433948633611137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2799433948633611137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2799433948633611137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-you-act-like-nothing-ever-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1306541224468136060</id><published>2008-10-13T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:20:36.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to a conclusion that anything worse than getting your own heart broken would be to watch someone get their heartbroken and knowing that nothing you do would/can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1306541224468136060?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1306541224468136060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1306541224468136060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1306541224468136060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1306541224468136060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-come-to-conclusion-that-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6198222894473002641</id><published>2008-10-12T23:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:56:14.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Little India with Fer today. Homg. What.A.Day. We threaded our brows!!! They loook really nice now. Fer's brows look amazing. And no fer, You do not look fierce (: Thank you Vanessa!! (Im assuming thats the name of the lady who did our brows) But beauty comes at a price man. My eyelids were practically throbbing. Seriously, i thought she was gonna gorge out my eyeballs out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me summarise our little India adventure with pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY-_jg3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/aBO5x5z7rbo/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291185586135010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY-_jg3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/aBO5x5z7rbo/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be deceived by her cool composure, Fer is squealing for help actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY_tEw8eI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZZavl4gB2jA/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291197805195746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY_tEw8eI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ZZavl4gB2jA/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This procedure is fucking painful. I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY_tQAk4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/u09X6bzKj7w/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256291197852357506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY_tQAk4I/AAAAAAAAAfo/u09X6bzKj7w/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Orhsome background. Leylongleylong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt take much pictures cos of our poor-shutter-speed-cybershots ): Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not looking forward to going there again though. Fucking scary place. I swear. We alighted the bus with much trepidation only to be greeted with Indians. &lt;strong&gt;Hell lotta&lt;/strong&gt; them. I've never actually been surrounded by so many of them before. It's frightening. Now we fnally know what its like being the minority. Holy crap. Not a pleasant feeling. And they all looked so lecherous. I swear man.. Call me paranoid, but I was damn afraid that they would suddenly grab our butts or smtg. We must wear trenchcoats there next time fer. But we'll prolly die of heat stroke first. HAHAHA. Oh and fer and i were talking about whether we felt the same heat as them? I guess not since the law of Thermal Heat has to be obeyed. If you get what i mean.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay racist remarks aside. I feel like i should redeem myself for all the negative stuff i said. I must admit that Indians are really talented. I swear. Take for example the lady who threaded our brows for us today. Holy shit! She's fucking pro man. And damn cool too. Her technique/actions are damn fascinating. I'd like to learn from her one day. Heh. And secondly, after watching Benny lava with fer for the 1432413 th time today. We concluded that their dancing is awesome. So is their music. So you see, God is fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for making my day today Fer. You totally lifted my spirits by ten notches. I love you babe :] Kampong glam up next! If it actually exists... Haha ;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6198222894473002641?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6198222894473002641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6198222894473002641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6198222894473002641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6198222894473002641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-little-india-with-fer-today.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SPIY-_jg3-I/AAAAAAAAAfY/aBO5x5z7rbo/s72-c/DSC00608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5817651550759826419</id><published>2008-10-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:52:55.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WRECK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, I never meant for this to happen. I know nothing i say now would help, but&lt;strong&gt; im sorry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont fucking deserve to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5817651550759826419?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5817651550759826419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5817651550759826419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5817651550759826419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5817651550759826419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/please-forgive-me-i-never-meant-for.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6456050112289526490</id><published>2008-10-10T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:07:16.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sometimes solutions aren't so simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sometimes goodbye's the only way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;I hope you understand. Im sorry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three days have been the bomb of the century man! :DDDD Im just so glad that exams are over. &lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt; Huge load off my shoulders. But then again, the hardest part is yet to be over.... Yes, results. I have no idea when we're getting them back. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; putting that aside, It's time to party! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE! :D LOVE YOUUU. KETCHUP SOOON OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over promos! Heh. I could hardly contain my excitement on Monday night. Slept for prolly only five hours i reckon. Huge mistake cos math paper was on tuesday. Anyhows, im proud to say that Math is the only H2 paper that i'll confirm pass :D Thankyou for being an awesome teacher Mrs Koh! hahah. Im really worried that i'll fail econs and physics, but there's no use worrying cos i'll only get more wrinkles right? I should teleport those thoughts to the back of my brain. Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, went to far east with my class after the paper :DDD Town was practically flooded with Cjc. hahahha. We're the bomb! Hahah. Finally had our half-priced waffles after 2163452342 years! Yummmmy. Then our class kinda split up, some went t play poker, others went off. So joy and i decided to walk around. We went to DFS cos i wanted to see Lesportsac merchandise. But we ended up just slacking at the couches there. Holy crap. The couches are gddamn comfortable i swear. You can just sleep there the entire day. We contemplated doing so. But it was kinda uncomfortable for we would have to succumb ourselves to the inevitable stares around. So we sat there for like 3 hours i think. Just talking and talking and talking. And it was so fun man. Thanks joyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my secondary school clique after that. We were supposed to surprise anne! But our plans fell through cos anne was busy. Dang. Walked for 6435213 years trying to find her present. But to no avail.. At least it was good exercise. My calfs hurt like crazy after that. :O Dinnered with them then headed to meet shufeng freddie gab and marcus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised joy at her place at 11 plus. Sorry we couldnt wait till twelve! Hahah. Her expression was priceless when she opened her door man. I hope you liked the surprise joy (: Headed to Sf's place to stayover.. Joy joined us at like 2 plus. Thank god she managed to sneak out successfully! Oh and we played poker, with monopoly money. Holy shit! i was up by about one thousand bucks. But i was reduced till about 200 plus i guess. Too bad it wasnt real money! It was fun nonetheless. Played ps2 till about 5 plus. I was so damn exhausted by then and they didnt wanna let me sleeeep! Gahhh. It was quite a feat trying t stay awake. But it was worth it. Played truth or truth with gab joy and fred. The contents cannot and will not be revealed, yes friends? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOY FUNG JIA EN! I LOVE YOU TTM :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SO9SADbQMdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XskumqgowfY/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255509451037749714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SO9SADbQMdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XskumqgowfY/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my class in the night to drink. We wanted to sneak into this condo cos matt said there was a nice park there. The sneaking in part was damn difficult man. The security guards were anal-old-men-who-had-nothing-better-to-do-in-life. I swear man. They didnt wanna let us in. Thankfully matt managed to convince them and we finally got in. Butttt, they weren't all that convinced. Apparently one of the guards contacted another guard on patrol to check out the block we were supposed to be at. So in the end, we decided to play safe and walked out through the back get in case we get caught and all. Who knows what would have happened if we got caught man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go east coast park instead. Who knew, there was actually police on patrol there. Wth. Luckily they didnt stop to interrogate us or anything. Terence got really wasted. He made our day i swear. That guy is shit funny when he was drunk. As if that wasnt enough(yeah actually it wasnt), JUSTIN TAN came to join us at 4am. hahahaha. Holy shit. Another wasted fella. And he actually bladed all the way to east coast park from his condo. With all due respect to you justin. hahaha. It was hilarious when he came. Zomg. Im too lazy to upload the videos, but trust me, those two guys are fucking funny when they're wasted. Thank god i didnt drink, if not i'd have missed out on this awesome show. HAHA. Walked back to matt's place at 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a terrible headache in the morning even though i didnt drink (much). Anyhows we just lazed around in his place till 3 plus. Then i went to meet my secondary school friends at PS, to celebrate anne's birthday. Sorry we didnt plan much anne! ): Caught &lt;strong&gt;connected&lt;/strong&gt;. I was having second thoughts about watching the movie at first since it was in chinese. But i didnt wanna be a spoilsport so yeah. Thank god i did! Whoa. I think i can safely say that it was the best chinese movie i have ever watched! It was actually a remake of cellular. But way better. It was freaking hilarious and exciting man. So yall out there, dont get turned off by the movie just cos it's in chinese! Go catch it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much difficulty waking up today i swear. The past two days were fun, but absolutely draining at the same time. I had like only about 8 solid hours of sleep the past two days. Wanted to make up for the sleep deprivation last night. But i just couldnt sleep cos there was too much on my mind. Ironic huh.. Crashed Sa with my clique today. Okay technically, only tessa and lynda since the rest are from Sa. Yeahhhh. Wanted t play ball and wii. Wtf man, Sa not only has a LOUNGE, but also a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wii set&lt;/span&gt; in the lounge. Why cant cj have half of that huh(whines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck was on our side as we managed to sneak in successfully. :D At first we thought it'd be impossible since the guards didnt wanna open the side gate for us. Thank god they let us in by the front gate (: and they were really nice about it. Thanks mr security guard! Played ball for damn long. And the weather was fucking hot man. I think i got tanner :D yay. Didnt get to play wii though ): cos we didnt have skirts. Ah wells. Saw many people whom i havent seen in ages. (: And omg. melowwwww! spoke to her for quite long. Thanks for listening babe. I feel so much better, Lucky you came school today! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Sa at about 2 plus to meet my pw group. Felt quite bad since they met at 11 apparently :O But wth. They were about to leave when i reached. Thanks alot ah. But then again, who am i to complain since i didnt help at all. Sorry friends! I'll make up for it the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways im so glad that i managed to met up with my secondary school clique not once, not twice, but thrice this week. You guys really made my week. Love every single one of you homies. Thanks for being part of my life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, this has got to be my longest post ever. I doubt any of you managed to read the whole post w/o getting bored. Hahahaha. Threee cheers for those who managed to read till here. Hahahaha. My fingers are so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girls calls (((: Shall go watch it now. I've got five episodes to watch. Awesome stuff (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6456050112289526490?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6456050112289526490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6456050112289526490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6456050112289526490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6456050112289526490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-solutions-arent-so-simple.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SO9SADbQMdI/AAAAAAAAAfI/XskumqgowfY/s72-c/DSC00600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2077902942212434473</id><published>2008-10-03T22:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:36:54.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SOY0A2fH6JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4yVbVA_dzPs/s1600-h/31055_Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252943204604962962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SOY0A2fH6JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4yVbVA_dzPs/s320/31055_Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone else's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics was what-the-fuck. Whats new? I think i did worse for this paper than the one in midyears. Im so gonna have to study-till-i-drop for econs and math! If not i can say hello to orientation 09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as usual, i thought i deserved a treat to make myself feel better after the paper. So i caught eagle eye with joy, gabriel, tedmond, shufeng and freddie. Its kinda similar to Irobot but slightly better. And can someone tell me what's the difference b/w digital and non-digital? If digital is supposed to be better and all, then why bother showing non-digital? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to joy &lt;s&gt;marc's&lt;/s&gt; club with tedmond today to study cum swim. I freaking saw Mr teh when while swimming. Zomg. Freaking scary. I thought i was seeing things. He's still so cute as ever ;D I miss his lessons and all his jokes! AND AND. I bumped into geri yesterday! :D and ***! Hehhhh. Oh and i bumped into sam at chompchomp just now tooo! How coincidental. Ahhhhh. Seeing them just make me missss 4/3 07 even more!! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i FINALLYYYYY swam today! Balls of fun man :D We swam like 2 laps and we got really tired...(Hey 100m is a big deal okay) So we decided to play in the pool playground. Two french kids (Marco and i cant rmb the boy's name, i'll just call him Polo) asked us to join them in tag and we gladly obliged (: Totally felt like i was reliving my childhood. It was all joy and laughter. Until they decided to change game. Joy and i had no clue on how to play the game cos we couldnt decipher what Polo was saying when he was giving us the instructions. I think he kinda got frustrated after awhile. He kept making us repeat "123 Queeen" and we had to shout it really loudly. :O Then we had to leave. And they freaking didnt wanna let us go. Polo is freaking naughty i swear! He spat water at our faces! And he fucking kicked my face! Not once nor twice but THRICE. whoa i felt like strangling him man. Kids these days...... :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay isabelle, FOUR days more! P-E-R-S-E-R-V-E-R-EEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2077902942212434473?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2077902942212434473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2077902942212434473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2077902942212434473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2077902942212434473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-elses-physics-was-what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SOY0A2fH6JI/AAAAAAAAAfA/4yVbVA_dzPs/s72-c/31055_Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2267256691565575228</id><published>2008-10-01T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:25:59.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 down, 3 more to goooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT FREAKING WAIT FOR 7TH OCTOBER. hurry come please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my hands are gonna feel like sandpaper by the end of this week. My dear siblings have got the eye infection. And i certainly do not want to be the next to get infected. I have to wash my hands everytime i touch the computer/phone/tv remote. Aye. This is so freaking &lt;u&gt;cumbersome.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe i should give up. Just get infected, then i wont have to sit for any more papers! :DDD Sounds like a plan. BUTTTTTTTT, isabelle chong is no quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.will.perservere.only.SEVEN.more.days.to.go!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2267256691565575228?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2267256691565575228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2267256691565575228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2267256691565575228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2267256691565575228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-down-3-more-to-goooo-i-cant-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9064544954295010877</id><published>2008-09-23T18:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:02:33.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I need to re-establish my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set my priorities right,&lt;br /&gt;Learn to acquire selective hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNjMNC8ciGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Wx9xqI5MQ8s/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249169890201077858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNjMNC8ciGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Wx9xqI5MQ8s/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir tedmond raffles :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday tedmond ng! Hope you had fun today! With the whipped cream and smashing of cake X 3 on your face! Im sure you did. HAHAHAHA. It was awesome entertainment. But my heart goes out to you tooo :O Good thing the cat high guys ponned school today. Good luck in facing them tmr though. Hahaha. Oh and the trip home was goood (: And I caught my train friend. You should stop making bets with me. You &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; lose. HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps, hope you like your present and card ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-9064544954295010877?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9064544954295010877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=9064544954295010877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9064544954295010877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9064544954295010877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-re-establish-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNjMNC8ciGI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Wx9xqI5MQ8s/s72-c/DSC00533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8142284570057703657</id><published>2008-09-19T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:34:29.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow after bathing and all, i think i still smell of chomp chomp. Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i think im A-w-e-s-o-m-e. I fucking got a Six digit high score in POO RAIN!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Freaking Ownage man. I'M THE BOMB YO :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya okay, actually it might not be as impressive as it sounds to some people cos i merely got 124100. But its a big deal to me okay! At least since i made that bet with tedmond. HAHAHAHA. Yayyyyy. Now i dont have to pay him for the drinks. HEH. THANKS A MILLION DOOOOD(: Rest assured, you'll like your birthday present. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy, tedmond and i headed to serangoon gardens after school after waiting freaking fourty five minutes for darren only to have him telling us after that that he would not be joining us. Hurrrr. Bumped into bestfriend and freddo at the interchange :D then we headed to astons for lunch. Zomg today is seriously fucking hot! It's like some fourty five degrees outside man. Rain rain come again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to serangoon garden's country club later on. Tedmond's favourite two words there was "Charge it" HAHAHAHA. Okay actually not, his favourite words were CB, FUCK, NAMA. HAHAHAHA. The three of us kept swearing at the table. I wouldnt be surprised if they chased us out. lol. All &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Poo Rain&lt;/span&gt;'s fault i swear! BUT that game is THE BOMBBBBBBBB. :D All you people out there who dont have that game in your phone, you're losing out. Alot. Haha. Oh shit man. I hardly got any studying done today thanks to poo rain. GAHHHH. Tmr must turbo mode already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Chomp2 after our failed attempt at studying. The stingray was sooooooo spicy i tell you. :O Can die. But the egg milk beancurd is the damnnnnn nice. Zomg. i feel like eating it NOWWWW. Who's kind enough to go down to chomps to get it for me? I give you a hug. hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;An extract from tedmond's blog&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the young man stood strong.&lt;br /&gt;clad in blue jeans and an orange shirt... he waited patiently, his gaze falling upon the clear blue sky...&lt;br /&gt;this was it.... it was his moment to shine...&lt;br /&gt;the sky swiftly changed to a blood red colour... murderous clouds filled the air... a horrible stench washed over our young man... nearly making him retch.&lt;br /&gt;with no form of warning, the first wave fell...&lt;br /&gt;wave after wave, a never-ending calamity, an unforgiving tide. Torrential rains assaulted our young man... torrential rains of... POOP.&lt;br /&gt;he dodged and he strafed. "to the left! to the left!" he cried, very much like Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;our young man was quick on his feet... his footwork would have made Maria Sharapova erupt into fits of ecstasy...&lt;br /&gt;however all that went through his mind were.. "WHAT IN THE WORLD DID THIS BASTARD EAT..."&lt;br /&gt;for a split second... concentration slipped out of his grasp, he glanced towards the reel of ever changing numbers above him...&lt;br /&gt;and that was all it took...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was when.. it struck him... square in the face... right between the eyeballs...&lt;br /&gt;he fell flat on his bum, consciousness slowly fading away...&lt;br /&gt;he spoke out loud.. "is this the end? am i *mmmppff*..." he was sadly interrupted as yet another round struck him again, this time silencing him for good... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. Tedmond is the joke man. HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and he's a fucktard too okay. I took a pic of my beautiful highscore with his phone so that i could send it to my phone. He said he was gonna send me the picture.. So i gleefully accepted the item he was gonna send me. Expecting to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNPSi3sOWcI/AAAAAAAAAew/jjwB2aXf1-M/s1600-h/DSC00319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247769487323584962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNPSi3sOWcI/AAAAAAAAAew/jjwB2aXf1-M/s320/DSC00319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT INSTEAD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THIS......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNPSi0st6EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zj-FakSZgic/s1600-h/stupid+tedmond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247769486520346690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNPSi0st6EI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zj-FakSZgic/s320/stupid+tedmond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking screamed and threw my phone on the table. Tedmond you sucker!!! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8142284570057703657?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8142284570057703657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8142284570057703657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8142284570057703657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8142284570057703657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-after-bathing-and-all-i-think-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SNPSi3sOWcI/AAAAAAAAAew/jjwB2aXf1-M/s72-c/DSC00319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6289780097355200396</id><published>2008-09-18T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:17:33.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary, today stank. Real bad. Until after 6pm (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGBIG THANK YOU TO JOYYYYYY :DDDD Love you luh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah. Anyways, I dont know how to describe what im feeling right now. Let the lyrics speak for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours and I want what's mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: the author is none other than the world renowned, &lt;s&gt;In&lt;/s&gt;famous......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inserts drumrollll............)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Cutter, better known as Cutter. Hahahahaha. Surprise surprise. Hard to believe isnt it, but yeah. He's the brilliant poet who composed that poem. :D Genius piece of work dont you think so? Heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now now cutter, after publicizing for you, would you consider taking up my offer again? :DDD ) Heh. Btw, im not trying to suck up to you or anything (insets angellic smile) Bahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps: Happy birthday melowwwwwwwwww. Love you babe! Your present is on its wayyy :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6289780097355200396?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6289780097355200396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6289780097355200396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6289780097355200396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6289780097355200396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-diary-today-stank.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3820659066663459080</id><published>2008-09-17T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:28:23.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Journey’s End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fading rays of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Basks your form in a warm, mellow glow&lt;br /&gt;Your statuesque silhouette quivers silently&lt;br /&gt;(with) Reverberations of heart-wrenching grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ebony cape of night drapes itself around golden orb&lt;br /&gt;Graceful streams of mercurial flow&lt;br /&gt;Springing unbidden from sorrowful pools&lt;br /&gt;Cascade down slender cheekbones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These broken sobs&lt;br /&gt;They sound so hollow&lt;br /&gt;Each one shallower than before&lt;br /&gt;Chipping away at your strength&lt;br /&gt;Draining your mortality with every breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contour of my shade melds with yours&lt;br /&gt;Encompassing you within my arms&lt;br /&gt;I lend you the warmth of my soul&lt;br /&gt;Dampening my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;I dry your tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your fear&lt;br /&gt;Fear of that ethereal world of night&lt;br /&gt;Falling through endless shadows&lt;br /&gt;Into the abyss, that bottomless chasm&lt;br /&gt;Out of memory, Out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,&lt;br /&gt;You and I will meet again&lt;br /&gt;Join in embrace once more&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of our hearts entwining&lt;br /&gt;The tendrils of our immortal soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the darkness, Morning’s light beckons&lt;br /&gt;Incandescent orb peeks through its obsidian veil&lt;br /&gt;Its warmth softly caressing your skin&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, farewell&lt;br /&gt;Go now, sleep now&lt;br /&gt;I will join you in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reveal the brilliant author in my next post ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3820659066663459080?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3820659066663459080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3820659066663459080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3820659066663459080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3820659066663459080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/journeys-end-fading-rays-of-sunlight.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9148621952639566711</id><published>2008-09-15T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:16:07.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few months ago, i got to know this girl&lt;br /&gt;And since then, she has never failed to bring joy into my life&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love this girl ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55WrC-H_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/95zJBSJGid0/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264046352474098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55WrC-H_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/95zJBSJGid0/s320/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed attempt #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55WxYbA9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OVR7HKestRQ/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264048053060562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55WxYbA9I/AAAAAAAAAeI/OVR7HKestRQ/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was after like 21312532 tries. I accidentally deleted the unglam ones :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55XDjPo4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tZqvn5Sn5mA/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264052930290562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55XDjPo4I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/tZqvn5Sn5mA/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many failed attempts at a jump shot. We never managed to take one :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55XSgJePI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NErIVXk00OY/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264056943835378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55XSgJePI/AAAAAAAAAeY/NErIVXk00OY/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawtstufffff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55X0a0m-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/EZx0JBWjo2c/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246264066048302050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55X0a0m-I/AAAAAAAAAeg/EZx0JBWjo2c/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay we got tired... haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I HEART YOU JOYYYYYYY FUNG JIA EN!!! ((((: (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SEEE I DO KNOW YOUR CHINESE NAME!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The mind keeps thinking you’ve had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart keeps telling you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don’t give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ps: anyone up for swimming? Dang, why dont i live in a condo! :(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-9148621952639566711?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9148621952639566711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=9148621952639566711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9148621952639566711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9148621952639566711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-months-ago-i-got-to-know-this-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SM55WrC-H_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/95zJBSJGid0/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8660462600593213502</id><published>2008-09-13T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:10:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This may never start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We could fall apart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd, im so addicted to this song right now! Love sugarcult t the max :D Gahhh there are so many birthdays coming up! I need to start saving money from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i think i broke a record today. Okay actually my whole group did. We did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EIGHT &lt;/span&gt;mother long hours of pw today! As in we really REALLY sit down and got our brains cracking. I feel so accomplished right now (: Okay maybe we didnt exactly discuss pw throughout the Entire eight hours. But still...... :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i suddenly lost my mood for blogging. Thanks alot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8660462600593213502?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8660462600593213502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8660462600593213502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8660462600593213502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8660462600593213502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-may-never-start-we-could-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5607757634244824602</id><published>2008-09-11T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:25:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, where do we go from here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5607757634244824602?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5607757634244824602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5607757634244824602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5607757634244824602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5607757634244824602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/m-i-s-m-t-c-h-e-d-so-where-do-we-go.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7342307199294568879</id><published>2008-09-04T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:40:06.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;31 things i wanna say to people that i could never tell them in person:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Im sorry for not being there for you when you needed me&lt;br /&gt;#2. Why cant you just accept me for who i am&lt;br /&gt;#3. Would it be okay if i said i loved you?&lt;br /&gt;#4. Fuck you right back&lt;br /&gt;#5. You made my day&lt;br /&gt;#6. I wish you'd take more initiative sometimes&lt;br /&gt;#7. It's too late to apologise&lt;br /&gt;#8. I didnt mean what i said (im sorry)&lt;br /&gt;#9. You are bloody annoying&lt;br /&gt;#10. Enough is enough&lt;br /&gt;#11. Stop being so bloody egoistic its disgusting&lt;br /&gt;#12. I fucking miss you&lt;br /&gt;#13. So what if you're pretty&lt;br /&gt;#14. Thank you for always being there for me&lt;br /&gt;#15. Why'd you have to be so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;#16. Stop saying sweet nothings&lt;br /&gt;#17. Stop living in denial&lt;br /&gt;#18. I dont like you, period&lt;br /&gt;#19. Why must you be such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;#20. Im sorry if i've let you down&lt;br /&gt;#21. It's time to move on&lt;br /&gt;#22. I need a hug right now&lt;br /&gt;#23. I know you're lying, just admit it&lt;br /&gt;#24. Cant you get the hint that i dont wanna talk to you?&lt;br /&gt;#25. Im not as nice as i seem to be&lt;br /&gt;#26. Your niceness is freaking me out big time!&lt;br /&gt;#27. What are you, her dog?&lt;br /&gt;#28. I love you&lt;br /&gt;#29. Stop treating me like your spare tyre&lt;br /&gt;#30. I think i deserve more&lt;br /&gt;#31. You're a fucking asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! i feel so much better now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Im sooooo EGGGGCITED for friday! I hope things will go as planned (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7342307199294568879?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7342307199294568879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7342307199294568879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7342307199294568879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7342307199294568879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/09/31-things-i-wanna-say-to-people-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-844057977270858253</id><published>2008-08-31T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:32:18.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why’d you have to be so cute?&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you make me laugh so much?&lt;br /&gt;It’s bad enough we get along so well.&lt;br /&gt;Say goodnight and go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Inserts huge sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I painted my toenails&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hot pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Hawt stuff :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Had an awesome time catching up with freddo today. And studying was quite productive i must say. Except that it practically felt like winter time! Zomg. Vivo should really increase the temperature of the air conditioning. Actually right fred, i think we can ice ski in vivo instead of flying to korea. That way, we can save a whole lot of kachings :D Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh no, i just realised i need to take up a skill real soon! Any recommendatings anyone? And company? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And did i mention that WALL.E sucks? well yeah it sucks arse. There was basically only two words uttered throughout the entire movie "wall.e" and "eva". The two names of the robots. How brilliant -.- A better way to put it would be it was a movie of unspoken love i suppose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-844057977270858253?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/844057977270858253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=844057977270858253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/844057977270858253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/844057977270858253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/whyd-you-have-to-be-so-cute-its.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-311248481506467919</id><published>2008-08-30T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:30:51.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLmBmA6aN1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XA5qBw6pzk/s1600-h/bubbles.v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240362131502282578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLmBmA6aN1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XA5qBw6pzk/s320/bubbles.v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the purrrrfect getaway :D Just what i needed. What a great start to the holidays. Heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note to self: Less than a month less to promos! Better get my ass down to studying &lt;s&gt;soon!&lt;/s&gt;NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-311248481506467919?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/311248481506467919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=311248481506467919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/311248481506467919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/311248481506467919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-awesome-getaway-d-what-great.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLmBmA6aN1I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2XA5qBw6pzk/s72-c/bubbles.v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6769448756061721105</id><published>2008-08-24T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:02:33.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm talking to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begining of the week was pretty messed up. Especially tuesday. T for terrible tuesday. It was prolly the worst day of my life. I'm so glad it's over. Never did i imagine how hard it'd be. Someone once told me "A task may be hard, but once you accept that it is hard, then suffering loses its sting and you just get on with it" But how come i dont feel that the suffering is losing its sting? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the way things were before i made that &lt;s&gt;stupid stupid&lt;/s&gt; decision. Can things ever return to the way it was..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye i shall stop dwelling on all these unhappy stuff. Make me feel worse only. Oh wells. On a lighter note, friday came! the day i was looking forward to the entire week. :D &lt;strong&gt;TGIF! &lt;/strong&gt;Last training till some two months later! Yayyyy. :] Training was way slacker than i expected it to be though. Had quite alot of team bonding after the PT part. Joshua was great entertainment :D and i swear i suck at hand eye coordination okay. Tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trg, went for dinner with joy gabriel darren terence and shufent at some tiny cafe in toapayoh. The chicken cutlet there's gooooood. Saltaye. i like :D And they had card games to play there. we played UNO, jenga, old maid, scrabble. Oh man. Reliving all those childhood moments was ohsofun! Darren kept suaning terence. It was freaking amusing. HAHAHAHA. And zomg. terence said something really funny. he was like "So how do i get rid of the old maid card? get an old maid pair?" HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to today. Met joy ws and terence at cafe cartel to get some studying done cos we felt kinda guilty for going for the drama play later at night while everyone else would be mugging at home. But it was an awfully failed attempt man. and i was damn damn late. waited for the freaking bus for FORTYFIVE MINUTES. I felt like boxing the driver okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the drama play was kinda disappointing... The first part especially. But subsequently, it got better. haha yeah. But nonetheless, it was a job well done for the stage darren! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAduzCc0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/jR9JotAugXk/s1600-h/CIMG2929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757246154371906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAduzCc0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/jR9JotAugXk/s320/CIMG2929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAdvNWD_I/AAAAAAAAAco/3e2UI6iuRoo/s1600-h/CIMG2930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757246264709106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAdvNWD_I/AAAAAAAAAco/3e2UI6iuRoo/s320/CIMG2930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAd2M2jMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4jyUdHb4AjU/s1600-h/CIMG2937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757248141692098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAd2M2jMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4jyUdHb4AjU/s320/CIMG2937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAd0h4j8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/K_AOr2tHdTk/s1600-h/CIMG2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757247693033410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAd0h4j8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/K_AOr2tHdTk/s320/CIMG2938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAeW0817I/AAAAAAAAAdA/48xF5amTVSc/s1600-h/CIMG2943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237757256899811250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAeW0817I/AAAAAAAAAdA/48xF5amTVSc/s320/CIMG2943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhNiEYwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2aoOE5vpR6A/s1600-h/CIMG2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758405455930114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhNiEYwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2aoOE5vpR6A/s320/CIMG2944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marianneeeee :D finally i see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhYs4X5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iFGdGEAk2gI/s1600-h/CIMG2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758408454070162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhYs4X5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iFGdGEAk2gI/s320/CIMG2945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing proud aye? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhiVxmfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vZzwppp4g8M/s1600-h/CIMG2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758411041511922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBhiVxmfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vZzwppp4g8M/s320/CIMG2946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to darren the stage manager ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBh-kfG-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/rngsQ22CcYY/s1600-h/CIMG2947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758418619407330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBh-kfG-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/rngsQ22CcYY/s320/CIMG2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBiGuzvQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iqJ9Amj03sU/s1600-h/CIMG2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758420810185986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBBiGuzvQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/iqJ9Amj03sU/s320/CIMG2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows what they were doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that matter, it's okay to be passionate about something, but being obsessed about it is quite... scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6769448756061721105?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6769448756061721105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6769448756061721105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6769448756061721105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6769448756061721105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-hear-me-im-talking-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SLBAduzCc0I/AAAAAAAAAcg/jR9JotAugXk/s72-c/CIMG2929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6064395146443221310</id><published>2008-08-17T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:47:16.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; BROWN&lt;/span&gt; HAIR, HELLO &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BLACK &lt;/span&gt;HAIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;I think God is one efficient person indeed. It was just yesterday during the retreat that i made a promise to try to help this friend of mine. And today he gave me a brilliant opportunity to do so. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyways, this weekend was damn unproductive (study wise) I didnt touch ANY work at all. Good job isabelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Spent the entire saturday in school for the retreat. I love my group matthew! Fun fun fun bunch :D Thanks for making the retreat such a great one for me. I feel rather &lt;u&gt;lavished&lt;/u&gt; after the retreat actually. Except that my stomach was terribly unsatisfied with the food. Zomg. It was probably the retreat with the worst food served ever. But then again, still food luh. And i definitely got to know myself better within that span of 14 hours :]  Not forgetting the wonderful new friends i made. Hahah. Ooh and mark impersonated some nicholas guy from my group and didnt get caught! hahahaha. Luckily he did. It wouldnt be twice as fun without him!:D On the other hand, mark was being such an ass also. Thanks for letting the cat out of the bag ah :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKhFER1z-jI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QrFcx6M74UI/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235510506629102130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKhFER1z-jI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QrFcx6M74UI/s320/DSC00522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 GROUP MATTHEW :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went for zouk flea with mer gab and liangshoe today! Zomg. stepped into zouk for the first time. and i must say its way smaller than i expected!! And it was packed like sardines (literally okay!) the first level was okay, but the second was just impossible to walk okay. Everyone was just shoulder to shoulder with everyone! The body heat exchanged wasnt pleasant one bit. But at least im very satisfied with my buys. And extremely proud of the fact that i resisted the temptation to buy at clothes :D Yayyy. hahaha. I shall upload the pics soon (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no.. it's almost twelve. and there's morning run time trial tmr! Ahhhhhh )))): I should probably head to bed now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6064395146443221310?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6064395146443221310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6064395146443221310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6064395146443221310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6064395146443221310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-brown-hair-hello-black-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKhFER1z-jI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QrFcx6M74UI/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6049402550199336723</id><published>2008-08-15T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:48:02.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKWkPm1cZ2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sL91h6BOGyA/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234770729917769570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKWkPm1cZ2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sL91h6BOGyA/s320/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me nucking futs :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You do, You dont?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnn. I got caught for my hair for the second time (After friggggin Seven months in Cj) by Mr F. I swear he hates me luh ):&lt; I dont wanna dye it back! But i dont have much of a choice do i? Actually getting suspended doesnt seem like a bad idea right? Then i can studyyyy. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh.. I think im turning into a rebel. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to matt's house with tedmond and all after training today. But mommy didnt allow me to ): One of the rare occasions she didnt allow me to go out when i really wanted toooo ]: Sigh! and Kelly tan! How could you pangseh meee. But aiya, i couldnt go anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with flu nowwww. Thank god for the invention of tissue paper :] Aye i should have just dragged my lazybones to the toilet to change after training today. The bus ride was cold to the max. ): Anyhows, thanks russell for waiting with me for my bus today even though you were late for your dental already :O Stop being so mysterious would you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, met up with dear melow yesterday! Zomg. Found out damn alot of things. Love those &lt;s&gt;gossips&lt;/s&gt; sharing sessions with her man. And i realised that the world is really really very tiny. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night studying is extremely draining i swear! I went twice this week and freaking hell! i was super exhausted when i reached home. 15 hours in skool sucks! And did i mention how much i hate skool! Promos are in a few weeks time i guess! I dont think i can handle it luh. Fuck. Hate skoooool!!! I refuse to study. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreat tmr at 7.45 am! Zomg.. It's so damn early! I hope it'll be fun though. And hopefully bring me closer to God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6049402550199336723?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6049402550199336723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6049402550199336723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6049402550199336723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6049402550199336723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/damnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SKWkPm1cZ2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sL91h6BOGyA/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3429397944803754096</id><published>2008-08-11T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:23:51.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the span of two days, i saw someone who i really wanted to see, and someone who i really didnt wanna see. Or perhaps i was just too afraid to see. For the latter not to happen, i wouldnt mind giving up the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, call me a country bumpkin or whatever, but i took my first ever polaroid today! :DDDDDDD With my dear dear melissa tong ;] Attempts to study were just outweighed by all the fun and laughter. I love outings with mer. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think polaroids are the kewlest shit on earth! They totally own digital photography luh. The boss of the polaroid company must have met with a car accident which damaged his brain, therefore resulting in his lack of wisdom in his decision to abolish the production of polaroid film :O I pray that he comes to his senses soon. and if he does, i'll totally buy a polaroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer: Huh so you mean you dont love me? (inserts sad face)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah i dont&lt;br /&gt;Mer: Awwwwww (inserts smiley face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? Hahahhaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg. Last night's sleep was soooo goood i swear. (If only dreams could turn into reality :I) I slept at 1am and woke up at 1pm. It's been awhile since i had twelve ours of sleeep. I wonder when i'll be able to sleep for so long again ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3429397944803754096?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3429397944803754096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3429397944803754096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3429397944803754096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3429397944803754096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/over-span-of-two-days-i-saw-someone-who.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8891816625178017187</id><published>2008-08-10T23:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:31:18.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;too good to be true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;My hands are searching for you&lt;br /&gt;My arms are outstretched towards you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;My tongue dances behind my lips for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fire rising through my being&lt;br /&gt;Burning, I'm not used to seeing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you all around me&lt;br /&gt;Thickening the air I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Savoring this heart that's healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands float up above me&lt;br /&gt;And you whisper you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I begin to fade&lt;br /&gt;Into our secret place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8891816625178017187?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8891816625178017187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8891816625178017187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8891816625178017187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8891816625178017187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hands-are-searching-for-you-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2934085698352740635</id><published>2008-08-09T14:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:08:47.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, the long weekend is finally here! :D last weeek was helluva hectic one. All the staying back in school till at least 5 for extra lessons and all the make up lessons have been absolutely crazy! But thankfully, i had the good company from my awesome classmates! And i've realised that the more i try to hide, the more obvious it gets. So what the heck man, i'll just be myself! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for the insightful advice. I have decided to look at life through a totally new perspective :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, living without Msn is not really as hard as i think it'd be, right friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who said, who said&lt;br /&gt;I can't be Superman&lt;br /&gt;I say, I say&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;strong&gt;I know I can !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY PW GROUUUUUP :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;waye shyang's mac is DA BOMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBZxZxZxZxZ :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jDUFBgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QeYvE3yueLQ/s1600-h/Photo+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407113980249602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jDUFBgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QeYvE3yueLQ/s320/Photo+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jpSx7qI/AAAAAAAAAag/IQA4eOThXuM/s1600-h/Photo+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jlaCoDI/AAAAAAAAAao/bQ4lJcE5Ado/s1600-h/Photo+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407123132063794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jlaCoDI/AAAAAAAAAao/bQ4lJcE5Ado/s320/Photo+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BVKo0BSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pWtbJgyzhus/s1600-h/Photo+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232410173962978594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BVKo0BSI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pWtbJgyzhus/s320/Photo+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BUxZE6qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XJ4LT81KhsY/s1600-h/Photo+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232410167186090658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BUxZE6qI/AAAAAAAAAbw/XJ4LT81KhsY/s320/Photo+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-kPMQdVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/s_4ppPbZ1is/s1600-h/Photo+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407134348539218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-kPMQdVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/s_4ppPbZ1is/s320/Photo+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BUihrqGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qv182w-1LoE/s1600-h/Photo+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232410163195652194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BUihrqGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/qv182w-1LoE/s320/Photo+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BU-aBuHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7BEIFa7ZP8s/s1600-h/Photo+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232410170679736434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ1BU-aBuHI/AAAAAAAAAb4/7BEIFa7ZP8s/s320/Photo+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-j1Xod4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0XXGZhdPJ3g/s1600-h/Photo+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407127416928130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-j1Xod4I/AAAAAAAAAaw/0XXGZhdPJ3g/s320/Photo+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-1mpt4NI/AAAAAAAAAbA/pH0zF5VZYog/s1600-h/Photo+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-1jqVoQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gpRSIKtjZxM/s1600-h/Photo+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407431901192450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-1jqVoQI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gpRSIKtjZxM/s320/Photo+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-1wqsUkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5wolCkVLCZ8/s1600-h/Photo+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232407435392340546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-1wqsUkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/5wolCkVLCZ8/s320/Photo+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0_ko-zxRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xKUDj3rJPbM/s1600-h/Photo+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232408240783082770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0_ko-zxRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xKUDj3rJPbM/s320/Photo+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyaaaa, the sequence of the peeektures are all wrong :I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2934085698352740635?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2934085698352740635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2934085698352740635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2934085698352740635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2934085698352740635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/eyes-on-you-oh-boy-long-weekend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJ0-jDUFBgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QeYvE3yueLQ/s72-c/Photo+184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8511159103719568769</id><published>2008-08-02T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:37:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJR8ddxQdMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iVMgolGXTyA/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229941912933266626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJR8ddxQdMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iVMgolGXTyA/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks this year was nothing compared to last year's. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlucky to the max&lt;/strong&gt; (thanks for helping me out joy! :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m a war, of head versus heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s always this way.&lt;br /&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think that people who let themselves get used even though they are well aware that they're being used, very silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8511159103719568769?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8511159103719568769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8511159103719568769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8511159103719568769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8511159103719568769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/08/fireworks-this-year-was-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJR8ddxQdMI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iVMgolGXTyA/s72-c/DSC00507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9066151658729152527</id><published>2008-07-31T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:33:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJHM7swb5yI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aIgCArzUmLw/s1600-h/crossroads_by_Pajo89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229185968352519970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJHM7swb5yI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aIgCArzUmLw/s320/crossroads_by_Pajo89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have reached the crossroads. Decision to be made. All i hope for is that i wont regret this decision. Wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: Thanks for knocking hell lot of sense into me Bestfriend :] I feel loved with you around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-9066151658729152527?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9066151658729152527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=9066151658729152527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9066151658729152527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9066151658729152527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-reached-crossroads.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SJHM7swb5yI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aIgCArzUmLw/s72-c/crossroads_by_Pajo89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5470793509528997000</id><published>2008-07-30T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:23:09.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am enlightened :]&lt;br /&gt;wise words from professor M. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to hand in my FINAL eom tmr!! But first, i'd better get started. Get it over and done with! &lt;strong&gt;Im so gonna own PW!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5470793509528997000?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5470793509528997000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5470793509528997000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5470793509528997000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5470793509528997000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-enlightened-wise-words-from.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2164857012762295741</id><published>2008-07-28T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:37:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im not in the best of moods today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fucking&lt;strong&gt; imbecile.&lt;/strong&gt; Dont you realise that what you're doing only makes you the weakest link amongst us all. Seriously. You need to &lt;u&gt;grow up.&lt;/u&gt; And next time, before you try to sow discord, please get your facts right first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. The thought of you disgusts me you know? You're not even worth my blog space. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, im &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; glad that we're finally working something out (: thanks for not giving up on me, friend! :] Im sorry for wanting to let go. You know i wouldnt bear to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are some overdue picture's from racial harmony day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NGijwKQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sePtm3I6_Aw/s1600-h/IMG_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060254686685442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NGijwKQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sePtm3I6_Aw/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NG2MVjhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ccoaBY-ayXs/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060259957181970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NG2MVjhI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ccoaBY-ayXs/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out russell checking matthew out. HAHAHA. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NG013YzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QbxbfWDq06k/s1600-h/IMG_2510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060259594494770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NG013YzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QbxbfWDq06k/s320/IMG_2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 outta 7 GIRLS of 1t22 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NHU5IoMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DGZowYlteoM/s1600-h/IMG_0082.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060268198142146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NHU5IoMI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DGZowYlteoM/s320/IMG_0082.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg we got caught camwhoring by some j2s. damn embarrassing okay! and they were imitating our actions -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NHirbCLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pYYvwv7rvts/s1600-h/IMG_0089.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060271898724530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NHirbCLI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/pYYvwv7rvts/s320/IMG_0089.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3RXaRYq8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/zFMjRMpYXeo/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228064942566452162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3RXaRYq8I/AAAAAAAAAaA/zFMjRMpYXeo/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2164857012762295741?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2164857012762295741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2164857012762295741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2164857012762295741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2164857012762295741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-in-best-of-moods-today.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SI3NGijwKQI/AAAAAAAAAZY/sePtm3I6_Aw/s72-c/IMG_2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8903601143501144957</id><published>2008-07-27T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:48:22.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIw0deFMjhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jG5v7xZ-6uU/s1600-h/balloons.v2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227610948366011922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIw0deFMjhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jG5v7xZ-6uU/s320/balloons.v2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world and walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're amazing but you're taking too much time&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only got six candles left&lt;br /&gt;And I’m trying to keep this off my mind&lt;br /&gt;It’s getting darker but it’s the way they make me feel&lt;br /&gt;They try to fill my head with questions&lt;br /&gt;They all doubt you but I know you're real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it takes time then I’ll be patient&lt;br /&gt;Know that I will still believe&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take your hand and hold it tightly&lt;br /&gt;'cause I know you’ll carry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me high, Take me in, Take these last six candles&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m tired, and wearing thin&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, see my hands, take these last six candles&lt;br /&gt;We’re moving on, we’ll keep, keep, moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so thankful for every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;There's not a moment that goes by&lt;br /&gt;I waste wiping tears out of my crying face&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look so sad, you’ve missed the point&lt;br /&gt;I’m still so glad I knew you against the odds&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take my chances and burn this candle through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could ever see the way you understand me&lt;br /&gt;When no one else can see it&lt;br /&gt;I know you surround me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one who listens only when you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Not walking but running, not talking, yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they might never understand why I do what I do&lt;br /&gt;But I can only speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;And what I feel is true&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take a vow to be the only one who stands if it takes&lt;br /&gt;All that I am, I will be standing, there, there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8903601143501144957?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8903601143501144957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8903601143501144957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8903601143501144957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8903601143501144957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-world-turns-its-back-on-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIw0deFMjhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/jG5v7xZ-6uU/s72-c/balloons.v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1600116695999878697</id><published>2008-07-27T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:52:47.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHERE DID I GO WRONG, I LOST A FRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;had i known how to save a life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comeon isabelle, face it. things will never be the same no matter how hard you try. It's crazy how much you can affect my mood. I guess it's about time i &lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt; before things get any worse. &lt;strong&gt;and move along man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye im damn screwed! i spent my entire next week's allowance within the past two days. Imma genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this week was pretty awesome. Caught the dark night with my classmates earlier this week (freaking good show with a freaking good plot!!!) Met up with the netballers :DDDDDD (great company + catching up = laughed till we dropped), died in land trg (Hate hate hate youuuu.), entire class dressed up for racial harmony day(Class spirit yalllll ;] ), went for the usual late night dinner on fridays, met up with my ig today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at marche then Cutter decided that we should play his super cool game of oh bei som :O odd one out had to wear anything the rest chose for him/her and parade round the shop! HAHAHA. but none of us did though. cutter paraded down the aisle of the dressing room though. and the guy was totally giving him the weird look. HAHAHA. and jessica picked a super fugly pink dress for me to try on. zomg. it totally made me like pink less. Hah. but all in all, it was fun! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutter the hottie (flexing his masscurls as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SItWnE-O6_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VSvBaU7ycOQ/s1600-h/Image_00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227367021843246066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SItWnE-O6_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VSvBaU7ycOQ/s320/Image_00047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fair, they looked nice in their clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SItWnUXa03I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zi15iBRzXaM/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227367025975415666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SItWnUXa03I/AAAAAAAAAZI/Zi15iBRzXaM/s320/DSC00480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tedmond met us later on. went to try sheesha for the first time today! it wasnt exactly how i imagined it to be like. but it was alright. :] thanks for bringing us there cutter! and i wasnt high luh! you were the high one? seriously.. the high five all. HAHAHA. oh and tedmond! im so so sorry for what i did! :S i didnt expect it to be so bad. Sorry friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;be&lt;/s&gt; act normal? That's really tough yeknow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1600116695999878697?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1600116695999878697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1600116695999878697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1600116695999878697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1600116695999878697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-i-go-wrong-i-lost-friend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SItWnE-O6_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/VSvBaU7ycOQ/s72-c/Image_00047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-172026164276468855</id><published>2008-07-19T23:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:48:56.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;feast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;upon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;hottest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cjc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most scandalous couple in the team :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIelrj83OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/27o6jOQX8s8/s1600-h/IMG_9447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224772150400703714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIelrj83OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/27o6jOQX8s8/s320/IMG_9447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotstufffff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIel_EDuOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/s7VXtUbl5Rk/s1600-h/IMG_9498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224772155635644642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIel_EDuOI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/s7VXtUbl5Rk/s320/IMG_9498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. self proclaimed coctail with a tinge of lemon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIemNpRE4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/zmlnNIhB-So/s1600-h/IMG_9450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224772159549805442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIemNpRE4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/zmlnNIhB-So/s320/IMG_9450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE HAS THE COOLEST GLASSES ON EARTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIemdRnHNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XAi1qy0Fjkc/s1600-h/IMG_9205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224772163745553618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIemdRnHNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XAi1qy0Fjkc/s320/IMG_9205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote for them! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcTLuiGZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SmzzIvDXV8Q/s1600-h/IMG_8437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769633594251666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcTLuiGZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/SmzzIvDXV8Q/s320/IMG_8437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oversized top + tights = fashion statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcUp5IpPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RjB_fCmi2Hw/s1600-h/IMG_8467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769658871653618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcUp5IpPI/AAAAAAAAAXo/RjB_fCmi2Hw/s320/IMG_8467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl's captain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcVntCP1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/z5GB19r4M-A/s1600-h/IMG_9355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769675463901010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcVntCP1I/AAAAAAAAAXw/z5GB19r4M-A/s320/IMG_9355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL'S TAOPOKKKK :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdV-gslI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iUcZSDerKiU/s1600-h/IMG_9353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758813028037202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdV-gslI/AAAAAAAAAWY/iUcZSDerKiU/s320/IMG_9353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy's taopok! i think hj cant breathe :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcZJpsMLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZmY7cLmPbtQ/s1600-h/IMG_9367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769736116285618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcZJpsMLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZmY7cLmPbtQ/s320/IMG_9367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOLEST BUNCH OF SENIOR CITIZENS :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcaLGCbvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RDStg8KK-Hg/s1600-h/IMG_9359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224769753683488498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIcaLGCbvI/AAAAAAAAAYA/RDStg8KK-Hg/s320/IMG_9359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITa0F4IUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/me6ir4cP6Y4/s1600-h/IMG_9455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759869084016962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITa0F4IUI/AAAAAAAAAW4/me6ir4cP6Y4/s320/IMG_9455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbJWUhXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/07JJoVu5xqk/s1600-h/IMG_9485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759874790131058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbJWUhXI/AAAAAAAAAXA/07JJoVu5xqk/s320/IMG_9485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbS3oXTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gQjjdqIFruM/s1600-h/IMG_9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759877345762610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbS3oXTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/gQjjdqIFruM/s320/IMG_9487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;girls' team 08 :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbow2NnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IV1OGZlPfN0/s1600-h/IMG_9488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759883222890098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITbow2NnI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/IV1OGZlPfN0/s320/IMG_9488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;striking cass's classic pose #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759887376138466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIITb4PDwOI/AAAAAAAAAXY/JdnKnlMGwcg/s320/IMG_9516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the medalists of cj! im soso proud of them. comeon kelz, we must surpass them next year alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdNTPELI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7AYSpOf6X-E/s1600-h/IMG_9339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758810699042994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdNTPELI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/7AYSpOf6X-E/s320/IMG_9339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canoeing team 08. i freaking love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdis-0LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/G0z87it0bfo/s1600-h/IMG_9362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758816444174514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdis-0LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/G0z87it0bfo/s320/IMG_9362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU KELLY TAN XIAO YI (zui jia pai dang :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdnY1SDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MiwyoL4ZNfY/s1600-h/IMG_9374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758817701840946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISdnY1SDI/AAAAAAAAAWo/MiwyoL4ZNfY/s320/IMG_9374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on kelly! we will be like cas and gavrielle!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISd4rAi2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/yfpYW_t8ECM/s1600-h/IMG_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224758822341479266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIISd4rAi2I/AAAAAAAAAWw/yfpYW_t8ECM/s320/IMG_8350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQnmavhUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9RvlpVcZJlQ/s1600-h/IMG_8148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756790216852802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQnmavhUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9RvlpVcZJlQ/s320/IMG_8148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most embarrassing picture :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQnxYRvRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oghsc11ClYo/s1600-h/IMG_8207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756793159302418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQnxYRvRI/AAAAAAAAAVw/oghsc11ClYo/s320/IMG_8207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQoLuuINI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1irfC_jnVGE/s1600-h/IMG_8390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756800232759506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQoLuuINI/AAAAAAAAAV4/1irfC_jnVGE/s320/IMG_8390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQoumZ98I/AAAAAAAAAWA/90nO3Daan7E/s1600-h/IMG_8485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756809593124802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQoumZ98I/AAAAAAAAAWA/90nO3Daan7E/s320/IMG_8485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gab and phelan are damn funny i swear! hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQo1LZYFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8c0uIeE5WCk/s1600-h/IMG_8820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224756811358888018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIQo1LZYFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8c0uIeE5WCk/s320/IMG_8820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the peeektures speak for themselves. those 4 days were the bombbbbbbb :D I LOVE THE CANOEISTSSSSS LIKE ANYTHANGGGGG :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: dont your eyes feel satisfied now? :D oh and sorry for lagging your computer! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i went back to kellock today to support my sis for some open house performance thing. The performances were not bad! Esp the artistic gymastics! Whoa. I hope my daughter will join artistic gym next time! then she'll be able to pull off all the fucking cool stunts her mom was never able to do :O and i'll be so proud of her. hahahah. oh and i said hi to mrs janet tan! and surprisingly she still rmbed me! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sis said my peeekture was put up in the heritage gallery. i didnt believe it till i saw it with my own eyes. ohmygawsh. i look so awkward last time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this peeeekture appeared in the newspaper before! i look fucking tooot :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkIpq5KSI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WPQbmd2_3v4/s1600-h/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778248746510626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkIpq5KSI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WPQbmd2_3v4/s320/DSC00474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;horrible pao hair :O idk why they like to use this picture so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkJrX498I/AAAAAAAAAYw/VwsMOlZ3tFI/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778266383546306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkJrX498I/AAAAAAAAAYw/VwsMOlZ3tFI/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;proudly presenting.... MY TILE :DDDD ("sports the best"? what was i thinking man?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkKf_ffzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/s7H5aaA2jUU/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224778280508292914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIkKf_ffzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/s7H5aaA2jUU/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh mannnn. i really miss primary school! Esp 6 ANGSANAAAA! ))))): i remember how we used to make fun of jianglaoshi(when her skirt dropped in the midst of lesson) and all the teachers, scared ourselves in the toilets, daring each other to do stupid things, playing at the monkey bar till one of us dislocated our arms, huddling together before trg started, laughing at brenda laughing cos she laughed till noodles came out from her nose :O AHAHAHAHAHA. OH MAN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE GOOD OLD TIMES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; sighhh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-172026164276468855?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/172026164276468855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=172026164276468855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/172026164276468855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/172026164276468855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/warning-your-eyes-are-about-to-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SIIelrj83OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/27o6jOQX8s8/s72-c/IMG_9447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9152773383472408816</id><published>2008-07-17T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:01:50.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If only...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess things cant always go the way i want them to. So instead of hoping for a change, i should get used to the way it is right now. Hoping for more would only bring more misery. Learn to be content isabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one year ago, i was a really really happy girl. Looking back, i really enjoyed those days. It all seems so long ago. Oh wells. Thanks for being a part of my life. A really great part. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess my very existence is a &lt;u&gt;doubt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-9152773383472408816?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/9152773383472408816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=9152773383472408816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9152773383472408816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/9152773383472408816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-things-cant-always-go-way-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6304563696342605963</id><published>2008-07-15T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:12:44.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DIUDIUDIU! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fT9S-SsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YflfAGMYMF0/s1600-h/DSC00459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223998889249360578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fT9S-SsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YflfAGMYMF0/s320/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fULxB0KI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kEfj57cxRYw/s1600-h/DSC00461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223998893133516962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fULxB0KI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/kEfj57cxRYw/s320/DSC00461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fUQ0wY3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PgKbkIxDiU8/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223998894491329394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fUQ0wY3I/AAAAAAAAAVY/PgKbkIxDiU8/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fU-EKV9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/MftJ-8k4Gzw/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223998906635540434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fU-EKV9I/AAAAAAAAAVg/MftJ-8k4Gzw/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suddenly I see&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why the hell it means so much to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tedmond came up with this awesome idea of replacing the cover of the megadeth cd album they bought for matthew with some praise and worship guy. and they hid the bag they bought for him in this 7yearsoldorso-winniethepooh bag, lying to him that they got him that bag from a vintage sale. And diu totally believed it! ahahhaha. his reaction was really priceless :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mass dance for pe today. The first &amp;amp; second part of the dance was really boring. but when it came to the orientation dance part! Whoa. Totally the BOMBBBBZ. mark is sucha violent partner! But it was awesome dancing with him nonetheless :] (sorry britney) HAHAHAHA. okay mark is gonna kill me, if he gets what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five oclock came(the time matt was dreading the entire day, while the rest of us on the other hand, couldnt wait for 5oclock) hah. anyways, after Pe, we dragged him to the quadrangle for mass taupok(excluding the girls of course) hahahaha. it was sucha funny sight i swear. i wonder who invented taupok :O then my class played rugby and volleyball in the quadrangle. it was a miracle no teacher stopped by to scold us. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Ll and Fk officially hates our class, period. I think my class is a rebel class. But that's what makes it so awesome too :] hahhahh. &lt;strong&gt;i love 1t22 to the max :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6304563696342605963?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6304563696342605963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6304563696342605963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6304563696342605963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6304563696342605963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-diudiudiu-d-blogger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SH9fT9S-SsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YflfAGMYMF0/s72-c/DSC00459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7367656422495602546</id><published>2008-07-13T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:37:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;quote of the day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You might fall head over heels in love with some one, yet realise later that there's no chemistry between the both of you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i cant wait to blog about the past five days! but that'll have to wait. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7367656422495602546?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7367656422495602546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7367656422495602546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7367656422495602546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7367656422495602546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-day-you-might-fall-head-over.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1654028494784069625</id><published>2008-07-10T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T23:11:53.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg. i must seriously stop spending money already!!! im freaking broke now. all your fault mer! hahahahha. i swear im not gonna bring my atm card out anymore! it shall be locked up for the next three months. Ayeee. we are so gonna avoid any shop with the huge &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; word okay!!!! we must resist the temptation!! yes we can! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHYk2Jj7oWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yETBsNmxC6A/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401330680832354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHYk2Jj7oWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yETBsNmxC6A/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mer: i will not go shopping with issy anymore!&lt;br /&gt;me: Yeah im sure you wont! hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways Mer was being such a dear today. thanks for the lovely bracelet thingy. because of you, my world has &lt;strong&gt;twice as many stars in the sky :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHYk2Q-QRBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XkkTHf2q-a4/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221401332670284818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHYk2Q-QRBI/AAAAAAAAAU4/XkkTHf2q-a4/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. pain still can laugh. tsk tsk. anyways, now you can go find your new i&lt;3NY Boyfriend mer! i support you! hahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, im&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; looking forward to next week. waffle crisp shall be my &lt;em&gt;third &lt;/em&gt;bestfriend. save money save money. Argh. i wanna be &lt;u&gt;rich.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the way things are now.&lt;br /&gt;can we just go back to how we used to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But I get my hopes up and I watch them fall &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1654028494784069625?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1654028494784069625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1654028494784069625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1654028494784069625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1654028494784069625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHYk2Jj7oWI/AAAAAAAAAUw/yETBsNmxC6A/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6059384395354509309</id><published>2008-07-09T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:31:55.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHTLi0tDFPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VMywz24RH9E/s1600-h/IMG_8350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221021667152827634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHTLi0tDFPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VMywz24RH9E/s320/IMG_8350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next year will be&lt;strong&gt; better&lt;/strong&gt;, yes it will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6059384395354509309?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6059384395354509309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6059384395354509309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6059384395354509309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6059384395354509309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/next-year-will-be-better-yes-it-will.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHTLi0tDFPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/VMywz24RH9E/s72-c/IMG_8350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4885256944819828248</id><published>2008-07-08T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:05:02.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stay close, dont go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHN-mfkXJaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WZdUKtJ4Yu8/s1600-h/I_sent_my_heart_to_you_by_Fairy_Bluebird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220655592826676642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHN-mfkXJaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WZdUKtJ4Yu8/s320/I_sent_my_heart_to_you_by_Fairy_Bluebird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you crumble and fall,  yet i did nothing. Cause i thought that nothing i said/did would help. Im sorry. Please cheerup!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a terrible day. i just dont feel like talking about it. sigh. hopefully tmr will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: SSSuper ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4885256944819828248?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4885256944819828248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4885256944819828248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4885256944819828248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4885256944819828248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/stay-close-dont-go.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHN-mfkXJaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/WZdUKtJ4Yu8/s72-c/I_sent_my_heart_to_you_by_Fairy_Bluebird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-2785567625124175961</id><published>2008-07-07T16:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:35:35.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally went to haji with mer, gab and liangshoe yesterday. whoa. that place is the bombzZ man. the shop designs are totally cooolios. and so are the stuff they sell there. Ahhh. vintage's nice. but damn freaking ex. :I sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my classmates later on. it was supposed to be a fun drinking session but the drinks finished damn fast. only drank like 3 sips. which was coool. i didnt get drunk :] mark was high on air. HAHAHA. aye but as compared to the one at kelly's, this one was quite a failure cos no one could stay over! (except for the few of us.) wanted to catch midnight movie after everyone left but marina square was locked up -.- so we decided to head over to mark's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHHaOdQph6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WgM5q3oOxYM/s1600-h/DSC00443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193385006598050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHHaOdQph6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WgM5q3oOxYM/s320/DSC00443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high on air :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHHaOc59I5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2fYdqlZY-2k/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220193384911414162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHHaOc59I5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2fYdqlZY-2k/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark thinks his belly button is cleaner than everyone else's just cos he can invert it :O mine's obviously cleaner mark :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His house is ohsocozy please! snacked on kit kat and ANLENE yogurt(awesome yogurt! recommended by marky! i reckon long term dining on anlene yogurt could help one lose weight and be as slim as mark :D hahahah) while watching the notebook. I think the show is really awesome. the way love was depicted in the movie was really damn sweeeet. or &lt;em&gt;bittersweet &lt;/em&gt;i should say. awwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and i helped matthew overcome his fear of tickles in a rather unconventional but EFFECTIVE way. hahahhaha. but he's one ungrateful boy :O lol. Played badminton outside for awhile. couldnt see the shuttlecock half the time! but twas fun nonetheless :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up for training the next morning was a major spoiler. tsk. ): but thanks for being a great host anyway marky :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, today marks the very &lt;strong&gt;last &lt;/strong&gt;training with the seniors! :((( oh boy, i'll miss them. camwhored after training :P (send me the pics please kelly!) nationals are tomorrow. im so fucking scared :[ AYE. pleasepleaseplease let us get into semi's! goood luck to all the canoeists! Oh and we get to skip school for one entire week. and according to gerald, we are &lt;strong&gt;FORBIDDEN &lt;/strong&gt;from going to schoool. i bet everyone's damn jealous. But i wanna go schooool. Aye ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Have fun in switzerland lynda tay!(: i will miss you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you feel like a man, when you push her around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you feel better now, when she falls to the ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-2785567625124175961?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/2785567625124175961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=2785567625124175961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2785567625124175961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/2785567625124175961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-went-to-haji-with-mer-gab-and.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SHHaOdQph6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/WgM5q3oOxYM/s72-c/DSC00443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-1292630563268830792</id><published>2008-07-03T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:01:33.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate it when people refuse to admit that they're angry with you when they obviously are :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate pw cos its the &lt;u&gt;worst&lt;/u&gt; subject ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that my printer's not working and that i have to bother my friends to help me print my eom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that there's chinese a level orals tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it that we're gonna get back our midyear results soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i hate the way you make my heart beat so fast everytime im next to you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHH. im full of hatred. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: MY DEAREST TESSA ANN WONG. CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE GREAT GREAT CARE OF YOURSELF. I WILL PRAY FOR YOU OKAY! GET WELL SOON BABE!!!! please dont die ah! i will just go commit suicide. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-1292630563268830792?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/1292630563268830792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=1292630563268830792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1292630563268830792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/1292630563268830792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-it-when-people-refuse-to-admit.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6923814224714752130</id><published>2008-06-30T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:18:43.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You say hello, inside i'm screaming i love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LET'S GET HIGH AGAIN TONIGHTTTTT :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was awfully awesome. what can i say, 1t22 is THE BOMB!!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all who took care of me last night!! and im &lt;strong&gt;so sorry &lt;/strong&gt;for the retarded behaviour. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6923814224714752130?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6923814224714752130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6923814224714752130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6923814224714752130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6923814224714752130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-say-hello-inside-im-screaming-i.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5167874546654266178</id><published>2008-06-28T00:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:25:27.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whooooopeeeeeeeeedooooooooooooo :) :P :] :D :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MID YEARS ARE FINALLY OVERRRRR. muahahahah :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i lost my virginity to the physics paper today. screwed me real bad man. i swear. im gonna get some 10/140 okay. Sigh. this is so demoralising. midyears were pretty much screwed. i just hope i dont get straight Us. subpass would be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with my classmates after the paper to celebrate :] i love my classsss. alot. haha. went to some rose restaurant in fareast to have lunch. and the food sucked :O but the only upside was that their math sucks. they gave kelly an extra of about 20 for the change. wtf right? hahah. kelly i want a treat!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe0TVs6GI/AAAAAAAAATw/RUvrfBhdYA0/s1600-h/DSC00419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609627271915618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe0TVs6GI/AAAAAAAAATw/RUvrfBhdYA0/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tedmond being retarded. act #3. tedmond you owe me 152 bucks already. pay up soon or i'll hang pig head outside your door! muahaha (zac efron looks bloody gorgeous. dont you think so?!?! :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe0l_i34I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hm4iNsIsMpI/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609632279256962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe0l_i34I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hm4iNsIsMpI/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brings joy to my world :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught &lt;strong&gt;get smart &lt;/strong&gt;after that. ooooh that movie's damn hilarious. played fooseball in the adidas shop. whoaaaa. that game is bloody fun. matt and i totally owned joy and xavier &lt;s&gt;in one game only luh&lt;/s&gt; hahaha. but it was pretty much him scoring and stuff, cos i wasnt of much help, except for letting in the goals :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went on to meet my clique after that in town. awwwwwwwwww. i havent seen them for so long okay! damn glad we met up today! on ah, every last friday of the month. &lt;strong&gt;i cant wait!!&lt;/strong&gt; :D anyway we managed to successfully surprise lynda tay with the help of her ac friends. hahah. the look on her face was priceless man. :] hope you enjoyed the surprise lynda! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to have a &lt;strong&gt;picnic&lt;/strong&gt; at the place next to giraffe for dinner. oh the memories... (zomg i wanna eat in giraffe one day!!! the place seems bloody gorgeous from the outside!!!) although the food was kinda impromtu, it was goood nonetheless. :P tuna spread on plain crackers are the bomb okay. :D heh. &lt;strong&gt;marshmallows&lt;/strong&gt; tooo. ahhh. heavenly. anne wanted to put her guide skills to use today by starting a fire. but there were just too many plants around. hahaha. it would be really funny to see her start a fire there. lol. anyway i should really stop eating so much. i had like 5 &lt;strong&gt;big &lt;/strong&gt;slices of birthday cake for the past two days already! OH NO. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;body peace&lt;/strong&gt; body peace.(chants)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe1LmqM9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4Xo4jpAQwaw/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609642375427026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe1LmqM9I/AAAAAAAAAUI/4Xo4jpAQwaw/s320/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they mean &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe04BijnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/L2eovfoqmlk/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216609637119463026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe04BijnI/AAAAAAAAAUA/L2eovfoqmlk/s320/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday my dearest lynda tay! im sooooo glad we're still as tight as before. four years and going strong! &lt;strong&gt;love you TONNES girl!&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you asked me if i loved you,&lt;br /&gt;i'd lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: good catching up today :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5167874546654266178?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5167874546654266178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5167874546654266178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5167874546654266178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5167874546654266178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/whooooopeeeeeeeeedooooooooooooo-p-d-o.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SGUe0TVs6GI/AAAAAAAAATw/RUvrfBhdYA0/s72-c/DSC00419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-7982385953426478435</id><published>2008-06-24T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:15:13.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;A&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;C.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on second thoughts, i dont wanna learn how to swim no more :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-7982385953426478435?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/7982385953426478435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=7982385953426478435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7982385953426478435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/7982385953426478435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/b.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8935241316620097968</id><published>2008-06-20T00:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:38:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pillow fight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFuj0fDqNfI/AAAAAAAAATo/gOGXNUcUaSI/s1600-h/DSCF8794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213941115696854514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFuj0fDqNfI/AAAAAAAAATo/gOGXNUcUaSI/s320/DSCF8794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss you kelly! hope you're having fun in your camp! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: would you please stop misleading me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8935241316620097968?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8935241316620097968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8935241316620097968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8935241316620097968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8935241316620097968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/skinny-beeeech-o-i-wanna-be-like-her-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFuj0fDqNfI/AAAAAAAAATo/gOGXNUcUaSI/s72-c/DSCF8794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-336572911101534941</id><published>2008-06-18T00:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:07:56.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFfu3SBO1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/r7dG_1Gg7ks/s1600-h/DSCF8754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897727201859314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFfu3SBO1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/r7dG_1Gg7ks/s320/DSCF8754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU BESTFRIENDDDDD. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFfrzF4ysAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nTtrVKJbrns/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212894356690874370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFfrzF4ysAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nTtrVKJbrns/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;merzzzz, if one day i decide to turn lesbian, i swear you'd be the first girl i like :D heh. now all you guys out there, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shooooo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;outing with melissa tong was&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; bloody awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. i swear (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;caught narnia today. wasnt as good as i expected, although william mosely and prince caspian were the hearthrobZzZ of the century :P hahah. and the movie was damn long! zomg. two and a half hours without food and jacket! but with awesome company :D ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;treated ourselves to retail therapy after that :DDD and im a hap hap happy girl now! :] zomg. &lt;strong&gt;thanks for shopping with me merz&lt;/strong&gt;, and bringing me to all the ulu far east shops which i never knew existed. hahaha. we walked for approx five hours okay! legs were aching like crazy after that. and i have training tmr. at SEVEN THIRTY AM. and here i am at 1250 am. still blogging. genius right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we only started studying at 9 plus i reckon. till about 11. but it was only equivalent to an hour's worth of studying :O i wanna watch MEET THE ZOHANS!(hahahahha) and i want that faded denim hotpants from topshop which costs a whopping &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;63 bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;! seee luh mer, all your fault! HURRRR. anyone wanna sponsor me? (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i've decided, it has to come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-336572911101534941?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/336572911101534941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=336572911101534941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/336572911101534941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/336572911101534941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/merzzzz-if-one-day-i-decide-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFfu3SBO1vI/AAAAAAAAATY/r7dG_1Gg7ks/s72-c/DSCF8754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6434586837459944338</id><published>2008-06-15T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:52:58.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFU6z2JdifI/AAAAAAAAATI/-EyZIro0k04/s1600-h/3d_1_482_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212136806134155762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFU6z2JdifI/AAAAAAAAATI/-EyZIro0k04/s320/3d_1_482_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do mermaids have sex? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6434586837459944338?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6434586837459944338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6434586837459944338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6434586837459944338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6434586837459944338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-mermaids-have-sex-o.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SFU6z2JdifI/AAAAAAAAATI/-EyZIro0k04/s72-c/3d_1_482_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-5047300151860188674</id><published>2008-06-14T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:47:50.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM BAAAAACK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at coasta sands for the past 2 or 3 days for class chalet :] and i must say this chalet has been relatively different from the other chalet's i've been for. for starters, there wasnt ANY chips! (on the first day that is.) Zomgggg. what is a chalet w/o chips?!?! GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so for the past two nights i clocked in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less than 6 hours of sleep&lt;/span&gt;. i never had this little sleep in my entire life before. quite a record for me, i must say :] and i realised that the lack of sleep can really turn one into a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;full fledged monster&lt;/span&gt;. i was damn easily annoyed when i went for trg this morning. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had countless number of walks around east coast with kelly on the first night. talked about hell lot of random stuff. it was fun though (: and zomg, stargazing while doing leg raises with kelly tan is absolutely fun! :D i wanna go stargazing agaaaaaain. &lt;strong&gt;I WANNA SEE A SHOOTING STARRR :B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i swear &lt;strong&gt;farmer ching(mr ching) is the coolest teacher on the planet&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :D he bought us sushi and also &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;helped us to get alcohol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad we didnt get to cycle overnight. oh boy, people should stop leaving their bikes outside their chalets. its too tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, having an itinerary for chalets aint a bad idea. cos we seriously had no idea on what to do besides playing guitar hero. which im an absolute NOOOOB at and which darren is freakishly awesome at ): what can i say, life is unfair :O oh and we caught &lt;strong&gt;the incredible hulk &lt;/strong&gt;too! it's a nice movie! i think the hulk's quite hot actually. lol. i want to watch narnia and kungfu panda! rarrrs. i realise i want to do alot of things. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah and i should really learn how to be a neater/responsible person. i freaking left my red aussino towel and my star boxers at the chalet/chalet toilet/macritchie toilet. sobs.. :( i hope someone took my towel for me. :S goodbye favourite under&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wear :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i learnt quite a few things from this chalet&lt;br /&gt;#1. Mark gets really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;when he's tired. Zomg. he just cant stop talking! HAHAHAHA. im not lying. he just kept saying goodnight to everyone non stop! we went to bed at like 1 but ended up sleeping only around 3. thanks alot marky. :D hahahah&lt;br /&gt;#2. (i was told to remove this)&lt;br /&gt;#3. half a tub of chunky monkey on a half full stomach is a huge NO-NO&lt;br /&gt;#4. even though the sun rises from the east, we cant catch a sunrise at eastcoast (DANG.)&lt;br /&gt;#5. I FREAGING SUCK AT GUITAR HERO ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was an absolute waste of time today. NOTHING got into my head! ): yes matthew, i'll take your advice next time. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happy birthday renxian! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-5047300151860188674?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/5047300151860188674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=5047300151860188674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5047300151860188674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/5047300151860188674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-baaaaack-d-was-at-coasta-sands-for.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8333846675975346167</id><published>2008-06-12T00:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:45:39.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;melissa tong is a very horrible study partner :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still love her anyway! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school to study with her after trg today. and it was !&amp;amp;%#$^# unproductive to the max. its like, we had endless topics to talk about man. HAHA. that scandalous one. and mer, im so gonna tell G and C about your secret fantasies for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: dont kill me! :O&lt;br /&gt;pps: read your post. AWWWW, totally melt heart. oops, heartmeltZzZz i mean (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i just found out that there's a fucking crocodile/moniterlizard/komododragon in macritchie reservoir!&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELICIA SOH MEI YING! YOU BETTER NOT POST IT AHHHHH. IF NOT I'LL KEEEL YOU!! :O &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please dont post it? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things to buy(&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;urgent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. black cardigan (to cover my fucking big arms!!!)&lt;br /&gt;#2. cool cap :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need chings. and &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;. ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;youareofficiallygettingonmynerves, RARRR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8333846675975346167?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8333846675975346167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8333846675975346167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8333846675975346167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8333846675975346167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/melissa-tong-is-very-horrible-study.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4278665094815655514</id><published>2008-06-10T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T17:17:46.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was over at tessa's last night for sleepover :D the initial plan was to STUDY but i guess we got carried away with other stuff. :S played WII for the first time at her aunty's place. Zomg. Tried tennis(!!!!), boxing and bowling. Zomg boxing is super duper tiring!! i played till my&lt;strong&gt; entire&lt;/strong&gt; right back/arm was aching like crazy! :O i never knew it could be that tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we watched &lt;em&gt;little man&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;the date movie. &lt;/em&gt;well the best word to describe both movies is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISTURBING(!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they were interesting luh (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, headed to school after trg with russell yesterday cos he needed t hand in his math file and i needed to get my math notes. (i left my &lt;strong&gt;entire term1 math notes&lt;/strong&gt; under my table and only realised it two days ago :O ) yes yes, you dont have to remind me what a genius i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was praying and hoping that the lady at the general office would allow me to get the keys to open my classroom. but she said NO. after begging and pleading her, she still said &lt;strong&gt;NO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;$#%@#!@! &amp;amp;^$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was DAMN freaked out. how the hell am i supposed t photocopy the entire term 1 notes?!?!! but russell &lt;s&gt;the genius&lt;/s&gt; suggested that i should try sneaking into my classroom through the &lt;strong&gt;window. &lt;/strong&gt;hahah. not that i actually considered the idea, but we went to check my classroom anyway. and guess whattt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the classroom lights were switched on the door was wide open!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;for a second, i thought i was seeing things. but no, the classroom door was bloody open!!!! :D:D:D i could say i was on cloud nine alright. HAHA. thank god! &amp;amp; the cleaner guy!!! cos he was the one who opened the classroom door &lt;strong&gt;thank you thank you thank you!!!! ((((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tempted t walk pass the general office and flash my math notesright at the stupid woman's face! but i decided not to in the end.. so wasted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumped into tedmond outside the toilet after that. and i totally saw myself in him for awhile. HAHAHA. he, being a genius too, left his math notes in class as well!!! (COPYCAT!!) and he said he felt damn good cos he managed to get his math notes even though the beech at the general office refused to give him the keys. and i was like ZOMGGGG. ME TOOO. hahahaha. and we both burst out laughing. YAYYY, kudos to the cleaner guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4278665094815655514?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4278665094815655514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4278665094815655514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4278665094815655514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4278665094815655514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/was-over-at-tessas-last-night-for.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-4983601530610580173</id><published>2008-06-08T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T23:55:15.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;OH.MY.GAWWWWWWWSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please shoot the sidereel uploaders! they just uploaded the first episode of gossip girls season 2! :O&lt;br /&gt;howamigonnastudylikethat?!?!?!!?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they deleted it alr, i think. wooops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-4983601530610580173?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/4983601530610580173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=4983601530610580173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4983601530610580173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/4983601530610580173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6494238252271810994</id><published>2008-06-07T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:58:01.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where I can run, just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;To the middle of my frustrated fears&lt;br /&gt;And I swear, you're just like a pill&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You keep making me ill &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahhh, i miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GET WELL SOON MER! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is an extremely bad day&lt;br /&gt;#1 some fucking srjc k1 banged into us before the start of our race and caused us to capsize&lt;br /&gt;#2 we were damn pekchek before our race&lt;br /&gt;#3 we came in fifth (thats only to make it sound better. as a matter of fact, we came in last for our heats ;((( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i dont understand!!!&lt;/span&gt; its not like we dont train as hard as other schoools! why cant we win a medal?! ): i know one might say, people dont train hard to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, you have to admit that there's a part of you deep down inside, that secretly hopes  to win right?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;partner, i know you're disappointed with our race today. i am too.. but i know we both tried our best.. well done kelly :) but anyway from now on, im gonna push myself 103% during trg cos i know how badly you and i wanna win a medal! we can do it kelz. i know we can! alll the way! :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps: thanks for all the support today!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6494238252271810994?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6494238252271810994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6494238252271810994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6494238252271810994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6494238252271810994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-i-can-run-just-as-fast-as-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-3233617563285011295</id><published>2008-06-06T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:52:28.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hokay, so.. it's gerard's birthday today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i msged him happy birthday and all, to this number which i THOUGHT was his new number cos he called me a few days ago with that number. But unfortunately, it turned out not to be, or so i thought..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: sorry btw, who are you? did you send to the correct person?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh shit, you're not gerard?! i think i sent wrong person. sorry. im his friend isabelle&lt;br /&gt;G: hmmm. isabelle! girl? how old are you? where you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this point of time, i was talking to fer on msn. telling her not to message that number cos it was the wrong number. then she insisted it was him playing prank. Soooo, i decided to play along and replied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hmmm, im 36 this year and currently searching for a husband.. are you a guy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this time, fer tells me i really got the number wrong, and its not gerard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: nope, im a girl too. 38. hey, you're just two years younger. and im looking for a wife! (: *wink&lt;br /&gt;G: sorry if you dont mind, can i call you? i want to hear your voice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and he calls. and by this time, i was alr freaking out. so i rejected the call)&lt;br /&gt;G: why you reject my call? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspicion was creeping to me. finally figured that fer was in cahoots with gerard. and when he called again, i picked up and had a good laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;stupid gerardddd. pple wish you happy birthday you go play prank on them *shakes head. HA. have a fab eighteenth anywayyy :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-3233617563285011295?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/3233617563285011295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=3233617563285011295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3233617563285011295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/3233617563285011295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/hokay-so.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-9179026410181137267</id><published>2008-06-05T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:22:34.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 130 am. and i have the urge to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 leave my house and to east coast and rent a bike for the entire night and cycle to changni airport&lt;br /&gt;#2 or i could go to the huge grass patch at marina and fly kite&lt;br /&gt;#3 go to the railway station and have prata for supper(im starving!)&lt;br /&gt;#4 play tennis now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the getaway sounds so tempting....&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-8793184133081606826</id><published>2008-06-04T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:09:10.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SEZ3dD6ISFI/AAAAAAAAATA/A1RNO6-b_To/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207981360249587794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SEZ3dD6ISFI/AAAAAAAAATA/A1RNO6-b_To/s320/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight,&lt;br /&gt;It slips right through your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-8793184133081606826?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/8793184133081606826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=8793184133081606826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8793184133081606826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/8793184133081606826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-you-hold-so-tight-it-slips.html' title=''/><author><name>iSAbEllE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11315504635847440597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SEZ3dD6ISFI/AAAAAAAAATA/A1RNO6-b_To/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1419295906349356301.post-6955923342942882488</id><published>2008-06-02T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T17:18:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, meet my best friend, nicole :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SEO6gWJHKII/AAAAAAAAAS4/0iy82eOhBvM/s1600-h/Abcdefg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207210659032803458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AMy7uYD7KPE/SEO6gWJHKII/AAAAAAAAAS4/0iy82eOhBvM/s320/Abcdefg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's one in a million, isnt he? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bushy eyebrows are sexy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1419295906349356301-6955923342942882488?l=starbean.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbean.blogspot.com/feeds/6955923342942882488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1419295906349356301&amp;postID=6955923342942882488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1419295906349356301/posts/default/6955923342942882488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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