<?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-3820017</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:17:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:starising:.</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog is more for me to write down what i think than for anything else. but if you wanna read my blog go ahead, i won't stop you. remember to tag on my tag board k? so join me on my "wonderful" journey of self-discovery...thnx for reading;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-109387183523800520</id><published>2004-08-30T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T06:17:15.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm... i actually didn't want to post my LJ link here. but since you guys are asking, and i feel guilty for not telling you all, here's my LJ link! www.livejournal.com/~azhire in case you are wondering, yes, i made the nick up. it's another combination of words. azure and shire. i just like blue, all the different shades, and azure is so vibrant. a beautiful vibrant blue! and shire's supposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/109387183523800520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/109387183523800520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109387183523800520' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108797551356402179</id><published>2004-06-22T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T00:25:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol, another post.i have just realised that all i've done in this hols is bio sia. how pathetic. oh well, and i've only done bio sia coz xin ying is pestering and stressing me out for it. i was totally slacking yesterday. finished reading my book. evening class by Maeve Binchy. it's so cool! really incredible. about people and their lives and how different pple deal with different situations. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108797551356402179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108797551356402179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108797551356402179' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108797315704387069</id><published>2004-06-22T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:45:57.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seriously think i am going mad. now, this is not a new thing to me, i must say, but seriously, i am beginning to doubt my sanity. does anyone here actually talk to themselves in their head? like on boring bus rides or anything? i seriously doubt so right? sigh. i would really like to see if my facial expressions change on the bus. to amuse myself, i begin talking to a little voice in my head. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108797315704387069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108797315704387069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108797315704387069' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108739218107935222</id><published>2004-06-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T06:23:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh. i hate being sick. feels awful. racking cough. whenever i cough, my whole body trembles, and my stomach aches. &lt;-- this i got no idea why...  fever comes and goes. it was quite high on monday. 39 point something. the doctor was rather nice. though she didn't give me any sweets! i was staring longingly at them throughout the whole thing and she didn't even get my hint! maybe i didn't stare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108739218107935222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108739218107935222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108739218107935222' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108600944620508927</id><published>2004-05-31T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T06:17:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't feel very good today. i have spent the entire day croaking out words to my brother, mother, and father. or just whispering/mouthing words to my mother and brother. or yelling at my brother, and having a silent fit after that. manz. i am so sad. i can't even yell properly at my brother. oh well, today was rather fun and fulfilling, with the exception of that irritating hoarse throat. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108600944620508927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108600944620508927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108600944620508927' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108589480845671959</id><published>2004-05-29T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T22:26:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh...sometimes i hate myself. ever got that feeling? it's coming pretty strongly lately. then i wonder... is it just me, or do other pple ever hate themselves too? i used to think that i was the only odd person, having all kinds of weird thoughts, then recently i realised, it was not just myself, other pple also have these kinds of thoughts too.so sad. elective week is over. i like ms sandra a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108589480845671959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108589480845671959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108589480845671959' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108557309406912289</id><published>2004-05-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T05:04:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh! two more days to hols! then i'm free, i'm free, i'm free!!!! overjoyedtoday's pearlene's birthday and mrs tan's daughter's birthday... wondering how i knew? lol. she was saying it sometime during the day...oh well, let's sing a happy birthday song! -grin-happy birthday to you,happy birthday to you,happy birthday to everyone,happy birthday to you.sigh...today sam is stuck with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108557309406912289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108557309406912289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108557309406912289' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108530690377104138</id><published>2004-05-23T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T03:08:23.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm... what's a thumbdrive? some pple are going to sell it in our sch. i asked my dad, and he said, is it something to do with the thumb? (sticks out thumb, uses the other hand to point at it) go check the dictionary. then stuffing his really old and out-of-date one under my nose. lolz. he's so amusing sometimes. so i was trying to tell him that it was something to do with computers... and he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108530690377104138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108530690377104138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108530690377104138' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108521441179360178</id><published>2004-05-22T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T01:26:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! this week feels like the last week of the entire school term. quite excited about elective week actually, coz it's so new to me. hmm... i really hope the whole week would be slacky and everything :D heh~ just what i hope... not neccessarily true.physics test today. if all goes well, i should pass. if not, i might fail. but i really hope to pass. really really really really hope that i would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108521441179360178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108521441179360178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108521441179360178' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108495806167301836</id><published>2004-05-19T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T02:14:21.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am super hyper today... in the morning that is. my energy drains kinda fast, so catch me in my hyper mood if you can. it kept me awake throughout chinese lecture! which is a huge feat!!! amazing...while li ming was nodding off beside me. :D -smirks-sigh. i think there's something wrong with me. i dunno where my msn nick came from. i forgot, i think. but i know it's from a song. so... i shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108495806167301836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108495806167301836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108495806167301836' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108486951496937827</id><published>2004-05-18T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T01:38:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol.i had realised that typing this waytakes up a lot ofSPACE!!!okok...i'm just doing this to kick my last entry out.you can very obviously guess right?i think i should go and study physics or do something more productive.sigh. i shall talk about that movie i watched...it's really nicewith very poignant themes and everything.like,don't do things to prove others wrong.just be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108486951496937827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108486951496937827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108486951496937827' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108486755841607613</id><published>2004-05-18T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T01:05:58.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched this really cool movie today! (part of it, that is...) Love me if you dare! it's so morbid, but really really sweet! so scary...&gt;_&lt;hm.. i am in a dilemma. coz sing ying and pearlene asked me if i wanted to watch harry potter with them. but xin ying and grace asked me really looong time ago, so i dunno who i should go with. and sing ying said to go to both.. which is like, WHAT?! do you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108486755841607613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108486755841607613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108486755841607613' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108479250199753496</id><published>2004-05-17T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T04:15:01.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in awe of concert pianists. this is just one of my new crazes. ignore me if you want.but concert pianists are so cool! -hysterical-okok, nvm.but i really admire them though.their speed is like whoa.and their dynamics are good!ok, basically, i am starting to admire anyone who can play dynamics.BECAUSE I CAN'T!!!which is really sad, if you ask my piano teacher.i want to play quite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108479250199753496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108479250199753496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108479250199753496' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108470767075434729</id><published>2004-05-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T04:41:10.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we had a chem test yesterday. not too bad, i should pass it...i hope. and i forgot to give mrs tan that late-coming form!!! -irritated with self- and i even brought it yesterday! sometimes, i don't even understand why i do things the way i do them. sigh.on friday, i had warned my mother about what see's going to see on my report book... heck, i'll probably get all 50 somethings. I feel like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470767075434729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470767075434729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108470767075434729' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108470241105709018</id><published>2004-05-16T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T03:13:31.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw part of the lyrics on renyi's nick, and decided to download the song...Artist: HoobastankSong: The Reason LyricsI'm not a perfect person,As many things I wish I didn't do,But I continue learning,I never meant to do those things to you,And so I have to say before I go,That I just want you to know.I've found a reason for me,To change who I used to be,A reason to start over new,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470241105709018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470241105709018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108470241105709018' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108470200885428587</id><published>2004-05-16T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T03:06:48.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God's Boxes  I have in my hands two boxes, Which God gave me to hold. He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box, And all your joys in the gold."  I heeded His words, and in the two boxes, Both my joys and sorrows I stored, But though the gold became heavier each day,   The black was as light as before. With curiosity, I opened the black, I wanted to find out why,And I saw, in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470200885428587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108470200885428587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108470200885428587' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108436580915235373</id><published>2004-05-12T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T05:43:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey, this is way cool! the blogger website got a whole new facelift! it's really pretty! was getting rather bored of the previous one. :Doh yes... i shall talk about sports day! it was the funnest sports day ever in my whole entire life (if i disregard the fact that i was worrying about nicole's bag throughout the whole entire thing!) maybe i've gone all wonky in the head, but i suddenly have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108436580915235373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108436580915235373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108436580915235373' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108408525545655728</id><published>2004-05-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T23:51:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Long Goodbye Lyricsby Ronan KeatingI know they say if you love somebodyYou should set them free (so they say)But it sure is hard to doYeah, it sure is hard to doAnd I know they say if they don't come back againThen it's meant to be (so they say)But those words ain't pulling me throughCos I'm still in love with youI spend each day here waiting for a miracleBut it's just you and me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108408525545655728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108408525545655728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108408525545655728' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108355323985129723</id><published>2004-05-02T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:05:09.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had another dream! this one is really funny... with nicole and pearlene in it! they are absolutely hilarious... i shall not let you know what they did! so amusing! and i was sitting there, happily drawing something...(trying to draw a ear, if you must know), when nicole came along... and commented on it. then she waved pearlene along...and i shall not continue.. coz it's absolutely amusing, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108355323985129723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108355323985129723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108355323985129723' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108350498838794411</id><published>2004-05-02T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T06:41:37.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hope You DanceArtist:Lee Ann WomackI hope you never lose your sense of wonderYou get your fill to eat, but always keep that hungerMay you never take one single breath for grantedGod forbid love ever leave you empty handedChorus: I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the oceanWhenever one door closes I hope one more opensPromise me that you'll give fate a fighting chance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108350498838794411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108350498838794411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108350498838794411' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108350141893555720</id><published>2004-05-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T05:41:12.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and now i'm left with all this pain, i only have myself to blame ~ drive myself crazy/N*synci had this really scary dream. it started with this really weird dream i had the other time. and then it just kept switching into all these places. at first as it normally starts with this farmhouse. it's really weird, don't ask. you'll just start laughing your head off. and then the courtyard of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108350141893555720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108350141893555720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108350141893555720' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108307993039816158</id><published>2004-04-27T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T08:36:17.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i believe that one day, i would be the cause of my own death... sigh... juz now, i was asking my daddy what cc and bcc stands for... coz i wanted to send a copy to mrs tan.. as well as the person at batanical gardens.. this silly letter, k? so my dad was flipping through all his notes, then as agitated as i am, i was moving the mouse restlessly, then my thumb/pinky finger accidentally pressed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108307993039816158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108307993039816158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307993039816158' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108288771978251582</id><published>2004-04-25T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T03:12:44.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have finally finsihed this ficpress story. if you ask me what i've been doing all day, that's it! it's absolutely nice! -jumps around in glee- go read it!!! go read... i wanted to try to find zwing to tell her to read it, but she's not around anymore..-sulks- oh well...go read it! it's really nice! :D http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1406847 it's titled things so hidden..it's nice! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108288771978251582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108288771978251582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108288771978251582' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108287635457839299</id><published>2004-04-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:03:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! i was watching trailers just now! so nice! i watched a cinderella story's trailer! hilary duff's in it! i wanna watch it when it comes to singapore! it sounds rather interesting! oh oh ... i watched the prince and i's trailer too! it's really nice! about this girl who wants to be a doctor and this guy who's the prince of denmark...lolz... yep, it's a romantic movie.-grins- it's interesting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108287635457839299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108287635457839299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108287635457839299' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108238370376348514</id><published>2004-04-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T07:12:20.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lil' poem i did... enjoy... notice it's rather happy...:DA mystery, you have always seemed to me.Only showing your happiness,though it didn't even seem real to me.Why you hide your emotions?the reason is not clear to me,But I know everyone has their little secrets,or so someone once told me.Do a dance, a little dance for me?it makes me grin to see you twirl, the happy contented </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108238370376348514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108238370376348514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108238370376348514' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108236755488908059</id><published>2004-04-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T02:43:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi everyone! been a really long time since i have updated. not feeling very well lately, with the stress of earth week and  everything. sigh.Ms fong asked us how much time we spend on homework, and most of us put our hands up for 1 hour a day. this is sad, really sad, since almost all of us sleep after 11? tsk... we all do many irrelevant stuff, don't we? :D and usually the one hour for me is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108236755488908059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108236755488908059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108236755488908059' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108186726200217249</id><published>2004-04-13T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T07:44:50.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yes. today's piano lesson was so amusing! my teacher was trying to count the beats for me, hitting the piano with her pencil. then she was like hitting the piano and telling me that i was playing the left hand note wrong. so i kept correcting all my notes, and then after a while, the whole thing got quite amusing. especially when she started complaining that her arm was aching. i dunno, i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108186726200217249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108186726200217249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108186726200217249' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108186645491210797</id><published>2004-04-13T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T07:31:23.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what? it's term 2 week 4 and i'm beginning to hate my class. not anyone specifically, but the class in general. -sigh- everyone just seems to disappear when something needs to be done. not that i'm discriminating or anything, but one very good example are the councilors in our class... sure, they take charge and everything, but they never, i repeat, NEVER, do anything. like they are leaders</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108186645491210797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108186645491210797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108186645491210797' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108157942009819374</id><published>2004-04-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T23:47:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Yellow Rose: TheGentle."I've travelled through the land ofsurrender and seen it all.  I throw my heartout and keep my head up, and now I travelthrough the land of peace."The Yellow Rose is associated with friendship,intuition, and fun.  It is governed by thegoddess Hestia and its sign is The IntertwinedRings, or True Friendship.As a Yellow Rose, you always look out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157942009819374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157942009819374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108157942009819374' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108157414594951621</id><published>2004-04-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T22:20:11.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are indigo...Indigo is the most recent auracolor to arrive on the planet. Indigos areushering in a new energy, a new consciousness,and a new age of peace and harmony. WhereasViolets feel driven to help save the planet, toeducate the masses, and to improve life here,Indigos are here to live as examples of a newhigher awareness.At this writing, most of the Indigos are children,although there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157414594951621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157414594951621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108157414594951621' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108157104787430519</id><published>2004-04-09T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:39:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... i absolutely love pearlene!!! -grin- (if pearlene sees this, she'll start laughing like crazy...but i don't think she would, so oh well... all the more i can declare my undying love for her...:D) i am so influenced by ying dan...-shakes head sadly- oh well, but i haven't told you all the reason for loving pearlene right? she helped me to upload my files into my CCA folder!!! -overwhelmed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157104787430519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108157104787430519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108157104787430519' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108150383114585025</id><published>2004-04-09T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:47:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha,i took this test at emode...Your IQ score is 135 This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others. Your Intellectual Type is Visionary Philosopher. This means you are highly intelligent and have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a variety of different ways. Like Plato</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108150383114585025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108150383114585025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108150383114585025' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108149367044739575</id><published>2004-04-08T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T23:58:13.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm...today's good friday! no school... have to do sia, study chinese like crazy, coz chinese test on tues... haven't studied a word yet... my mom is currently playing a scary song on the radio... evil man...trying to drown it out with loud speaker volume...:Dqing tian is a really nice song!!! ok, i liked it long time before, so what? haha, i shall like it all over again, now that i know the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108149367044739575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108149367044739575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108149367044739575' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108134479780502457</id><published>2004-04-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T06:48:25.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three is the number that represents wholeness andcompleteness. The Pythagoreans considered threeto be the first whole number because, likethree pebbles laid out in a row, it has abeginning, middle, and an end.  Most thingscome in groups of three; past-present-future ormind-body-spirit.  As a three, you willprobably experience a lot of success in yourlife.  Threes are lucky, rich, and easy-going,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108134479780502457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108134479780502457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108134479780502457' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108133197179087338</id><published>2004-04-07T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T03:03:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. today was fast... it passed by so fast. weird... we had this silly game during bio. we were supposed to fill up the blank boxes. and then she accidentally showed us the answers at the beginning, so she was ahhing and decided not to show us the screen... so amusing. when she was saying we were going to play a game, and looked so pleased, i almost thought that it was something that consisted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108133197179087338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108133197179087338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108133197179087338' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108126557536717015</id><published>2004-04-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:36:35.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think it's kinda amazing, how sometimes, we share so many things in common with complete strangers... is it really just coincidence or something? or is it just because there are not enough things to be different about...XP oh well...today's cca was quite uptight... i think mrs tan is getting stressed out... poor thing. we are kinda slack, and then there are a few pple who work like crazy... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108126557536717015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108126557536717015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108126557536717015' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108115891086139359</id><published>2004-04-05T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T02:58:48.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lolz, i have just found this power web music thingy, so now, whenever i post lyrics, i shall add the song to it, so you all can hum to the music! :):D lolz. as if you will..(i have absolutely no faith in you...XP)ok... this is a song which i had posted the lyrics last time... behind blue eyes by limp bizkit. bit of the lyrics' on my nick... so enjoy! :D (i think i'm beginning to sound like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108115891086139359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108115891086139359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108115891086139359' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108115851887978235</id><published>2004-04-05T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T02:52:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbowSomewhere over the rainbowWay up highThere's a land that I heard ofOnce in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbowSkies are blueAnd the dreams that you dare to dreamReally do come true Some day I'll wish upon a starAnd wake up where the clouds are far behind meWhere troubles melt like lemondropsAway above the chimney topsThat's where you'll find me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108115851887978235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108115851887978235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108115851887978235' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108106643873099828</id><published>2004-04-04T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:17:35.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gosh, this is getting freaky. how come i always choose the same face as pearlene?! and it's not just this time you know... lots of other times already! weird or what? -blink- i don't think she's noticed though... lol, and that's good. coz it seems as though i'm copying her and everything, coz i'm not... really. though all evidence points at me...-nods frantically- yep, believe what you want, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108106643873099828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108106643873099828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108106643873099828' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108106415077414242</id><published>2004-04-03T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T01:42:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dreams are getting freaky! arghhh! now i am extremely scared of heights! even more than before...i was this girl who was being persecuted in my dream... and then i was trying to escape from this scary woman... so i had to climb out of my house... and that's a big thing, coz my house is on the 14th storey!!! arghhh.. it was seriously freaky. and i was shaking and shaking, and generally freaking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108106415077414242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108106415077414242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108106415077414242' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108100084635740702</id><published>2004-04-03T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T06:04:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh... i was kinda pissed on friday, vonked out the entire day. i wonder why? i kinda snapped at yyd, coz i'm kinda irritated with pple who keep asking me for tissue! it's really pissing me off, the way thay treat me as though i am there to supply them with tissue, and it's a must that i supply them. yyd's attitude is pissing me off! -_-" or maybe i juz have an attitude prob on that dayand i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108100084635740702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108100084635740702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108100084635740702' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108074722127285150</id><published>2004-03-31T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T07:37:13.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we dissected a rat! it was quite interesting, though too bad mrs tan snatched my paper away before i could complete drawing and labelling it...-sulks-oh well... it's quite amazing to actually see real intestines and organs and such, but it wasn't as disgusting as i thought it would be....there was hardly any blood...and it wasn't as gory as my imagination had led me to believe. nad i think</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108074722127285150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108074722127285150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108074722127285150' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108065812516601726</id><published>2004-03-30T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T06:52:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we had our first ever pe lesson of the term! new module! basketball... it wasn't too hard though, though i kept losing control of the ball...-sheepish look-. and ms chang spent sooo long telling us her rules and everything, expectations... etc. etc.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108065812516601726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108065812516601726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108065812516601726' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108065278576964416</id><published>2004-03-30T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T05:23:16.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weaving in and outdancing between the strands of my hair.making them float around,teasing them,pulling them up to the surface with all their might.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108065278576964416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108065278576964416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108065278576964416' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108064906678948443</id><published>2004-03-30T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T04:21:17.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Artist: Limp BizkitSong: Behind Blue Eyes Lyrics written by Pete TownsendNo one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes An' no one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies [Chorus:]But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108064906678948443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108064906678948443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108064906678948443' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108055651436665587</id><published>2004-03-29T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T02:38:43.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i used to not understand why pple break down... now i sort of do. usually i'm the sort of person who bottle things up, then when i meet a random unlucky person somewhere anywhere, i just spill alot of things to that person... but this happens only when correct buttons are pushed, or else i just talk to myself/the person in my head to relieve pressure...sigh... nowadays pressure's piling on my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108055651436665587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108055651436665587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108055651436665587' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108047292848921099</id><published>2004-03-28T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T03:25:36.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you want someone to become cleverer, do you call them stupid?! however frustrated you are with them, you can't call them stupid man! wth?! they are probably frustrated with themselves too! and even worse, it's with themselves, which they cannot hide from, or escape from... you are ruining their hope by calling them stupid, slowly picking apart their self-esteem...and one day, if that person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108047292848921099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108047292848921099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108047292848921099' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108045997468891404</id><published>2004-03-27T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T23:49:42.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>argh! i have tried to send the stupid leopard cat pics to geraldine, but to no avail! sigh... too big or something... leopard cats are really beautiful! they have wonderful markings... very distinct and elegant! argh! maybe her inbox isn't cleared or something! grrr...i sent it to myself, and it works! wth... that means there's something wrong with her email account or something! ahh, i give up! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108045997468891404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108045997468891404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108045997468891404' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108040250389331426</id><published>2004-03-27T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T07:51:50.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yes, oh yes... i can't believe i forgot to tag about flag day! -gasp- i was flag selling with grace! she's an absolutely adorable flag-seller... those who say don't want to buy flags from her must have something wrong with their heads man! she's so cute! and then she gives you the cutest look when she asks pple... and i just grin and grin like mad... until my cheek muscles started hurting! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108040250389331426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108040250389331426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108040250389331426' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108040052782714355</id><published>2004-03-27T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T07:18:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i saw this really cute page, and couldn't resist posting it... sorry :D, go and see it! it's really funny and amusing :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108040052782714355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108040052782714355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108040052782714355' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108039949254274638</id><published>2004-03-27T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T07:01:38.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... a poem by me...A fleeting shadow amongst the crowdsFlickering between people.Almost transparent, invisible to the eyeTo you but not to all.Grazing shoulders, Both without a greeting.Passing each other On opposite sides of a street.They were close once, weren't they?Why so far now?Passing each other numerous times,Not once with acknowledgment.Passing close to each other, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108039949254274638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108039949254274638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108039949254274638' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108039611535408508</id><published>2004-03-27T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T06:05:22.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love the tune of this song!!! so nice...Song: Rise and FallArtists: Craig David and StingAlbum: Slicker Than Your AverageSometimes in life you feel the fight is over And it seems as though the writing’s on the wall Superstar you’ve finally made it But once your picture becomes tainted It’s what they call the rise &amp; fall I always said that I was gonna make it Now it’s plain for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108039611535408508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108039611535408508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108039611535408508' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108020172338423380</id><published>2004-03-25T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:05:27.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... i am absolutely in love with moulin rouge!! it's so nice! absolutely beautiful and wonderful voices swirling all around and all the flashy and colourful costumes!!! ahhhh....the sec 4s are using a moulin rouge song... it's so sad... you know that roxanne song almost at the end? yes that one! and they are using red and black flags, so its super dramatic!!! so nice!!! the guy that likes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108020172338423380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108020172338423380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108020172338423380' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108020062404949760</id><published>2004-03-24T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:47:07.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are guided by the wind. You obey your impulses.You are the kind of person that is always comngup with ideas that would be fun, yet somewhatdestructive. (Rate my test) What force is your soul? brought to you by QuizillaFulfilling Duty. Whether this is based on whatsociety has taught you or your own sense ofright and wrong, you have a strong sense ofduty that you need to fulfill in order to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108020062404949760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108020062404949760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108020062404949760' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-108019889027957782</id><published>2004-03-24T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:18:13.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... janice is so super lihai!!! i seriously am envying her for being able to draw so prettily..all the pic's are sooooo nice! -squeals- okok...fine, i'm going crazy... but they are really good... this is janice's sitein school right now, waiting for the time to go for my math tuition. sigh... since i haven't touched the com for 2 day, i'm breaking my ban on computers...:D (this feels great!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108019889027957782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/108019889027957782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108019889027957782' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107996163561218898</id><published>2004-03-22T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T05:23:55.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whahaha... tmr we have a party! to welcome sec 1s... so fun! can eat pizza!! (and most of all i don't have to do the stupid minutes!!! ~ahahahaha!!)oh today was really weird... returning to school after such a loong time... feels a bit odd you know. with all the freedon in the world in a day, then with stuck between two people the next (not htat i'm complaining, since i sorta miss both of them! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107996163561218898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107996163561218898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107996163561218898' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107975401459392903</id><published>2004-03-19T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:43:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song: " Where Is The Love? "Artist: Black Eyed PeasAlbum: ElephunkWhat's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107975401459392903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107975401459392903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107975401459392903' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107950799121385085</id><published>2004-03-16T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:53:34.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go to this really nice poem thing...it's really nice and cute!!! -hyper from reading too many emails-I Wish for YouComfort on difficult days, Smiles when sadness intrudes, Rainbows to follow the clouds, Laughter to kiss your lips, Sunsets to warm your heart, Gentle hugs when spirits sag, Friendships to brighten your being, Beauty for your eyes to see, Confidence for when you doubt, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107950799121385085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107950799121385085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107950799121385085' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107950680581667679</id><published>2004-03-16T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T23:03:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.""Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him." "There's something you should know the son continued, "he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107950680581667679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107950680581667679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107950680581667679' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107942330426749456</id><published>2004-03-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T23:51:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry pple, i'm out of the temporary happy song mood, and and back to the sad song mood... here's a really pretty song that i couldn't download by gareth gates...[insert applause sound track here]Artist: Gareth Gates Album: Go Your Own Way Song: Say It Isn't SoSkies are dark it's time for rainFinal call you board the trainHeading for tomorrowI wave goodbye to yesterdaysWipe the tears </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107942330426749456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107942330426749456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107942330426749456' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107918702105128062</id><published>2004-03-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T06:13:29.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whaaa!!! obs... sniffles... it was really tough while we were going through it, and it really felt terrible while going through it... muscle cramps every single morning, sore toes and thighs and shoulders.. and when jennifer had her major breakdown, i really felt like crying too... but i started reprimanding myself very harshly, and told myself to stay strong... afterall i told jennifer that too,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107918702105128062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107918702105128062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107918702105128062' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107831967824554741</id><published>2004-03-03T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T05:17:33.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahaha~today, we had fire drill!!! yay! so fun... then we were so guai, sitting in the basketball court quietly...-snorts- like real... oh well, we were laughing quite loudly, but the sec 2s were even louder, so they cancelled us out! lol, is there such thing?hmm... oh yes, gen ny is out... has my horrible pic in it... oh well, i look kinda cynical in it... can't bear to look at myself looking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107831967824554741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107831967824554741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107831967824554741' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107823879042141234</id><published>2004-03-02T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:49:24.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... tagging at pear's g-bk is so fun... i'm quite surprised that she hasn't gone to me and tell me to stop hogging the book.. oh well, then i shall be reall nice and stop for a week (obs) or maybe two weeks if i can. but the two weeks one is virtually impossible coz march holidays i am kinda wu liao and quite free..heh too bad for everyone.hmm... today no cca, felt so weird... sigh, i really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107823879042141234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107823879042141234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107823879042141234' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107814209773851711</id><published>2004-03-01T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T04:00:20.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>human beings are so bloody possessive... they have words like "mine, your's, her's, their's" not like it actually matters who it belongs to right? we could SHARE!!!! tt's what adults always say but they're always saying the words mine, myyes... this thought came across my mind when this stupid star registry thingy popped up one too many times...i mean, naming stars? you can't even carry it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107814209773851711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107814209773851711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107814209773851711' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107813976767437290</id><published>2004-03-01T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T06:29:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh... this really nice jay chou song is stuck in my head!!! all because kerr made me see this really cute cartoon  and also partly because i heard it on the song dedication thingy in school on friendship day... arghh... it's really nice though, and i have just realised that jay chou's songs are really nice and very catchy too!!! which is the whole big problem, coz i like it alot, and i can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107813976767437290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107813976767437290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107813976767437290' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107805593359392749</id><published>2004-02-29T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T04:01:43.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is getting kinda freaky, i only dream on saturday nights... or more accurately, sunday mornings, just before i wake up, there will be this dream about this guy... i can't really see the guy,  but he acts a bit like pearlene... weird...so scary... i hope i can see him clearer... a guy with a blurred face? maybe i should wear my glasses to sleep...um... supposed to do my bio thingy... i dunno</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107805593359392749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107805593359392749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107805593359392749' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107771450840824425</id><published>2004-02-25T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T05:11:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, wufan is so evil.. she's the evilest person i have ever known... she cuts words like grass.... serious... really... she's really good at summarizing i suppose...-_-"oh yes... emotional dumping ground... -_-stress from xin yingamazement at seeing grace's earsadmiring grace's hairlistening to xin ying ramblecouncilor's lame attempt to brainwash useveryone ignoring memrs tan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107771450840824425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107771450840824425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107771450840824425' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107763501982157529</id><published>2004-02-24T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T07:06:24.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, just before green club, cheryl was like, you have grown darker?! so i was saying... yeah... then related to her my story about being red... so she looked really pleased that only her nose was red... hmph i get dark easily, then it'll just fade away to my normal colour... i look funny tan you know...:Dargh, i am secretary... that is kinda bad you kno, have to type stuff and everything... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107763501982157529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107763501982157529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107763501982157529' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107736225853559886</id><published>2004-02-21T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T03:34:21.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my legs are dropping off... i totally feel like killing mrs tan!!! ahhhh... i walked about 5 km today or something, and i just found out lactic acid hurts!!! hurts like shit...lol, i heard this guy swearing, dunno about what... he was fishing, so i think it's about the fish he caught? so i was like, "I did not hear that, i did not hear that..." and xin ni was saying, " yes you did, yes you did" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107736225853559886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107736225853559886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107736225853559886' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107710685114402481</id><published>2004-02-18T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T04:58:08.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have know you quite long haven't I?and I thought I knew you quite well.but now I know that isn't true.why isn't it?I know you. I know that I know you.but why does it seem that I don't.You seem so familiar,I'm sure I've seen you before.But why can't I recognise who you are,But only who you were, and the things that you had said.Is it just me, or have you really changed?You are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107710685114402481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107710685114402481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107710685114402481' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107710371476796276</id><published>2004-02-18T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T03:31:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have promised myself to wake up a bit earlier tmr so i can catch the earlier bus... seriously, i will try my very best. no, it's not because of a cute guy or anything...(lolz, you can wait till the sky falls on your head :D) but because of this stupid irritating idiotic soldier guy (probably doing his ns) who blasts S.H.E. songs on his headphones... he doesn't wear them, but hangs them around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107710371476796276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107710371476796276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107710371476796276' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107683001665976192</id><published>2004-02-14T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:42:06.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i went to that mpp thingy... it was so nice in vs audi...the aircon, the cozy and comfy chair, and last but not least, the speaker's droning voice...so nice and sleepy... i had to really stop myself from falling asleep..:Doh, friday's tuition was really interesting...!!! so fun... lol, we had to do this free writing thingy, where you keep writing without stopping for around 10 minutes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107683001665976192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107683001665976192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107683001665976192' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107659833238113123</id><published>2004-02-12T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T07:09:59.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what?! the person that i now admire most is WOLFGANG MOZART!!! he has an impossibly long name, so i shall not spell it all out, as i would spell it wrong anyway... um... i'm quite inspired by him after watching amadeus... he's such a genius you know, can actually hear the whole entire orchestra by just looking at the score... but i suppose it's expected of musicians..but he's so li hai!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107659833238113123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107659833238113123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107659833238113123' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107631869259712632</id><published>2004-02-09T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T01:27:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, i haven't blogged for such a loong time... oh well, didn't even realise it until today. i really don't feel like changing my mood thingy, coz mercurial pretty much covers every single thing, coz i'm usually tempermental anywayz :Dis that a good thing or a bad thing? i dunno, but at least i know how to control my anger from showing usually... but i can't read pple's feelings usually, so it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107631869259712632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107631869259712632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107631869259712632' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107589467778444630</id><published>2004-02-04T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T03:40:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we finally finished watching lei yu today!! so pleased.. i find it so amusing to see the guy and the maid sound so mushy... so funny really very very, especially the part where the maid's brother cursed the guy's entire family, without knowing that he is actually cursing himself too, coz they were from the same mother and father... lol.i really don't believe it... they committed incest!! INCEST!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107589467778444630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107589467778444630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589467778444630' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107552885787196546</id><published>2004-01-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:03:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol... i just realised that my mother had a really really long breath... she was ranting at my brother for not paying attention.. or scolding rather..:)tom yam soup rox... it's really nice, tho it's kinda spicy... i tried in in thailand last year, and it was really really spicy... then yesterday, my grandma's maid (who was staying temporarily in our house, she left today) cooked it.. it's really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107552885787196546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107552885787196546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107552885787196546' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107538407677717511</id><published>2004-01-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T05:50:06.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh... my neighbours downstairs had paint splashed on their gate... the paint remover stinks man... stinking me up when i just had a bath...XP lol. i don't think i stink yet... but even if i do, everyone around me also stinks, so it doesn't matter!! :Dhey, today tuition had more pple!! lol... this guy was so funny... he keeps talking on his hp, even when the teacher is in class... but then my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107538407677717511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107538407677717511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107538407677717511' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107494500503461128</id><published>2004-01-24T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T03:52:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know... sometimes life is so coincidental... i mean.. in school we were juz talking about death and stuff and just nice, my grandma dies... so deja vu-ish right? oh well... stuff like this always happens to me... things i think about will like actually come into life... and will happen... like power of the mind or something... oh yar, anyway... i believe in that...  not like you care... but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107494500503461128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107494500503461128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107494500503461128' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107494471493008186</id><published>2004-01-24T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T03:47:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tired... i feel like i am living in an entirely different universe sometimes... sometimes things juz seem so surreal, like i am watching my life go by... watching time pass away... something like watching my own life on tv. anyone understands? sigh, i doubt so...lolz. but i supposed that's the reason y i write everything i think of here :) coz no one ever reads it...and coz no one understands </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107494471493008186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107494471493008186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107494471493008186' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107443975085578679</id><published>2004-01-18T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T07:31:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a poem i had just found...Carving A Name by Horatio Alger JrI wrote my name upon the sand, And trusted it would stand for aye;But, soon, alas! the refluent sea Had washed my feeble lines away.I carved my name upon the wood, And, after years, returned again;I missed the shadow of the tree That stretched of old upon the plain.To solid marble next, my name I gave as a perpetual</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107443975085578679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107443975085578679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107443975085578679' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107431371891893742</id><published>2004-01-16T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T20:30:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If at times you feel you want to cry And life seems such a trial Above the clouds theres a bright blue sky So make your tears a smile. As you travel on lifes way With its many ups and downs Remember its quite true to say One smile is worth a dozen frowns. Among the worlds expensive things A smile is very cheap And when you give a smile away, You get one back to keep. Happiness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431371891893742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431371891893742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431371891893742' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107431332997127031</id><published>2004-01-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T20:24:03.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No man/woman is worth your tears and the only one who is, will never make you cry. If you love someone, put their name in a circle, instead of a heart, because hearts can break, but circles go on forever.Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don't say.If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I'd be at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431332997127031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431332997127031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431332997127031' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107431329136712031</id><published>2004-01-16T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T20:23:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol, there was something wrong with my speakers juz now, so i off-ed it and on-ed it again... anything but ordinary by avril lavigne is nice :D.hm.. i was thinking the other day, poser is not a very accurate word to describe someone... i mean, after all, you can't just judge pple by their appearances right? if you don't even know someone well enough, and you juz look at his style of dressing and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431329136712031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107431329136712031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107431329136712031' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107424624815955224</id><published>2004-01-16T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T01:46:00.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>facelessYou have to look beyond the face,To see the person true,Deep down within my inner spaceI am the same as you;I've counted since that fire burntthe many lessons that I have learnt.You have to talk to me and notThe skin that holds me,I took the wisdom that I gotTo make sure that I win;I'm counting weaker folk than meWho look but truly cannot see.I've seen compassion from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107424624815955224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107424624815955224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107424624815955224' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107417489485592881</id><published>2004-01-15T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T06:15:23.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so super irritated today...the stupid lms site is down!!! bloody stupid idiotic site is down... how do they expect us to do the stupid stuff for them manz...sheeshstupid lms, stupid lms, stupid lms ...-chants-we went to the body worlds thing today... it was so so so nice :D very cool... i love muscles... they look kinda cool... a bit like salmon fish... whoo~ so nice.. oh well... and i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107417489485592881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107417489485592881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107417489485592881' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107374159719626013</id><published>2004-01-10T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T05:34:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lol... i think you all kno this one... but oh well... it's sick though... i should warn you first i guess... cheryl sent it to me...:D but i think the first paart is so funny coz it's so tedious...:)THE LITTLE GREEN MAN There once was a little green man living in a little green house on the top of a little green hill. One day the little green man wanted to take a bath so he went and took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107374159719626013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107374159719626013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107374159719626013' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107374108450362017</id><published>2004-01-10T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T05:26:26.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh...school has started, and everyone is bogged down with homework...blearh... oh well, i am sitting right in the middle of the class... so cham... but i choose the seat, so i suppose i have no one to blame...XP wu fan sits besde me on the right, zi ying on the left... lolx... zing is so funny... she wrote FCUK wrongly.. and we burst out in laughter until our tummies hurt...then, her face </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107374108450362017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107374108450362017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107374108450362017' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107269294983509781</id><published>2003-12-29T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T02:17:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha... went on a holiday to thailand. came back on saturday evening/night. it was kinda fun sometimes and really dreary when we are transporting to somewhere else on the bus. everyone starts to draw the curtains and it gets kinda dark and gloomy... then you can't see all the wonderful stuff outside! sigh... but they were sleeping anywayz//we went to this place called dream world. i think it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107269294983509781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107269294983509781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107269294983509781' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107086654612846988</id><published>2003-12-07T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:56:47.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know, i sometimes wonder about those pple who are forever happy and carefree... do they actually get upset too? maybe they only get upset when they are very very hurt or stuff... or issit just that they are hiding their feelings so pple can't hurt them? oh well...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107086654612846988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107086654612846988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107086654612846988' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107086510024894042</id><published>2003-12-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:37:44.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haa... i have just changed my template... i love this one!!! tho it's still black...-_-''</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107086510024894042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107086510024894042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107086510024894042' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-107026960202566252</id><published>2003-12-01T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T01:07:34.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man... green club has now turned into health/ environmental society... like, WOW, just so great... the name sux... seriously, it sounds so boring...*sniffles* then we wouldn't attract anyone!!! ahhh.... so unfair... so so unfair... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107026960202566252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/107026960202566252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107026960202566252' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106924311734692248</id><published>2003-11-19T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T03:59:12.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh... anyone knows how to bath with out touching and aggravating your wounds? anyone? i really don't feel like bathing in this condition... it just started hurting more... owww.... so shit... is there actually a way of bathing without touching your wound? anyone? any ideas? stupid scraped knee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106924311734692248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106924311734692248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106924311734692248' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106922214365155693</id><published>2003-11-18T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T22:09:38.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so super unfortunate today... i dunno what's wrong with me man...1. i woke up late.... the stupid alarm din ring... or maybe i din hear it...2. i lost my wallet for the fourth time altogether or something...3. i missed my stop... and i had to walk a loooong way back to choronation plaza...4. the stupid school gate wasn't open... so i had to practice my leg muscles again....5. i fell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106922214365155693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106922214365155693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106922214365155693' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106922142221674511</id><published>2003-11-18T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T21:57:36.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha...  look at this:Blogger employees love their Moms as much as you do. We also strive to understand the needs and concerns of our users in these complex times. Be nice to your Mom and call her at least once a week. Take her out to lunch once in a while, show some respect. And most importantly, don't give her more to worry about than she already has — if that means steering her gently away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106922142221674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106922142221674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106922142221674511' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106912352126664057</id><published>2003-11-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:45:54.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am in the process of trying to make two decisions...shall i join IP or IB or just stick to normal.... -shrug- i really dunno about this one...ok... the next problem... this is a simple one really... i am trying to decide whether to put woon jeck's site or blog... i mean, it isn't fair to everyone else if i put two on, so shall i juz put the blog or the site....? :S -puzzled- oh well, woon jeck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106912352126664057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106912352126664057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912352126664057' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106912237011258439</id><published>2003-11-17T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:26:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arghh.... so dead... now i have to do irs... i dunno what to do... die... die.. die.. die...x| sigh... haven't do any homework yet.. trying to type sideways.... very hard... very very hard.... is there such thing as harder? oh well... it's coz shean han is sitting next to me, ooking at pearlene's compputer.... sigh... i didn't get into smp... oh well... nvm then, what shall i do for irs? any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106912237011258439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106912237011258439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912237011258439' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106846998620932956</id><published>2003-11-10T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T05:13:29.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha... my cousin is so cute... so funny man... he sends me funny emails which are so cute and gross...:)&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend: has never seen you cry &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Best friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Best friend: opens the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106846998620932956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106846998620932956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106846998620932956' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106804263401669694</id><published>2003-11-05T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T06:30:50.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 5, Dragon: The Weaver."And The Dragon seperated the virtuous fromthe sinful.  He tore his eyes from his socketsand used them to peer into the souls of thoseon trial to make a judgement.  He knew thatwith endless knowledge came endlessresponsibility."Some examples of the Dragon Form are Athena(Greek), St. Peter (Christian), and Surya(Indian).The Dragon is associated with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106804263401669694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106804263401669694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106804263401669694' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106804166778606300</id><published>2003-11-05T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T06:28:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm... i wanna be an artist when i grow up... sigh, don't laugh... i really want to be an artist or a photographer...my dad says they don't earn much, and who cares about being happy when you can't even fill your stomach... and i always tell him that if you are happy, it doesn't really matter if you are poor... isn't that better than being rich but doing something you don't want to be? it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106804166778606300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106804166778606300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106804166778606300' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3820017.post-106803819292019169</id><published>2003-11-05T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T05:16:49.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the Beginning (Donna Lewis &amp; Richard Marx)We were strangers, starting out on a journeyNever dreaming, what we'd have to go throughNow here we are, I'm suddenly standingAt the beginning with youNo one told me, I was going to find youUnexpected, what you did to my heartWhen I lost hopeYou were there to remind meThis is the startChorus:And life is a road and I wanna keep goin'Love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106803819292019169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3820017/posts/default/106803819292019169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starising.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106803819292019169' title=''/><author><name>yujji-</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
