<?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-8208033</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:14:15.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lady is a tramp...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-113033175813553718</id><published>2005-10-26T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:02:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like just deleting this blog and getting an lj instead.&lt;br /&gt;its like much more fun and not so....manual?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;as in its hell of a lot easier to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;soon, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't wait for the dreaded o's to be over and done with. can't wait to get out of ping yi and be freeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get a job, and shop like mad and stay out all night and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i guess i better think about actually &lt;strong&gt;doing &lt;/strong&gt;the actual exams huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i don't feel scared bout the o's...maybe its cos i've never in my life had to take a major exam. i haven been through pri. school streaming, psle...lol. so somehow i don't know how it feels and how you're supposed to feel when you're taking a major exam. lol. sucks to have your actual first major exam as the most important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to really miss aus...as in all my friends from school. i've been talking to the girl that is coming down later this year and i just realised how much i missed my school life there! especially this one girl, monica. omg. i find that she really understands me. lol. pity that she rarely comes online and the times that we actually are online together, somehow msn screws up. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i'm starting to feel the urge to start hanging round with people my age. like i feel that alot of the people around me (alot, &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;all) are kinda immature and just don't get the things that i do. like sometimes i wish i didn't have to stay back so i could at least be with people my own age group...&lt;br /&gt;although i have to say that there are many out there who even though may be a year younger, but they so totally get what i say and mean and i love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-113033175813553718?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-113006361571921702</id><published>2005-10-23T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:33:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw a lovebite on my mum's chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 kids also not enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-113006361571921702?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/113006361571921702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=113006361571921702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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believed in all that i-need-to-get-it-off-my-chest and and really believe that no one would think anything bout what you say, then you are &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; a naiive little thing that needs to get a paperback diary.&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;uses their blogs to get back at people they dont like. so don't assume that you can say the most controversial things and &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;have anyone comment, assume or infer things from it. its a public blog! if you have personal matters you don't want people discussing, don't publish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean whatever i've said so far on my blog. if you don't like it or agree, tough. if i regretted whatever i said, i would've taken it off by now but i haven't. i think i have a right to my own opinion and if you are not happy about it, then its okay cos i don't expect people to agree with every little thing i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that if you don't like people getting angry over what you say, then don't get angry over what others say.&lt;br /&gt;its a total contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i don't really care what happens to me, but i feel damn bad when there is someone else involved. cos the person didn't do anything wrong (and neither did i actually, but still) and now they're in a huge shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. perhaps i should keep my mouth shut bout what i say on this thing cos people seem to get the wrong idea. i would seriously &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;to use names whenever i bitch just so others won't misunderstand and think its them, but hey, i can't do that either can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can i do now? i think i'll just stop all this complaining about people and their annoying traits. cos frankly, when its to do with me alone, i don't really care, but i hate it when others get involved so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one last thing. whenever people complain about others on blogs, everyone quickly assumes that its them the person is talking about.&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;do these people that think its them actually wonder &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt; they have done something wrong to invoke such feelings?&lt;br /&gt;does the description of what the person complained about fit what you've done?&lt;br /&gt;cos to be honest, whenever you read a complaint about someone and you assume its yourself, then you're probably guilty of what the person complained about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, you'd have no reason to think it was yourself, now would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112991515444060300?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112991515444060300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112991515444060300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112991515444060300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112991515444060300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-believe-that-when-you-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112979929677885345</id><published>2005-10-20T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T17:08:16.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE DOWN AND 10 MORE TO GO!&lt;br /&gt;o level papers, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was our science practical. how did i do?&lt;br /&gt;well for physics instead of getting the 9.5-10.5 like we were supposed to, i had 7.7&lt;br /&gt;and for chem, instead of getting zinc nitrate, i had aluminium nitrate.&lt;br /&gt;omg! terrible i tell you. i was too embarassed to do all the 'checking-of-gases-test' thing cos the stupid invigilator lady kept looking at me. esp after i tried lighting the bunsen burner with the test tube holder....&lt;br /&gt;*oh the horror, oh the horror!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whats done is done. i'm pretty confident of all my observation stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the freaking lock up was so boring, i swear. we didn't know what to do during those torturous 4 hours, that we did lame stuff (ok, all the lame stuff were MY ideas, and i admit they were lame la) like stack scrabble letters (??) and make dominos outta scrabble letters (??????).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only fun we had was when mr wee was teaching us a new version of scrabble which i'm not gonna describe here cos i can't be bothered, but he spelt words like breasts, juicy and other words which is so not like mr wee! but of course he didn't do it on purpose, but this is the same guy that covers the screen with his hands when a kissing scene comes up during a movie he's showing us!!!&lt;br /&gt;madness, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out my friend from australia is coming down in december! whoopeeee! shes actually from singapore but then migrated to aus. i cant get rid of her actually, no matter where i am, i'll manage to bump into her. firstly, she went to the same kindergarten as me in singapore, before she migrated to aus, then when i migrated to aus, i happened to be in the same class in primary school, then she left for another school, then halfway while i was in high school, she came to my school! omg!&lt;br /&gt;we had a joke that later on she'd marry my brother and live with me forever. but now shes coming over to sg for a holiday, which is gonna be pretty cool. awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum was so nice to me. she actually bought me a coconut and samosas. weird. so unlike her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway shan, i bought one. lol!&lt;br /&gt;but i sold the remaining 17 to azhar.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep it to yourself =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112979929677885345?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112979929677885345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112979929677885345' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what darlings, i think i've fallen in love.&lt;br /&gt;and its not bhushan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way to my heart is through my stomach, and that's what this very special person has done.&lt;br /&gt;just makes me feel so satisfied, and oh-so-very-happy.&lt;br /&gt;i may not have met her yet (yes darlings, its a SHE!)&lt;br /&gt;but already i'm head over heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;sara lee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112946623709954857?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112946623709954857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A day in the life of Tara:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;alarm goes off at 7.30am, hits snooze button&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;alarm goes off after 10mins, hits snooze button again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;alarm goes off again, but this time, puts alarm off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;wakes up after 30mins; goes to the kitchen to eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;read papers; eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch tv; eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;shop at parkway; eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;come home; eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;eat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;you got that right kids, that's my typical day. i've eaten way too much today. its terrible i tell you. i really don't know how i'm gonna fit into my dress for grad night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've been shopping ridiculously recently. like yesterday, i bought a pair of purple earrings, AND a purple long necklace thing. i don't know why i bought it. since when do i like purple enough to actually wear purple accessories?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway i've been thinking about it, and i think i wanna start a jewellry shop. after seeing my cousin's website, i think its so cool! and i would definitely prefer doing that for the rest of my life instead of some office job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright kids, i gotta go watch gilmore girls now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;that show. i practically spend the whole week waiting for sunday at 6pm. yes, i have no life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm craving for something i shouldn't be craving for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but its cos of ''stresssss'' (yeah right)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nadiah darling, shall we have another rendezvous on the ecp?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112945740671647321?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112945740671647321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112945740671647321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112945740671647321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112945740671647321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-in-life-of-taraalarm-goes-off-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112929313865797359</id><published>2005-10-14T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T20:40:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just took a personality test. and its so accurate, its &lt;strong&gt;freaky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i know i seem to be taking alot of these tests. but i can't help it. its so amazingly true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong to be able to recognise your bad qualities?&lt;br /&gt;i mean like if you could recognise your bad qualities, then shouldn't you change in order to get rid of those bad qualities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well school today was...unlike any other school day. i spent practically the whole day in the library doing, or rather, &lt;strong&gt;rushing &lt;/strong&gt;my o level art prep work. ms jew nearly gave me a heart attack when she said that those who hand up after 1230pm will get an f9. omg. i nearly died on the spot cos i didn't do much the night before. anyway i didn't know how to present my final piece idea on the mounting board so i thought of an easy way out:&lt;br /&gt;just putting a picture of my final piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that 'fantastic' idea wasted a whole load of my free minutes &lt;strong&gt;but! &lt;/strong&gt;i managed to meet bhushan. he is SO sweet! he was sick and didn't come to school, but when i asked him to come to school to pick up my camera and develop the photos, he actually came. and considering how perpetually tired he is, thats a huge thing.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you my darling hairy man!&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm kinda boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the o level coursework is finally &lt;strong&gt;done &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;out of the way. FINALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks be to god, thanks be to god....i'm feeling really thankful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well i'm online and feeling bored and i &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;should be getting to my books...but just a little while more.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in yahoo pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai_chi_master0728: lonely dick looking for something warm. anybody there?&lt;br /&gt;ocinnavredteir: ur hand, u prick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112929313865797359?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112929313865797359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFA5B2;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romanceYou love to kiss under the stars or by the seaThe perfect kiss involves the perfect moodIt's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112921022117493482?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112921022117493482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112921022117493482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112921022117493482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112921022117493482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/10/youre-romantic-kisserfor-you-kissing.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112912818620921955</id><published>2005-10-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:43:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm too sexy for my shirt,&lt;br /&gt;too sexy for my shirt,&lt;br /&gt;too sexy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about that. i'm kinda getting carried away with my sexy man-voice.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just found out, on the way home from tuition, that my legs are SOOOO short, that the length of my legs is the same length of the seat in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i just bought a kick-ass jacket recently.&lt;br /&gt;its bloody awesome and i try it on everyday.&lt;br /&gt;only thing is that now, i'm $50 in debt.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i promised my darling brother ryan that i'd only be on for the MAX ten minutes so i gotsta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112912818620921955?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112912818620921955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112912818620921955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112912818620921955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112912818620921955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-too-sexy-for-my-shirt-too-sexy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112879076837537456</id><published>2005-10-09T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:59:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i'm blogging just because i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i hate it how people are just so fake. i just hate it how they just act so nice to your face when they actually can't be bothered with you. its all just lip service just so you won't get a bad impression of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? if i don't like you, i show it. i mean like i have lost quite a number of friends cos of this but what the hell. i don't really care. i mean like i admit i bitch/gossip alot, maybe more than i really should but at the same time, i don't go up to the very person i bitched about and suck up to them. if they talk to me i talk to them, politely enough but not overly friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't stand how people can just be so fake. they'll be like, omg i can't stand so-and-so. she's so....blablabla. then the next minute you know she's all over the very person she ''can't stand''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what i hate more than fakes? people that have no freaking mind of their own. its like if alot of people didn't like someone, they too would join in the bitching. better still when they treat that very person like a god/goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's all this rush to be so popular? what is it with people and their image nowadays? it pisses me off, watching people walk all over others just so they can be recognised as a 'somebody'. even if they are not really a 'somebody' and its just all for show. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that nowadays i'm really whiny. but what the hell. if reading this causes you to get irritated with whatever i said then you're probably guilty of what i said earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i know i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i wish i was a guy. all they do is play soccer and perve at hot girls. and even if they are angry with someone, after playing soccer, *poof! things are fine and dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't girls let go of things as easily as guys. seriously. guys have got it so easy. if one of their friends responds rudely to them, they think nothing of it. but we, girls, will analyse every single syllable right down to whether it was an exclamation mark, or a full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks being a girl sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was reading the papers bout how the two sexes react differently when they found out their spouse had an affair. the woman would just get depressed and the guy would totally go ballistic and beat up the wife or some shit. in most cases, that is.&lt;br /&gt;but what really irritated me was, when they said: somehow the women don't react so violently, as it is somehow socially accepted for men to have affairs.&lt;br /&gt;and i was likeeee...what????&lt;br /&gt;are you trying to say that jus because alot of men a unfaithful bastards, its now accepted?&lt;br /&gt;how is that fair????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i WAS in a bad mood but now i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112879076837537456?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112879076837537456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112879076837537456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112879076837537456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112879076837537456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/10/well.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112869045773381494</id><published>2005-10-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T21:07:37.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my eyes adored you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah. i'm feeling really horrible at the moment. like i just read joyce's blog and i feel the same way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this what o levels does to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm tired. i'm stressed. i'm cranky. i'm pissed off. i'm just so sick of everything and anything. i seriously, just feel like going to sleep and never waking up again. very drama, i know, but what the fuck! i'm so damn sick of everything okay! i'm sick of studying. i'm sick of staying back late after school and not being able to study when i get home cos i'm just so damn tired. i'm sick of everyone comparing me to my 8-points-for-prelims-brother. and no offence, but i'm also sick of seeing people who are not taking their o levels just slacking. like my brother ryan. he's not bothered at all! i don't see him studying or even STRESSED! like omg do you know much i'm dying here just wishing i was in sec3 now? the pressure is so damn unbearable especially when you know that you have just wasted one whole years worth of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i agree with joyce. i've realised that quite alot of people are fake. i dunno whether she was talking bout me or not (lol, i hope not) but ya. i doubt i'll be keeping in much contact with everyone after o levels.&lt;br /&gt;probably a few girls. but more guys than anything else. i agree with you shan, i think that i can only depend on guys when it comes to secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually sometimes i feel as if i can only depend on bhushan. its like, he's always there for me, even when he's angry with me. he keeps all my secrets to himself (and better still, he &lt;strong&gt;forgets &lt;/strong&gt;whatever i tell him so there's no way of anyone else knowing about it) and even when i'm bitching bout someone to him, he makes me look at it at a different point of view. i think that he's kinda a perfect boyfriend. i don't think i deserve him. lol. i mean like ya, he has done alot of things that really pissed me off or hurt me really bad but he always manages to make it up. bleah. you know what, i actually had a fight with him today (we're okay now) but even when he's angry with me he still makes me feel so loved. lol. i know i seem as if i'm boasting, especially to people that has like, never been in a serious relationship...but fuck you! get a boyfriend and you will know what i mean. its not boasting and i'll slap your face if you think i am. its not as if i'm talking bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, sometimes i feel as if i do so much for people, i don't even have time for myself. and whatever i do goes unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, its times like this that shows you who your real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;will my life be over should i not keep in contact with a select few?&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112869045773381494?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112869045773381494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112869045773381494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at anyone's profile AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;its so horrible. i'm just so damn glad that they don't mention HOW MANY TIMES. omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, its kinda funny how almost ALL the people looking at my profile are complete strangers to me. how the hell did they come across mine?&lt;br /&gt;its kinda funny actually. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. can u imagine if a teacher was reading this right now? like i read in the papers that teachers secretly read their students blogs. what a scary thought. and i can imagine ONE particular teacher that will do that. and i've written bout them in my blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i dont feel like blogging. im typing in the dark and its really taking alot of concentration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles, update tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112809236938123354?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112809236938123354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112809236938123354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112809236938123354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112809236938123354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg_30.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112756091327833016</id><published>2005-09-24T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:21:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna be a personal shopper.&lt;br /&gt;yep, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. i love shopping. and i love choosing clothes for people. and love spending money...so what other better way to make a living outta doing something i love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday was really a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for like 7 hours straight!&lt;br /&gt;and did *something on the ecp with nadiah. i feel like doing it again. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we all went looking around for stuff for the grad night. i can't wait! i just wish i could skip o's. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i found out i scraped through physics and did well for history...so thats a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was totally fucked up though, really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then well the old's will be home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112756091327833016?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112756091327833016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112756091327833016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112756091327833016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112756091327833016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wanna-be-personal-shopper.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112688530551328062</id><published>2005-09-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T23:41:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleah. maths sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just came back from ikea. i'm so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't really feel like blogging. maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss B so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112688530551328062?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112688530551328062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112688530551328062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112688530551328062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112688530551328062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleah_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112627904127297785</id><published>2005-09-09T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T23:17:21.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good luck for your gujurati prelim paper tmr B!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. he hasn't called me yet. i was on the verge of getting annoyed till i realised (well azhar reminded me) that his paper was tomorrow and i was like, so that's it! aww i hope he does well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway had maths this morning at &lt;strong&gt;8.30am!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;omg. omg. omg. so freaking early. anyway after maths (which seemed like forever eventho it was only 2 hours) went for lunch at BK. omg. the burger kinda tasted stale, and...old. it was kinda yuck, would've prefered thosai =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway did art till chemistry. chem was pretty good...till azhar came. anyway i'm starting to get the hang of it. which is good, but then again not good cos i've my prelims next week. eeek.&lt;br /&gt;anyway did my art again in the canteen with the lovely nadiah and kana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also messaged mr wee, cos i wasn't sure what was coming out for social studies, and this is his freaking reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really can't remember bout e venice thing... i will confirm by monday. meantime, u can revise e chapt. after all, u r so clever...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so most of you have had mr wee, so i'm sure all of you would probably know he's being sarcastic. ass la he! i mean like at least add a haha at the end right. otherwise it just sounds rude. but kana and nadiah didn't seem to think so. so tell me what you think. lol. tagboard is over there -----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then i've got a ton of tuition homework and art to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so darlings,&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112627904127297785?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112627904127297785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112627904127297785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112627904127297785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112627904127297785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-luck-for-your-gujurati-prelim.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112618942084266847</id><published>2005-09-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:23:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so last night, i set my alarm at 8am, thinking that i could have a long shower and do a little art before going to maths. but i ended up waking at 10.30. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so roger returned the present yesterday. and he spared me the long lecture THANK THE DEAR LORD ABOVE. anyway this morning when i came to class i could see that he was feeling really awkward and was trying to avoid me. but i couldn't give a shit. i mean like, i already apologised so i'm not the one in the wrong. so i was still participating in class and acting normal but if he wants to act that way then he's the one looking like a fool. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so andyways, i bought a pair of white wedges yesterday! i actually wanted this pink pair from metro but oh well. i think white will match my clothes more. and it was cheaper too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i'm spending so much money nowadays. i think i've spent close to fifty just on food. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my hands are aching cos i'm in the middle of doing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112618942084266847?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112618942084266847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112618942084266847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112618942084266847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112618942084266847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-last-night-i-set-my-alarm-at-8am.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112601975393834781</id><published>2005-09-06T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:15:53.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitty thing no.1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i found out at the last minute that there was maths. and there was no way to escape. so had to 'rush' all the way to school from parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitty thing no.2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roger was pmsing, and so he got angry over a stupid harmless little joke i made, and now he's gonnna return my teacher's day present to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitty thing no.3 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went all the way to paragon to buy a pair of shoes i fell in love with, like 2 weeks ago. and they didn't have my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shitty thing no.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bus was crowded full of indonesian people. who didnt seem to have any brains cos they were like being so damn inconsiderate by standing in front of the door and not moving towards the back. irritating shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got to meet B today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love him so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B rocks my world. and sometimes my bed.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112601975393834781?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112601975393834781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112601975393834781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112601975393834781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112601975393834781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112593677964377340</id><published>2005-09-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:12:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bewitched,&lt;br /&gt;bothered &amp;&lt;br /&gt;bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm TIRED! but not SLEEPY! huge difference you know!&lt;br /&gt;went for art in the morning and continued carving under nadiah's block till 3.&lt;br /&gt;its funny how you can carve and carve and carve, and there would be like mountains of shaved wood and yet you've only done a small section. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home, ate a ton of food and fell into bed before waking up, eating (AGAIN) and rushing off to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually improving in my maths believe-it-or-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i miss B.&lt;br /&gt;hope i can meet him tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112593677964377340?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112593677964377340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112593677964377340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112593677964377340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112593677964377340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/bewitched-bothered-bewildered.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112574213387839600</id><published>2005-09-03T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T18:08:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi kids,&lt;br /&gt;i'm back again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say, this is the life. home alone, doing my art, listening to my dad's cd's and eating dinner (instant noodles) in front of the computer, in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no nagging, noise from the tv, brothers, toys, dad's ass etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish bhushan could come over! sigh. one of the rare, precious few times i'm home totally alone.&lt;br /&gt;finally started on my art. but got fed up after a while and came online again. lol. that woman really pisses me off. i gotta finish drawing by monday so i can start carving and i gotta finish that by the end of next week! bleah.&lt;br /&gt;literature students got it easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many people are reading my blog. like people that don't have blogs and are just going around sneakily reading other peoples blogs. like wouldn't it be so cool if there was some person randomly browsing through blogs and came across mine and just became oh-so-addicted to my mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how many people read my blog a day...&lt;br /&gt;and what they think of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm getting so excited over the thought of weird people reading my blog and falling in love with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112574213387839600?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112574213387839600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112574213387839600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112574213387839600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112574213387839600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-kids-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112573275633709768</id><published>2005-09-03T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T15:32:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was a sad, sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, yesterday was the last day of the night study in the library.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i ate alot.&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i saw something &lt;strong&gt;i did not want to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it puts me, and the others that saw it too, in such a predicament.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;do i or don't i? but if it was the other way around i would WANT them too.&lt;br /&gt;but its a different story with the person involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i wish i could say all this without trying to think of ways i can 'disguise' what happened cos i don't want people to know but at the same time i wanna write about it.&lt;br /&gt;damn this open blog.&lt;br /&gt;damn the person that did it that makes me wanna bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;damn me for being so damn kaypoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...HAPPY THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;i've got remedial practically everyday during the 'holiday', aaaaaaand, (no the best isn't over yet), i've got my prelims starting on the first day of school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all together now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i found out that some of those annoying sec 1 indian girls have a crush on B.&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;guess what i'm gonna do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112573275633709768?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112573275633709768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112573275633709768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112573275633709768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112573275633709768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/yesterday-was-sad-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112557897942286038</id><published>2005-09-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T20:49:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was like, shan's like birthday party and like it was like, so, like, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a blast. and the poor girl didn't suspect a thing.&lt;br /&gt;the food was great! yummmm&lt;br /&gt;anyway the leg thing was absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and so was the ''AZHAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!'' (imagine this face popping out crying out his name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing that spoilt it was people commenting bout what i'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want pictures! send me!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112557897942286038?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112557897942286038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112557897942286038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112557897942286038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112557897942286038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112521845127564629</id><published>2005-08-28T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:40:51.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the last time i updated was the 13th of august.&lt;br /&gt;have i really been that busy?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway haven't really been updating cos i chose sleep over blogging. now i can't remember what's been happening but i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;wasn't very excited cos i already had received all my present from my family but was still pleasantly surprised when callie gave me a bag of famous amos =)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really have a very good day, i'm sure most of you know why, but my girlies still made my day. thanks for the ang bao (sp??) guys. really appreciate it, but i feel kinda bad taking money from friends. but thanks anyhow =) (bought my heels today tho hehe!) and thanks to mya, diyana, alia and iffah for the pressies. =D (hope i didn't leave anyone out?)&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner later in the evening at a restaurant in east coast. wasn't very good tho, would've prefered to eat in the lagoon. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can't remember much of my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with azhar and his cousins as azhar was gonna give me a birthday 'treat'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. don't listen to whitney houston while trying to write. so distracting.&lt;br /&gt;anyway where was i? okay so i was kinda apprehensive of going with these three guys, esp when its at lavendar cos the freakin building is freakin full of hookers. so i wanted a girl companion so i asked around and most people couldnt make it and diyana wasnt picking up her phone and i was late so i just went.&lt;br /&gt;and it was pretty fun. i'm slowly improving. yay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then a little later diyana called and wanted to come along so she did.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. at least i thought it was, when i told azhar i had fun, he was like, was that fun?&lt;br /&gt;and i was like...okay. fine then. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but it was &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...motivational thing:&lt;br /&gt;it was good. the class is now actually motivated to study. but the motivation seems to be dwindling. anyway i wasn't one of those who was like, 'omg! it changed my life!' and all that, but please don't think i'm like insensitive or whatever cos i couldn't really concentrate on what he was saying cos i was more concerned bout the people crying around me. so yeah. didn' have much of an impact on me unlike the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i can't really remember much.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and happy belated birthday to sooria, jamie and....omg there was someone else but i can't remember who now.&lt;br /&gt;and happy bday in advance to shank =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went shopping. yesterday and today. spent alot of money but happy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;bought a skirt, shorts, heels, and a top.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy more!&lt;br /&gt;its scary.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a real shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dunno if you can tell but i'm so lazy to blog. its like, its no fun when i've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah alia, dunno if you'll read this but download this song ---&gt; 'Lovefool' by The Cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;i think you'd sound good singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112521845127564629?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112521845127564629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112521845127564629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112521845127564629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112521845127564629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg_28.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112521840428714031</id><published>2005-08-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T16:40:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe the last time i updated was the 13th of august.&lt;br /&gt;have i really been that busy?&lt;br /&gt;i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway haven't really been updating cos i chose sleep over blogging. now i can't remember what's been happening but i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;wasn't very excited cos i already had received all my present from my family but was still pleasantly surprised when callie gave me a bag of famous amos =)&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really have a very good day, i'm sure most of you know why, but my girlies still made my day. thanks for the ang bao (sp??) guys. really appreciate it, but i feel kinda bad taking money from friends. but thanks anyhow =) (bought my heels today tho hehe!) and thanks to mya, diyana, alia and iffah for the pressies. =D (hope i didn't leave anyone out?)&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner later in the evening at a restaurant in east coast. wasn't very good tho, would've prefered to eat in the lagoon. but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can't remember much of my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with azhar and his cousins as azhar was gonna give me a birthday 'treat'. lol.&lt;br /&gt;aiyo. don't listen to whitney houston while trying to write. so distracting.&lt;br /&gt;anyway where was i? okay so i was kinda apprehensive of going with these three guys, esp when its at lavendar cos the freakin building is freakin full of hookers. so i wanted a girl companion so i asked around and most people couldnt make it and diyana wasnt picking up her phone and i was late so i just went.&lt;br /&gt;and it was pretty fun. i'm slowly improving. yay. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then a little later diyana called and wanted to come along so she did.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. at least i thought it was, when i told azhar i had fun, he was like, was that fun?&lt;br /&gt;and i was like...okay. fine then. lol.&lt;br /&gt;but it was &lt;strong&gt;fun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...motivational thing:&lt;br /&gt;it was good. the class is now actually motivated to study. but the motivation seems to be dwindling. anyway i wasn't one of those who was like, 'omg! it changed my life!' and all that, but please don't think i'm like insensitive or whatever cos i couldn't really concentrate on what he was saying cos i was more concerned bout the people crying around me. so yeah. didn' have much of an impact on me unlike the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i can't really remember much.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya and happy belated birthday to sooria, jamie and....omg there was someone else but i can't remember who now.&lt;br /&gt;and happy bday in advance to shank =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went shopping. yesterday and today. spent alot of money but happy nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;bought a skirt, shorts, heels, and a top.&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna buy more!&lt;br /&gt;its scary.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm a real shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dunno if you can tell but i'm so lazy to blog. its like, its no fun when i've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah alia, dunno if you'll read this but download this song ---&gt; 'Lovefool' by The Cardigans.&lt;br /&gt;i think you'd sound good singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112521840428714031?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112521840428714031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112521840428714031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112521840428714031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112521840428714031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112392789532699103</id><published>2005-08-13T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T18:11:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i was planning to go for physics.&lt;br /&gt;then, i wasted time reading the papers, and reached school at 10.20 (physics starts at 9.45)&lt;br /&gt;knowing that mr chua would nag till death becomes me, i stayed in the canteen and studied while drinking stale ice lemon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did a little maths, played a little pool, and ate ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in a day of the life of tara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112392789532699103?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112392789532699103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112392789532699103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112392789532699103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112392789532699103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112385531261702068</id><published>2005-08-12T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T22:01:52.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like making a secret blog; where i can say anything i like without feeling restricted by the fact that someone might get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i think my brother reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;which totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the thing at tp was really, really lame. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had more fun walking home from tp to bhushan's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i could do with the a/c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do my tuition homework, so i cancelled tomorrow's 9am session. in order to cover up the fact i didn't do my homework i have to go to physics remedial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112385531261702068?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112385531261702068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112385531261702068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112385531261702068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112385531261702068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-like-making-secret-blog-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112365054441607751</id><published>2005-08-10T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T13:09:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;if you're offended by something, just ADMIT IT!&lt;br /&gt;stop acting so &lt;strong&gt;sorrowful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop copying the things that people have. &lt;strong&gt;cos you yourself don't like it when people do it to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone thinks that you are so damn innocent and sweet, just cos you don't show them your true colours. well i think that if they were to spend the same amount of time with you as i do, they too will get sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;just because maybe you get everything you want just cos you show your shit face and act sorrowful whenever you don't get things your way, don't think i'm gonna do that anymore. i'm &lt;strong&gt;fed up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop getting offended by the smallest things. cos you too offend people by the things you say. how bout you think before you say stuff cos i know of a few people that are not happy bout what you have said to them.&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing, don't you dare tell me not to complain about you to certain people just cos you don't want them to get a bad impression of you. cos when you want to complain bout me, you tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;don't think i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i complained bout you to ONE person, you told me not to tell them anything.&lt;br /&gt;you complained to 4 people, including the person you told me not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck okayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112365054441607751?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112365054441607751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112365054441607751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112365054441607751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112365054441607751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-are-so-annoying.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112341432215534548</id><published>2005-08-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:32:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i haven't really been in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;especially since the mum episode but oh well, i doubt she will really be able to get to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess its still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gotta make sure its 'parent friendly'&lt;br /&gt;e.g, no vulgarities, going on about bhushan and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway tomorrow is national day! its funny how our wonderful school can come down so strict on footwear for graduating students and YET, let us wear a red tee and whatever-bottom-we-want. its screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, happy nonetheless. except the fact i have to wear feet squishing ingrown-inducing shoes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm finally going out with B tomorrow! its been ages.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i've never actually been out, (as in orchard) with him this whole year excluding his birthday, cos his sisters came along. can't wait man.&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner, a movie, shopping for my birthday present and..er..haven't quite planned what happens after that.&lt;br /&gt;dessert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been studying! i WISH teachers gave us homework. i really do. at least that way i'd be forced to study and no have to take the initiative to pick up the books. cos it never happens.&lt;br /&gt;unless there's a test. god! i really wish we had more homework and tests.&lt;br /&gt;most people will be like, shut up tara! shut up! but honestly, when teachers give us tests we study like mad so it also contributes to what we need to study for o levels. right? right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday on yahoo pool:&lt;br /&gt;tara: asl&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: 18 m ind&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: u?&lt;br /&gt;tara: 17 f sg&lt;br /&gt;tara: my bf's name is bhushan!&lt;br /&gt;tara: =)&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: how long have you been together?&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: wats ur name?&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: plzzz&lt;br /&gt;tara: tara&lt;br /&gt;bhushan_coolstuff: r u sexy?&lt;br /&gt;tara: not at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?? i tell you, you have the same name as my boyfriend and you ask if i'm sexy?&lt;br /&gt;tsk, tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;he didn't reply after that, the shallow bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've run out of stuff to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days till my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;so there jamie and shan!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112341432215534548?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112341432215534548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112341432215534548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112341432215534548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112341432215534548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-i-havent-really-been-in-mood-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112281111690980091</id><published>2005-07-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:58:36.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH. DEAR. LORD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mum just found out i had a blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well that just sucks the fun outta blogging doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hopefully she doesn't figure out how to get to my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(please? god?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112281111690980091?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112281111690980091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112281111690980091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112281111690980091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112281111690980091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112279304658154115</id><published>2005-07-31T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:57:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another boring day. why is it that i always have nothing to do? my boyfriend is practically grounded at home, i'm not sure if he will even be able to spend my birthday with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one can go out on a sunday. its 'family day'. well my 'family day'  consists of everyone going out and leaving me home alone. and bored. and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i really wish i had a sister. its no fun always having to go out with your mum. and not having a sister also somehow makes me more comfortable being around boys. so therefore, i don't quite have that many girl friends. or even with the ones i do have, i sometimes prefer to be around boys.&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean like, no offence, cos i know that the only people that read this thing are girls, but isn't it boring always going shopping OR gossiping? why do the boys always have to be the ones having fun?&lt;br /&gt;i mean like sure, they may drink, smoke, and do other illegal things but isn't that what we're supposed to be doing at this age? why are we so conservative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we leave school this year and get into poly next year, i think we're gonna be really behind  compared to everyone else when it comes to being street smart. we are so shocked and amazed the minute we hear someone lost their virginity but WAKE UP! perhaps in ping yi, this kinda things are kept under wraps but in other schools, its the norm! i'm not encouraging it at all. but please, i think that we all really need to just grow up. we are 17 (well most of you are 16) and yet we are just so shocked by the little things that, frankly, most people our age or even younger have already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been drunk, i've never had more than a puff of a cigarette and i've never had sex.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm 17, where most people my age have done at least 2 of the 3 above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel as if i'm missing out on my teenage years. it may be stupid things like getting drunk, but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;am i really supposed to spend this time in my life just shopping and gossiping??&lt;br /&gt;that's what you're supposed to do when you're old, for fucks sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was someone like sharmee. yeah, we all criticise her for the things she does but at least she's enjoying her teenage years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112279304658154115?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112279304658154115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112279304658154115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112279304658154115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112279304658154115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112273473860222854</id><published>2005-07-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:45:38.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, i can't trust anyone these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so damn unreliable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112273473860222854?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112273473860222854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112273473860222854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112273473860222854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112273473860222854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-i-cant-trust-anyone-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112213289670880999</id><published>2005-07-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:34:56.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was racial harmony day. i swear, it was the best school day of my life. it was just so, so fun. tiring ya but so fun. i took lots and lots of pics (like 60!) but cos my com is too old and the usb thingy is too old or something! i dunno. so i cant upload them, but i printed them out. if you took a pic with me, look for me on monday. i'll be bringing the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i wore a sarong kebaya, all thanks to iffah who's the most kindest, sweetest person i know. i mean like, most people were not willing to lend their things but iffah, thanks so, so much for everything! so kind. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway took photos the whole day and did a little bhangra dancing. jeevan and i seem okay now too. was totally SHOCKED when he wanted to take a picture with me. he asked me to take a pic with him and i was like huh, okay i'll take the picture for you. as in i was gonna take one of him and ankit or whoever but he was like, no, i wanna take a picture with YOU. and i was like, okay....&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone looked really good too. all the girls in 401 looked really good (and jamie, shankari and mya too!) but i gotta say that shikin was really...daring? but i was kinda jealous cos i saw bhushan's jaw just drop open when she walked past. she better watcha out *shakes fist vigorously&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;just kidding. he 'claims'  that he was shocked by what she was wearing and thought it looked weird. WHATEVER. hahahahaha. cute boy.&lt;br /&gt;he looked so damn good. i swear, i could just eat him up.&lt;br /&gt;he's so sexy&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhushan looks really good in the photos i took too. aww. i could just stare at it all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after we went to joyce house and talked heaps and heaps. had a lotta fun with all the girls since i'm always with guys all the time. really had a good time with you girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i left and went to meet mamat to pick up my esprit stuff! yay! i'm so in love with my new top. i don't really care bout the pattern, but the cutting was really nice. it makes u look damn thin. which i liiiikkkeeee.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously talking a lot of shit now. playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway going out with azhar tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112158408004278889</id><published>2005-07-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:08:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;yahoo pool is fun, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting addicted. someone wean me off it, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to azhar, he's gotten me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;no more lonely nights. or rather, afternoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now playing with shankari.&lt;br /&gt;now onwards, when you see me online, i'll most probably be playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;unless i have no one to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's where YOU come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tailbone is hurting, from sitting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was wearing a pair of light blue, faded jeans today to church. and i was SO scared i had my period, cos you know, you get that *wet feeling, and in the end, its absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it. cos you get all panicky for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i guess i better stop typing now.&lt;br /&gt;i better get back to my game.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112158408004278889?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112158408004278889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112158408004278889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112158408004278889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112158408004278889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112157795941449221</id><published>2005-07-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T13:25:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for a chinese dinner last night at this restaurant called rolands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really, really good. i've always enjoyed a chinese meal, complete with chilli crabs and those buns.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really really good, and i don't think i ate very much.&lt;br /&gt;very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, azhar is teaching me how to play pool on yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be home the whole day again you see. and its either he kills me or entertains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the thing has loaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112157795941449221?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112157795941449221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112157795941449221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112157795941449221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112157795941449221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/went-for-chinese-dinner-last-night-at.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112149541003729305</id><published>2005-07-16T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:30:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice tan is such a bitch, i swear. i bought a pair of $70 school shoes and JUST COS SHE NEEDS A FUCK, she tells me i gotta buy a new pair,&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;i only have one and a half terms of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, its like, how can you expect me to buy a new one THIS TIME in the year.&lt;br /&gt;if she had told me this, say, first or second term, i wouldn't say anything, but NOW YOU TELL ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i asked martin chan, hoping that he would back me up, but no.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot her please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going out for dinner with my relatives from england tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;i've eaten way too much this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch today, i bought sushi, thinking the portions were small and its like, healthy.&lt;br /&gt;and straight after,&lt;br /&gt;i had a slice of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday nadiah!! love ya babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112149541003729305?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112149541003729305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112149541003729305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112149541003729305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112149541003729305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay_16.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112149540925907054</id><published>2005-07-16T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:30:09.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alice tan is such a bitch, i swear. i bought a pair of $70 school shoes and JUST COS SHE NEEDS A FUCK, she tells me i gotta buy a new pair,&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;i only have one and a half terms of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, its like, how can you expect me to buy a new one THIS TIME in the year.&lt;br /&gt;if she had told me this, say, first or second term, i wouldn't say anything, but NOW YOU TELL ME???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i asked martin chan, hoping that he would back me up, but no.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get a new pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot her please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going out for dinner with my relatives from england tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;i've eaten way too much this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lunch today, i bought sushi, thinking the portions were small and its like, healthy.&lt;br /&gt;and straight after,&lt;br /&gt;i had a slice of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday nadiah!! love ya babe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112149540925907054?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112149540925907054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112149540925907054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112149540925907054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112149540925907054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112143674307575840</id><published>2005-07-15T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:12:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually did my tuition homework today.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun, but kinda the same thing over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i don't really have the mood to blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please keep tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112143674307575840?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112143674307575840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112143674307575840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112143674307575840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112143674307575840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-actually-did-my-tuition-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112083360988455918</id><published>2005-07-08T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:40:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just for the record, if you happen to read my compo in the compilation shit mdm rubiah's gonna do,&lt;br /&gt;don't believe everything i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andyways, today was a fun fun day.&lt;br /&gt;school was boring as hell, but AFTER was fun. yeeeeepppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to joyce house and ate SO much, my hipbones have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how joyce didn't even know there was a pie shop near her house, and she's been walking all the way to siglap. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, mango is having further reductions, so being the mango fanatic that i am, i went to have a look.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder how i'd survive living somewhere other than marine parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway!!! bought a sexy black halter (again!) so ya&lt;br /&gt;its gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;its much nicer than the one i bought from fcuk,&lt;br /&gt;but also 10 bucks more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. eyes are hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muackers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112083360988455918?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112047105202716613</id><published>2005-07-04T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T17:57:32.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to you:&lt;br /&gt;i hate how you expect me to just take whatever shit you throw at me, with a fucking &lt;strong&gt;smile &lt;/strong&gt;on my face.&lt;br /&gt;just go to hell and find someone else who can take your shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;don't think i'm so stupid and such a pushover that no matter what you do or say, i'll just keep my mouth shut. AND, when i do retaliate &lt;strong&gt;you can't take it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just piss off and leave my life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you:&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE don't assume that i don't just cos you don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;its DAMN annoying and i hate it. and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother 'dearest' just came home and is showing her shit&lt;br /&gt;don't fucking go out the whole fucking day then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't complain when you fucking neglected us the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh !&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;piss&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112047105202716613?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112047105202716613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112047105202716613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112047105202716613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112047105202716613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-you-i-hate-how-you-expect-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112031488335264847</id><published>2005-07-02T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:34:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss B.&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i last spent like, the whole day with him.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, didn't do much today. slept, ate, watched tv, did a bit of maths and went to parkway. my typical saturday afternoon. bought an pair of undies and an eyeliner. i wanted like this really nice bra from M&amp;S cos it was like really cheap but the cups are like so hard and pointy, it wasn't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this really nice top in Esprit, and my mum and i are both in love it with, she wants the white one and i want the black. its so nice!&lt;br /&gt;dammit, i wish i was filthy rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiiiigggghhhh. my eyes are so, so tired. i wanna sleep now, well, soon. this whole week of school has really tired me out. AHHHHH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, everyone look at this girl in my friendster friends list, look for a girl called nicole, wearing a low cut dress.&lt;br /&gt;she's my age ya know. unbelievable hey?&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out from my cousin (who was her date to their school's ball) that her dress was NOTHING, i repeat for effect, NOTHING compared to what some of the other girls wore.&lt;br /&gt;and these girls are MY age.&lt;br /&gt;its sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, you people are 17 and you've got your tits hanging out all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;have you no shame?&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just too conservative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112031488335264847?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112031488335264847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112031488335264847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112031488335264847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112031488335264847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-miss-b.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112022706561175999</id><published>2005-07-01T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:11:05.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, the amazing race was today.&lt;br /&gt;well, it started off pretty dumb cos like our class was like THE last to go. and after all that waiting, you kinda lose the enthusiasm. when we could finally go, we were all kinda lazy to do all that tasks shit, so we all left for joyce's house.&lt;br /&gt;joyce baby, i know i've said this a gazillion times, but your house is fucking sexy pls!&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was me, kana, joyce, azhar, jing han and kai jie and boy was it fun. we spent the whole time watching snooker/mtv and making jokes and just. hanging out. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;when we finally left for east coast, we were kinda panicking (or rather, &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;was panicking) cos we realised how long it would take us to reach, aaaand...we didn't have much time left. PLUS, while walking we bumped into kana's mum's friend who works at our school and it was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KMF(kana's mum's friend): eh! what are you all doing here? everyone was dismissed already know!&lt;br /&gt;US: really! oh damn, its just that we got lost and was walking around in circles and lost our map, that's why we took so long&lt;br /&gt;KMF: oh okay. but do you know how to get there now?&lt;br /&gt;US: ya!!! just walk straight right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty odd huh, we got lost and were walking around in circles without a map and yet we knew we had to walk straight there.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it was FUN. jing han and azhar are so damn funny, i swear. especially jing han, he's just so high and blur, its just hilarious. anyway while we were walking towards east coast he was like, pointing at east coast saying: eh, that's the PIE right?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. he's so cute. not in a good looking way but, just in a blur way. lol. while walking past victoria sec, we noticed an old guy sleeping in his taxi with the doors and windows closed so being the good samaritans we are (chey, it was mainly joyce and kana that were the good samaritans), we wanted to tell the old guy not to sleep in the cab with the a/c on cos he could die.&lt;br /&gt;yes, die. i just found that out today, its cos of carbon monoxide. or something or other.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ended up taking the cab to east coast (kai jie in front, me on joyce's lap, kana in the middle and jing han sitting on azhar's feet) and were there quite early, surprisingly enough. when we went there, mr chua just couldn't believe that we lost our map and i accidently let it slip that we took a cab cos we were lost. but little did i know that, the bastard told mr chan and we had to go up in front of everyone cos we took a cab. so we had to clean up the rubbish, which we didn't quite do but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway walking OUT of east coast was also damn fun cos of jing han again. aww. wat a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, kana and i jumped fences, flew over bridges just to get to the damn bus stop. it took so long, my legs are aching like hell right now. i even cancelled tuition cos of it. hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, met bhush, shan, (hahahaha, bhush-shan, bhushan hahaha! get it? get it? ok lame) raj and hitesh at macs to play pool upstairs at classic. it was also fun.&lt;br /&gt;i was like damn hyper and kept saying yay..which was kinda annoying, even to me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;then i had to leave. sadness all over. bhushan was especially sad (or so i hope)&lt;br /&gt;and ya, i'm talking nonsense cos i'm already tired of typing eventho i've got much more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. i'm tired, i wanna sleep! but its not right to leave it right now, its not fair to my grannie. why?&lt;br /&gt;cos its her birthday today! yes, a youthful 82nd birthday. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;i was EXHAUSTED, i was damn anti-social, and drank lots and lots of 7-up and ate lots more fried wontons.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i walked alot today so its okay. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i'm going to leave you all and snuggle up tight into my bed and just.....snore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112022706561175999?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112022706561175999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112022706561175999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112022706561175999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112022706561175999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-so-amazing-race-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-112012769082126257</id><published>2005-06-30T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:34:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty. school has started and it...is surprisingly okay! i know i'm gonna sound reallyweird for saying this but, &lt;strong&gt;i actually prefer to be in school than on hols. &lt;/strong&gt;No, i haven't got a screw loose, its just that when you don't have much money, its such a bore going out cos you seriously can't do anything with just 5 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. damn phone bills, this month i only have $50 to last the whole month cos my phone bill was also $50.&lt;br /&gt;its sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to enjoy phyiscs. mr chua seems much, much nicer now. not so naggy and putting-downy. i'm happy i'm in his class now that we're getting banded or whatever. i find i can really understand him and ya. just hope i get put in front cos if i were to sit at the back, i'll be sure to daydream. heck, even when i sit in front i'll be daydreaming. so ya, i don't really know what i'm talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is our school's so called 'amazing race'. i'm half looking forward to it and half dreading it. i don't know. i pity azhar though, he'll have to spend the whole day with me, kana and tasha. poor fella. i hope he's okay with it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; though, i wanna play pool and at the same time i wanna swim. BUT! tomorrow is my grandmother's birthday and we're having all the relatives over so i kinda have to go home early. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE people that have the cheek to bitch bout you to YOUR friend, and think that just cos they're trying to hang around with them, it automatically makes them their best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. my english totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many of you will read this entry and go:&lt;br /&gt;wtf is she talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-112012769082126257?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/112012769082126257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=112012769082126257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112012769082126257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/112012769082126257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111970824590681328</id><published>2005-06-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:04:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate shopping in crowded places. it stresses me out. instead of feeling that peaceful, contented feeling i usually feel when i'm shopping, i feel terribly impatient and competitive. i just wanna grab THE best thing, eventhough i know i won't wear/be able to afford it.&lt;br /&gt;it happened today while at the MNG at taka. i saw this gorgeous fabric peeking out from under the mounds of clothes and quickly, i grabbed it. seeing that it was a low cut halter and the price was way too exorbitant, i was about to put it back when i noticed that the girl next to me was staring intently at the top in my hands, perhaps waiting for me to put it back. noticing this, i hugged this precious item of clothing close to my bosom, and walked off, nose in air.&lt;br /&gt;it was scary.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not usually like that.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it was due to the lack of oxygen in that crowded, crowded place.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, i'm becoming one of those 'kiasu'  singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a scary thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111970824590681328?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111970824590681328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111970824590681328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111970824590681328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111970824590681328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-shopping-in-crowded-places.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111962205971494593</id><published>2005-06-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T22:07:39.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>meeow, fellow pussy pals.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the mango sale yesterday! omg, i went to the one at parkway at like 7.30am and as i didn't see anyone there yet, i waited with my mum near the taxi stand. then i kept seeing all these middle aged ladies coming in and i got worried so we went over to the door (which was gonna open at 8am) and lo and behold! ladies of all ages, sizes and styles were already waiting there. and this is the branch at parkway, mind you. i totally didn't expect the amount of people waiting there. anyhow, when the doors were opening, omg. it was hilarious. everyone started moving closer and closer to the door and were practically RUNNING in when it was finally open.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk, kiasu singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;and i was one of them. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO, the sale was ohhhhhh-kay. some really good buys, but most were still expensive. but nice.&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed a whole lotta stuff, which ended up not fitting well in the changing room cos i realised i dropped a size! yay! from a size 6, i'm now a size 4. and that, unfortunately, happens to be the size of most girls so. i couldn't really find some of the sizes of stuff i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i didn't buy much, just a pair of baggy jeans (its not actually SUPPOSED to be baggy, its just that i got one size too big cos i couldnt find a size 4 (grrr) and the baggy look was quite okay) and....&lt;br /&gt;a really, really nice pair of capris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its hell sexy and i love it. just love it. and it was only $25 bucks! there were like heaps and heaps of colours but they were all snapped up pretty quick so ya. i couldn't buy another one like i planned to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you know what, my grandma is so sweet. she gave my mum her atm card to hold just in case she had an accident so my mum could like, i dunno, pay the medical bills or something and she told my mum that if there was a sale, i could use some of the money for shopping. such a sweetie. and it was lucky cos i only had 30 bucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so ya. i'm becoming &lt;strong&gt;obsessed &lt;/strong&gt;with straightening my hair. i just prefer it straight; its much, much easier to manage and its so neat. i seriously HATE putting my hair in a bun, eventhough i'm sure everyone thinks i love that hairstyle cos my hair is like that everyday for school. but when my hair is straight, i can actually put it in a ponytail without having to worry if its time to bun it up again. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its imran's birthday today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got him a pretty cool present. it was cheap, but still, very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanna go tanning again before school starts! cos my tan now is already fading and i won't have time to tan when school starts so. i wanna go tanning tomorrow. but i know that's not possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;talking to smit now, love the hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111962205971494593?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111962205971494593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111962205971494593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111962205971494593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111962205971494593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/meeow-fellow-pussy-pals.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111944671922939794</id><published>2005-06-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:25:19.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaha. i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bored today and i couldn't go out with B again cos he had work to do and *poof! suddenly i had so many things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was supposed to meet sharmee at like 4 or something but since B couldn't make it i told her i was free the whole day. so ya, was online when kim called! she had like jus finished tuition and didn't wanna go home yet so we slacked a while.&lt;br /&gt;while at McCafe, which by the way seems to be like KC girls favourite hang out now, her friends (well kinda) happened to be there and OMG. the things they wear. its so, like all over the place? they were going to a party and one girl was wearing a tube and black pants (that was okay, but i just think it weird when people wear black pants to go out with, when i'm so used to seeing people wear them at dance), then there was this girl who wore a tube, skirt and a huge jacket (which kinda spoilt the whole look cos it was like an oversized adidas jacket) and another who wore denim hot pants, a spaghetti strap and sneakers. OH-KAY. that was the infamous danielle by the way. i've heard so much bout her from like kim and tasha and somehow she knows bout me too and i finally met her. lol. she isn't that pretty as how everyone's going on about but still, prettier than most. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW i was a little uncomfortable being with these giggly girls so we left and sat at the library flipping through fashion mags and talking bout school and stuff. then sharmee called so we like went to McCafe again.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met her and things were a little awkward cos like they both didn't know each other but sharmee like entertained us with her stories of the 'drunkeds'. lol. got to meet the drunkeds actually, her sis and cousin. hahahahaha. it was hell funny. anyway kim had to leave so sent her off and did the photos and went back to macs. was kinda bored tho cos when the drunkeds came back they were like talking bout their wild night last night, which was in a mix of malay and english so i was just like, stoning when B called. so ya. was talking to him for quite a while till sharmee and i collected the photos. then, came home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a fun day, like just gossiping and talking with girls. i'm like so used to talking to boys all day long (B, ahzar, my brothers, my cousins) it was nice to hang out with girls for a change. like just, hang out and not spend money. know what i mean? and plus i won't be seeing these girlies for ages so ya. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i've never done this before, like describe every single move kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;don't really like it, but since i just came back its the only thing on my mind. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANGO SALE TOMORROW! MUM AND I ARE LEAVING THE HOUSE @ 7.30 TO GET ALL THE GOOD STUFF. HAHAHHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111944671922939794?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111944671922939794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111944671922939794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111944671922939794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111944671922939794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111936201268406900</id><published>2005-06-21T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:53:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with kana and sharmee. it was so nice seeing sharmee, haven't seen her for ages. realised how much i missed her and god, school is just so different now. i remember how it used to be: me, kana, sharmee and shan.&lt;br /&gt;now its like just me and kana.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, AMAZINGLY enough, i didn't buy anything. shocking huh? i &lt;strong&gt;almost &lt;/strong&gt;bought a bra, but it was like my last 20 bucks and thought, ah heck it. i don't NEED another bra, i &lt;strong&gt;WANT &lt;/strong&gt;another bra. so kana had to remind me of all those CME lessons, ''you don't need it, you want it."&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god don't you just hate waiting for phone calls?  i fucking hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today is tuesday and that means waffles are half-price. grrr. no one to get fat with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tomorrow i might be going out with B, if he can finish his damn work and i'll be meeting sharmee to develop the photos. yuuuuup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im bored. really very bored and there's nothing to do and i can't try sleeping cos its too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111936201268406900?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111936201268406900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111936201268406900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111936201268406900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111936201268406900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/went-out-with-kana-and-sharmee.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111927455664979116</id><published>2005-06-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:35:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to feel embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was i supposed to know that after writing so much, clicking on publish post and the only thing that comes up is an error page, that it would actually work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, people that are lazy to read the long, elaborated and nonsensical one, read the the summary k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hairy men. i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111927455664979116?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111927455664979116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111927455664979116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927455664979116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927455664979116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/okay-its-time-to-feel-embarassed.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111927433381526832</id><published>2005-06-20T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:32:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE BLOGGER, DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wrote a super long entry and just, POOF! gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you know what, fuck it. no one reads this thing anyway so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary:&lt;br /&gt;SPG scandal is giving me ideas. shame on all you lazy buggers that didn't turn up for roger's class. last day of maths was today. holidays start tomorrow for me, and theres 6 days left till school. going out with kana and sharmee tomorrow, and shan shall we go play pool sometime soon? B couldnt make it to buy his present so maybe going on wednesday. kc girls blogs are fun to read. callum is very very cute. oh, and i hate attention seekers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad eh, 8 paragraphs of writing, summarized into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111927433381526832?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111927433381526832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111927433381526832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927433381526832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927433381526832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg_20.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111927394901523614</id><published>2005-06-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T21:25:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. all that stuff bout the SPG, its pretty cool really. maybe i should consider putting up a nude pic of myself and maybe, just maybe more people will read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i DON'T WANT more people to read my blog. whats the point? i mean like i'm only using this thing to get all the stuff of my chest (which even then i can't fully do cos i might offend the people who might be reading this) so ya. anyhow, theres nothing interesting bout my life for anyone to even want to read bout it. so ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was the last day of maths (thank god!) and only kana, iffah and i turned up. shame on you, you other roger-lim-maths-class-people who didn't bother to come! the people who actually bothered to get off their ass had to do your damn corrections for you, which by-the-fucking-way was coincidental how the very people that  didn't bother to show up, are like the very people that like had low scores. shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i was reading this girl's blog, and she says the funniest things. she can be saying the most uninteresting, boring, everyday kinda thing and yet its just so fun to read. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, going out with kana and sharmee tomorrow! shan can't make it but oh well, we'll go play pool one day k? i'm absolutely &lt;strong&gt;itching &lt;/strong&gt;to play cos the last time i played was like on new years eve. and B couldn't make it to buy his birthday pressie so we might be going out on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't go swimming anytime soon. damn la, damn. it just HAD to come at this time, didn't it. but oh well, it started last friday so HOPEFULLY i'll be able to go swimming again by the end of this week. praaaaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;callum is just so cute! he came to me like a few minutes ago saying:&lt;br /&gt;''tara, come into mummy's room and look at the sky. its a disaster!''&lt;br /&gt;so then i followed him into my mum's room and he was like pointing at the sky cos like there was some kinda cool effect cos of the moonlight and the clouds. it was pretty fascinating actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon was hilarious. my mum and i were making callum say all these stupid things in malay and at one stage he was running around the house shouting:&lt;br /&gt;''PANTAT SAYA BUSOK''&lt;br /&gt;(please excuse me if the spelling is wrong, i only took malay for 3 years and was failing really badly)&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow, it was &lt;strong&gt;funny. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. only 6 days till school starts and my holidays practically start tomorrow! pathetic k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate attention seekers. don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111927394901523614?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111927394901523614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111927394901523614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927394901523614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111927394901523614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111901254262216033</id><published>2005-06-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:49:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in pain.&lt;br /&gt;its the dreaded cramps again, back for these few days before it fucks off again for a whole month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roger is so nice! he let me eat sushi in class today. most teachers won't let you even &lt;strong&gt;eat &lt;/strong&gt;in their precious class, let alone &lt;strong&gt;eat SUSHI! &lt;/strong&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;maths was pretty fun, it was just me, kana, nadiah, ain and iffah and we were all gossiping about god-knows-what the minute he left class. and we actually &lt;strong&gt;did &lt;/strong&gt;maths when he was there. i'm totally getting the hang of doing those circle things, eventhough it takes me like 10mins per sum.&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty funny how we were all initially struggling with circles when its actually sec 3 work! damn mr wong, he TOTALLY screwed up our foundation. if only we had like mr lim, what the hell! the people that actually had him didn't even like bother with him and like people who were in mr wong's class could've taken their place and actually &lt;strong&gt;benefited! &lt;/strong&gt;wtf. its unfair k, unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go swimming again! nadiah wanna come??? (i doubt you will even read this, but what the heck). i'm so in love with going swimming, but the best part is, i don't even like swim laps! i just hang around in the water and talk, talk, talk. lol. but i gotta say, i really &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; tanning. i love it when even though its really sunny, its also breezy and aahhhh. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone's gonna get a shock when they see how dark i've become. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i wanna start planning this last week of freedom:&lt;br /&gt;monday: shopping with Bhushan, for his (belated) birthday pressie.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: go out with kana, sharmee and shankari:&lt;br /&gt;wednesday: study a bit to make that mother of mine happy&lt;br /&gt;thursday: swimming!&lt;br /&gt;friday: go shopping again to check out all the sales before school starts&lt;br /&gt;saturday&amp;sunday: get ready for school =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang, when term 3 starts, its actually the start of the mad studying. i'm gonna have to like start studying 6 hours a day or even more! sigh. its so sad.&lt;br /&gt;no more phone calls with B.&lt;br /&gt;no more hanging out after school.&lt;br /&gt;no more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;no more watching tv&lt;br /&gt;no more going online.&lt;br /&gt;no more doing anything remotely fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like actually trying to lose as much weight as possible cos i know that when i start studying, i'll put on A LOT of weight. (cos like you know when you're so bored studying in your room that you'll just go out every firve minutes to do something other than study and the only thing that won't start the nagging again will be to eat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fathers day on sunday. i guess tomorrow will be a mad rush again for cards, wrapping paper and blah blah blah. and i'll get stuck with the 'job' of organising the wrapping of the presents and signing of the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss b....&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111901254262216033?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111901254262216033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111901254262216033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111901254262216033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111901254262216033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111892730017527194</id><published>2005-06-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T21:08:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just love bitching bout bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bitching good time today. bitched at maths, while swimming and now while i'm online. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i went swimming today instead of tomorrow cos farah has tuition. anyway nadiah came along today and we really had a lotta fun. lol. went tanning and swimming and oh! what a day. if only i could do this everyday for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;towards the end, there was like this huge group of mats, all wearing like the same kinda shorts (nadiah joked that it was a syncronised swimming team with syncronised shorts! hahaha) and they were like practically falling over themselves to get a look at farah, haha. they kept like popping their heads up and like waving at every opportunity. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was really fun and i wanna go again next week!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. saw mrs ang today. i was like walking a few metres from my block when i saw her. god, her clothes actually looked quite normal today. lol. anyway i think she saw me but quickly looked away. haahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, i'm all dark and golden. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111892730017527194?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111892730017527194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111892730017527194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111892730017527194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111892730017527194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-love-bitching-bout-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111884954904495959</id><published>2005-06-15T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:32:29.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and SO, my computer is finally fixed, however slow and laggy it may be.&lt;br /&gt;there was like some really really huge virus so they had to put in a new hard disk or drive or SOMETHING and ya, so everythings wiped out.&lt;br /&gt;the computer guy actually gave us one of his old keyboards, its like so old and yellowing, but i like it cos its one of those 'clicky' keyboards that make you sound as if you're like damn fast at typing, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm seventeen this year and i'm still amused by the stupidest things that even my 6 year old brother doesn't laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maths started this week. its kinda alright, its only been the second day so far and like we've been going through the exam paper and i realised alot of stupid, careless mistakes. could've passed dammit. so anyway kana and i now have a ritual of going to buy those pies after every maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually &lt;strong&gt;happy &lt;/strong&gt;that i have maths, cos at least i'm getting out of the house and roger really cracks me up sometimes. actually, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going swimming on friday with farah! yay!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like really into swimming now, dunno why. like okay, i didn't end up buying the $18swimsuit from Blush! cos like it didn't really have a good fit (in other words, there were meant more for women with super, super perky and firm boobs, all of which, i'm not) but ended up buying a more expensive &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;nicer, halter tankini. it didn't come with a bottom though, so i've had to resort to using the bottom of that damned two-piece suit i bought in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied with Bhushan last night, had &lt;strong&gt;alot of fun. &lt;/strong&gt;we first went to gelare in east coast and&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M SO FAT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i had a small waffle thing all to myself while B had a LARGE one to himself. lucky boy, he can &lt;strong&gt;afford &lt;/strong&gt;to eat such amounts. we then went to study at macs cos gelare was getting too crowded and actually did maths, can you believe it (it wasn't much, but its the most i did this whole week! lol!) so ya. he sent me home, and we parted, reluctantly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping today, but only bought a cd for &lt;strong&gt;fathers day. &lt;/strong&gt;its so not fair, i just recently bought a singlet from mango thinking that its like the only nice one around and when i went to topshop and dorothy perkins today, there were nicer ones, in nicer colours and cheaper dammit! damn k, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway theres maths again tomorrow. yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bhushan is a sexy, sexy man. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111884954904495959?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111884954904495959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111884954904495959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111884954904495959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111884954904495959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-so-my-computer-is-finally-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111805115608764387</id><published>2005-06-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:45:56.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala&lt;br /&gt;today was like, boring but fun at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked heaps kana and ms jew and actually had fun at tampines mall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh!!!! you know &lt;strong&gt;Blush!&lt;/strong&gt;, the lingerie shop in tampines mall has like EVERYTHING for like $18!!!&lt;br /&gt;even the swimsuits! im gonna buy one tonight! (if it fits properly la, but i hope it does, its so CHHHHEEEAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ya,kinda hyper and ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so happy, cos i kinda realised what i wanna do with my life. i wanna go into advertising!&lt;br /&gt;i mean like i've been thinking bout it lots but stil wasnt sure, and even my parents were like, ya! you should go into it but then like i still wasn't sure. then today like ms jew was like, tara i think you'll do well in advertising so i was like...okay, so weird i mean like i've been thinking bout that and yet someone out of the blue and can be like, i think you'll be good at that. so ya, kinda made me wanna confirm it kinda thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg sorry, im so damn hyper and mad now i doubt whatever i just wrote made sense. hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111805115608764387?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111805115608764387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111805115608764387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111805115608764387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111805115608764387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/lalala-today-was-like-boring-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111797294964549482</id><published>2005-06-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:02:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>such a boring day. i'm actually starting to hate art...art? can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn o levels just sucks all the fun outta art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i haven't really updated in a while, eventhough i've been online. went to kim's house last night cos it was her brother's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked &lt;strong&gt;heaps&lt;/strong&gt;, and actually told her alot of stuff that i wouldn't tell anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;and its funny cos i hardly see her, but when i do i can just tell her &lt;strong&gt;everything.&lt;/strong&gt;  i dunno, i kinda like talking to her cos i feel that i don't have to worry bout her judging me on all my private, personal thoughts and feelings that i honestly feel that everyone else looks down on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her brother's really cute, but one hell of a &lt;strong&gt;nightmare. &lt;/strong&gt;seriously. (btw, he's only 5!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, ever since the parent teacher meeting, my mum suddenly became so 'gung-ho' (tasha's word, lol) about motivating me to study. its weird. she keeps looking at me and saying, ''tara, i'm so scared for you...'' and instead of that motivating me to hit the books, it makes me wanna hit her with my books instead. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying to just have one of those 'girls day out'  kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;shan, i heard you wanna do something soon? shall we call sharmee and pretend its like old times? (with kana la also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i'm getting so damn pissed with someone. just drives me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love, darrlings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111797294964549482?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111797294964549482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111797294964549482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111797294964549482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111797294964549482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/06/such-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111753183041419088</id><published>2005-05-31T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:30:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. the past few days have been really difficult for me and finally, it has happened. it was gonna happen sooner or later, and no matter how painful and upsetting it is, i guess it was better that it was now rather than later. i'm taking my o's at the end of this year, i don't need this kinda distractions, cos honestly, they really do distract me. it practically takes over my whole life and i need time for myself. i'm sick of always caring and bothering bout this situation. this needed to happen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn fucking upset, more than i thought i'd be. but to be honest, i can see myself getting over it. there's no point sticking in something not good for you. not healthy for you.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all things happen for a reason, although i wish that it didn't happen, maybe this needed to happen to open my eyes to see how things really are, and not how i want it to be. i have a habit of pretending everything's okay when they're not and its time i face up to it and do something about it. i hate how i always make excuses for these kinda situations, and actually believe what i'm trying to tell myself. that shouldn't be the way.&lt;br /&gt;well, my life is changing right before my eyes, and i can't believe that everything's gone by so fast. i wish i could still be 6 or 7, i don't wanna grow up. i really don't. i'm scared. i'm seriously very scared. all my life i've been in school and i don't know any other way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll be needing time alone for myself for the next few days. i'd prefer it if no one talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;í know i'm being very anti-social, but i really need time to figure out what i want with my life.&lt;br /&gt;i picked up my school report from school today and wasn't happy with the results. it was expected, but still very disappointing. i only have 6 months till the exam that &lt;em&gt;will change my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm being very dramatic, but what the heck, it really is. this exam decides what direction my life will take. its time i realised how serious all of this is, and whatever the teachers were saying were not cos they wanted to irritate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've made this decision, its made me realise that yes, i need time for myself and for my work. cos honestly i haven't given any time to my work. and that is really very stupid, with it being this year out of all. i only have 6 months to make sure i can secure a place in poly. its not as if my parents are rich, that they could afford to send me somewhere private like how many people who failed have done. where is the sense of achievement in that anyway? ya so you still get to do the course. but all that hard work for the past 10 years have gone to waste. and to think it all matters on how much effort you put into this &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;year. its not two or three years, its ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, i've realised alot now. and i guess that i should really put these words down into action and not make anymore excuses.&lt;br /&gt;and neither should you. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111753183041419088?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111753183041419088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111753183041419088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111753183041419088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111753183041419088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111728324855651587</id><published>2005-05-28T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:27:29.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm bored, hyper and lonely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;won't someone talk to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was such a boring day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i actually came online &lt;strong&gt;five &lt;/strong&gt;times today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm still bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow, i swear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not gonna be bored like this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no matter what,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll &lt;strong&gt;find&lt;/strong&gt; something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;If anyone is bored like me, please give me a call. or sms or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111728324855651587?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111728324855651587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111728324855651587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111728324855651587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111728324855651587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/god.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111725839798568532</id><published>2005-05-28T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:33:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up this morning at 8.30 and had tuition at 9...&lt;br /&gt;it was so boring i swear! he gave me like a heap of homework and i've tuition again on monday. i really hate the fact i'm doing my o's at the end of the year. i can't believe that at the end of this year, &lt;em&gt;i would no longer be a secondary school student. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe it? i'll be like ''awaiting my results''.&lt;br /&gt;next year i'll be able to drink, smoke and club and get a job and blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;and to think that people still mistake me for a sec2 student. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i was thinking that B's birthday was like in 3 days, and i found out that may actually has 31 days instead of 30 days. lol. well, i still have no idea what to get him, but it'll probably be clothes. should i make him a card, or buy him a card? do i still write all that mushy stuff knowing that his sisters would probably read it? should i pay for dinner? or should i even let him spend his birthday with his friends??&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, here's 5 things you probably didnt know bout me (and probably don't &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt;  to know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I use a men's razor to shave my legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've already started to used 'oil of olay' (the thought of wrinkles is just scary)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever my dad is away, I sleep in my mum's bed (its more comfy!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In sec one, i used to be 65kgs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I accidentally flashed my hot primary school teacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111725839798568532?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111725839798568532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111725839798568532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111725839798568532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111725839798568532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/woke-up-this-morning-at-8.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111720754027277134</id><published>2005-05-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:25:40.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well well, yesterday was quite an eventful one. well, its a 'misunderstanding', but can i be totally, totally honest here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still not quite sorted out yet. but never mind, i think its best if its just left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to school today cos i slept at 3 the night before, reading a book and was totally buggered when the alarm went off at 6 this morning. but i still dragged myself to the shower and decided not to go to school, mid-shampooing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, spent the morning waking up late, watching re-runs of old hi-5 episodes and complaining non-stop that there was nothing for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping later at suntec and OMG i just &lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;the GSS.&lt;br /&gt;the green handbag from topshop i was eyeing was freaking 9bucks ohkay! i was so happy till i realised that nothing would match and put it back. the clothes on sale in topshop isn't really that nice, mainly winter-wear. so ya. left empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;dorothy perkins was the same, nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya, left to go to city-link and lotsa shops are having pretty good sales. like, adidas i think is having 30% off storewide(if i'm not wrong) so its kinda good cos its Bhushan's birthday in 4 days. heeeee....&lt;br /&gt;then went to &lt;strong&gt;fcuk. &lt;/strong&gt;bought this super-de-duper nice black halter, its just so damn sexy i swear. its like all satiny, with a high neck collar and just so damn yummy and did i mention it was only &lt;strong&gt;nine-fucking-bucks???? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its like hello, its like fcuk, the same fcuk that has a plain cotton tee for $49, and they have tops going for 9 bucks and pants for 15. madness.&lt;br /&gt;the best part is that my mum bought the same top for herself too but only in brown. if only we were the same size.&lt;br /&gt;so ya, spent the rest of the time, looking for a birthday present for B. i seriously have no idea what to get him. i only have 50bucks to spend and everything nice is like 70+++. kinda stressing cos his birthday is in 4 days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just re-read whatever i just wrote and realised i sound so retarded. please excuse the retarded-ness, its just that i'm really sleepy at the moment, and at the same time, i get really excited whenever i talk bout sales/shopping/money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. tuition at 9am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111720754027277134?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111720754027277134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111720754027277134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111720754027277134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111720754027277134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-well-well-yesterday-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111676370777040015</id><published>2005-05-22T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:35:17.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the guy gets all the glory the more he can score, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while the girl can do the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and be labelled a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my god that's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's so damn true i don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p.s i'm not in any way hinting bout my relationship, i just happened to come across that 'quote'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, went shopping again. i'm starting to wish i was so rich. all the clothes in zara, topshop, mango....yummy. its like you know how some rich people have just got zero taste and all that money, it just defeats the purpose of having so much money. know what i mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway finally bought another denim skirt today. i'm so sick of that dark blue one that i have. and so are the people around me. lol. ya so i got it from &lt;em&gt;flesh imp,&lt;/em&gt; as the skirts were like on sale kinda thing. i gotta say, i really love it. its a bit on the short side but what the heck, i love it so much i'd do leg lifts all day. starting tomorrow. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;shopping list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bhushan's present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;peacock feather earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;green belt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;green handbag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;black slippers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yup, kinda planning for the upcoming sales. i &lt;strong&gt;swear, &lt;/strong&gt;i'm gonna like practically camp outside mango everyday, just waiting for the mid-year sales. hehe nah, just kidding. no point really, i'm kinda broke. lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, they said that school is now gonna be all intensive and shit bout the upcoming mother tongue exams, but what about me? i just hope that theres nothing for me to do so i can wake up late everyday and have an early holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111676370777040015?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111676370777040015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111676370777040015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111676370777040015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111676370777040015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/guy-gets-all-glory-more-he-can-score.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111667848931087860</id><published>2005-05-21T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T20:33:18.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this whole week has just been a rollercoaster ride of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;its just been so unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;so many times i just wanted to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scream, cry and just hit something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, everything seems to be so wonderful now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i sound so emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, had my last two papers this week. didnt really study; didnt see the point.&lt;br /&gt;went out with kana on wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;spent alot of money on useless shit&lt;br /&gt;and spent alot of time regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;met up with bhush and although we didnt have much time together, really enjoyed every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss all my cousins. i really do. i just received a testimonial from one of my guy cousins who i thought was friendly towards every single cousin except me,which was such a huge shock.&lt;br /&gt;had a long talk with sam. maybe i really should start going on msn more.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the gossiping with sarah, and comparing problems with kim.&lt;br /&gt;i miss giving girl advice to ken, and complaining about carl's smelly farts.&lt;br /&gt;i miss asking chris if he loves me, and why he doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;i miss mark always insisting he's better than me at every single thing, and me denying it even though he was.&lt;br /&gt;i miss laura, and i how i felt like i had that sister i had always wished i had.&lt;br /&gt;i miss eloise and demi, and how i just feel so loved whenever i'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that all my cousins were with me in singapore, and those who are, i wish i could just not be so arrogant and pick up the phone to call them like they have done so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i didnt migrate to australia. or i wish i at least stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been in a place long enough to say, ''remember that time, ages ago when we...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111667848931087860?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111667848931087860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111667848931087860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111667848931087860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111667848931087860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-whole-week-has-just-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111598217169010719</id><published>2005-05-13T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T19:02:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, i gotta say: my cousin is pretty hot. no no darlings, its not incest of any kind, i'm just pretty proud that he's my cousin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna check out the goods, look up ken-scott in my friends list. hott. well, maybe not in the pic there, but i've obviously seen him heaps of times so i know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, however boring today was, i still reckon it was a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; day. no stress, no studying, no homework; no nothing of anything school-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i woke up this morning at &lt;strong&gt;6am &lt;/strong&gt;to give B a wake-up call. no, i'm not crazy or some kind of pushover that would do the most craziest nonsensical thing for a guy, its just that i had to wake up an hour later so its always easier when i wake up a little earlier first. well, that usually works on most mornings, but this morning i was bloody buggered. its funny how i had no problem waking up at 6am but the minute my mum came over at 7 to start her usual spraying of the water on my face and tickling me till i start kicking her, i was totally buggered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i managed to wake up after much persuasion from my mum and managed to make callum late for school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;after dropping him off at school, my mum and i went to have &lt;strong&gt;prata. &lt;/strong&gt;yes, i know i'm putting on alot of weight but there wasn't much choice! anyway i had a real good brekkie and my mum and i went to my grandma's place. i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;her room. its like &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;best room to sleep in. she's got this massive bed which is soooo damn nice and air-con and even those air-purifier things. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left after like a few hours and got into a cab. okay, it was not worth the freaking money, the driver was practically falling asleep at the wheel. i felt so sick, i was ready to spew. even my mum was feeling it and decided to get off halfway and take a bus. so we did. and little did we know...the bus was full of disgusting smells.&lt;br /&gt;like when we first got into the bus, we had to stand near the door cos like there weren't any available seats and i could smell fucking phlegm. it was as if someone spat out a fucking kilo of fucking phlegm. then, someone got off so i took their seat. next smell: BO of the very worst kind. and the &lt;strong&gt;''best''  &lt;/strong&gt;part is that the guy was practically &lt;em&gt;airing&lt;/em&gt; his pits by putting it up on the seat in front. i couldn't take it i was covering my nose in the most obvious way.&lt;br /&gt;so my mum spotted a empty seat at the back and i practically ran to it. then the next stench hit me: &lt;strong&gt;feet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, you people are so damn selfish. its like cos you people can't practice some damn personal hygeine, the whole damn bus suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i got home i spent like &lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt; in front of the tv. i was actually sitting through lame-ass shows like...Beastman or something, waiting for Gilmore Girls but they weren't showing it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm following my mum to some church talk, more to keep her company than anything else. lol. she said she saw hobday's mum there yesterday (its a 3-day thing) so i really hope she doesn't bump into us today and like go home and tell him, "god, tara's so fat now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to start studying again tomorrow. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111598217169010719?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111598217169010719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111598217169010719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111598217169010719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111598217169010719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-know-i-gotta-say-my-cousin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111590590067536314</id><published>2005-05-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:51:40.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so. the week has gone by pretty quick hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the papers i had this week were all absolute failures, wait, scratch that, ALL my papers were absolute failures. absolutely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the olds are gonna go ballistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still have my chemistry paper 2 and my combined science mcq so i'm gonna &lt;em&gt;study like siao &lt;/em&gt;to at least make up for my pathetic attempt at my physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan is watching the movie &lt;strong&gt;Ray &lt;/strong&gt;on dvd for like what, the fifty millionth time. i swear, he's got a thing for black singers. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a damn mosquito in the room. bastard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111590590067536314?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111590590067536314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111590590067536314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111590590067536314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111590590067536314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/05/so.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111546500831213759</id><published>2005-05-07T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T19:23:28.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss him! arrgh. so annoying. i hate missing someone so much, but at the same time, you know you can't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's studying. i should be too. but...maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhushaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i didn't do much today. woke up late, had a (surprisingly) short shower, studied for like 30mins, babysat and went to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got for my mum a tub of &lt;strong&gt;olive body butter, a marks and spencer hand wash, hallmark card and pretty wrapping paper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't pay for all of it of course. i like pretty much contributed 7bucks? but personally, i think the fact that i'm the one that i did the shopping, wrapping and signing, is enoughh. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just hate it that when someone you hate for being such a bitch is just so damn pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. my ass is numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111546500831213759?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111546500831213759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111546500831213759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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almost feel sorry for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunglasses and a tube top (and mind you, i didn't know she was so flat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know that was really bitchy and mean and rude of me but i'm like just...surprised. she used to be quite pretty, but i don't know..she suddenly looks...scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well the mid years have officially started. and its funny how i seemed more stressed during common tests than the actual exams. i guess maybe its cos somehow i'm expecting to fail cos of all the little hints the teachers are dropping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english paper was absolute shit. the topics were really, &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; stupid. even past o'level topics were not as bad. i seriously screwed up paper one in every way possible. it was by far the worse compo...ever. so predictable, long and draggy and &lt;strong&gt;boring. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compre was alright tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh i need to study!! but failing all my tests recently has brought my motivation to an all time low. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i could leave school and be a bum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111538625478520047?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111538625478520047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111538625478520047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111538625478520047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111538625478520047'/><link rel='alternate' 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boring -  i guess cos i was sitting at a place where i couldnt see a thing. even the sexy priest. lol. i had like a spare seat neat to me but no one seemed to be sitting next to me and some actually stood at the back so i was &lt;strong&gt;discreetly &lt;/strong&gt;sniffing my armpits to see if it was the smell. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and had &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;crappiest lunch ever, ever okay. yucks. anyway rushed through my tuition homework but ended up going late. my tuitionwas supposed to start at 3, but i was still at home then so i messaged my tuition teacher to tell him we're coming late. little did i know, i actually sent it to my brother. i keep doing that actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tuition was boring and my eyes were hurting the entire time. i think its cos they were dry cos i was using my contacts and the air con was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for a &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; nice pair of slippers at charles &amp; keith but they don have it anymore&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway looked around at mango and they were having 30% off some items but it wasnt really that nice so didn't get anything. i just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it when theres a sale at one of your favourite shops and there just isn't anything nice. anyway my mum and i lost my dad at parkway cos the silly old man refuses to bring his handphone. so while we were walking out with my mum like &lt;em&gt;praying&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;we would find my dad, i bumped into kim's friend anmari. she was like, ''hey, you're tara right?'' then i was a little blur cos it was just so out of the blue and i was like ''huh? ya'' then she was like ''óh i'm kim's friend''. and i said, ''ya i remember''  and walked off. i guess she thought i was pretty rude but then i was a little caught off guard and i get a bit anti-social(??) when that happens. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i was supposed to go for the 2.4 run yesterday with B but ended up &lt;strong&gt;eating. &lt;/strong&gt;lol. this is like the &lt;strong&gt;second time&lt;/strong&gt; - remember shankari? but this time it was you tiao instead of prata. haha&lt;br /&gt;i love that boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid brother unplugged the fan in favour of his damn electric guitar and i'm sitting here sweating cos i'm too lazy to go change plugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111495028365807713?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111495028365807713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111495028365807713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really have the mood or the motivation to study. i blame it on the weather, the damn weather makes you feel so useless, and you don't feel like doing anything, even sleeping. ok maybe not for you people who have air con, but i'm sure those who don't can sympathise with my feelings. school was...i dunno? it passed so quickly that hardly anything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, all i can say is that &lt;strong&gt;jeevan is the biggest bitch in the world. like seriously, he bitches worse than a girl -- he bitches worse than ME! and that's saying alot...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhushan's mum makes &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; best food. especially the mango smoothie...yumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm starting to get damn pissed at the HH. - joyce, i've found a name for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for the 2.4 re test tomorrow. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate girls that still msg B on friendster, when its so freaking obvious that he already has a girlfriend. god, read the freaking testimonials people!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marks &amp; spencer's 'forget me not' shower cream smells good. even after the shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111478038778207005?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111478038778207005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111478038778207005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111478038778207005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111478038778207005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/04/lalala.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111425576601563082</id><published>2005-04-23T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:29:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im now like home alone for like the first time in a long time. but they're coming back soon...damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andyways, yesterday was pretty boring. like every other day i guess. mrs ang was being her usual self: A TOTAL BITCH&lt;br /&gt;she actually confiscated joyce's diary and had the cheek to read it? i thought that was really going too far. its one thing to confiscate something, but its another to look through it. especially when you know its a diary. throughout the whole lesson i was freaking pissed cos &lt;strong&gt;some people &lt;/strong&gt;were throwing eraser bits at me. i was so pissed k. its like hello! did you think that if you were to throw something at me and i retaliate, i'm gonna get screwed for like talking or some shit like that? just cos you two don't get scolding or when you do, she is actually indirectly scolding either me or joyce. irritating.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after school stayed in the library, half teaching B social studies and half doing my art. B was doing well till some irritants came along to disturb. anyway went home with B after his test and had oreo bubble tea! yum.&lt;br /&gt;when i came home, my aunt and uncle from england were over and ya. my aunt is pretty cool, she can like tell what sicknesses you're suffering from just by looking at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;so they stayed for dinner and i left for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;TUITION was hell boring. i kept yawning and i could barely keep my eyes open. and he could tell too cos he was like constantly offering me lollies and drinks to try and keep me awake --  i kinda feel bad, but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was quite late when we finished so he sent me home. it was pretty funny cos during the ride when he was talking bout ryan going to dubai for cricket and stuff i was wide awake but the minute he starting talking bout maths topics i started yawning again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway woke up pretty late today. had a good sleep. didn't do much today, except read the papers and eat. studied physics for a little while but stopped when my family went to church cos at least for this one precious hour i won't be disturbed. &lt;strong&gt;damn, they just came back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya im gonna start studying soon cos i won't be able to do much in this damn house of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111425576601563082?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111425576601563082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111425576601563082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111425576601563082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111425576601563082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111407951845943668</id><published>2005-04-21T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T18:31:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent updated in a while huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's nothing much to say really, even if there was i cant really remember at the mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syf is finally over and done with. &lt;strong&gt;though, &lt;/strong&gt;we dont quite have much to show for all the late night practices and stuff. lol. wasn't really that surprised when i found out, i was kinda expecting it really..&lt;br /&gt;speech day is also finally over and done with. funny how i was more scared going up on stage during the rehearsals rather than the real thing. lol. oh ya, and i &lt;strong&gt;honestly&lt;/strong&gt; dont see how its fair that the parents and other guests invited to speech day, got to enjoy a freaking &lt;strong&gt;5 course dinner(!!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;while the prize winners and performers had to eat some shitty buffet which was practically gone after like 5 mins. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a screwed up day. well, not really but it was hell boring so it was in a way screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;the day started off with chemistry, and seethor was like showing us this computer program thing on particles and chemical reactions and all that shit. it was kinda cool but what we all were more interested in was bugging him to change the colours. it took him a good 10mins before he realised that we were just pulling his leg and the original colours were fine. lol. then we had cme. i &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;cme. its like, another mt period, &lt;strong&gt;only better. &lt;/strong&gt;as we had to pass the canteen to get to our cme class, majority of the class bought food from the canteen. aaand, the best part is that people were blatantly eating right in front of her face while she was talking and she didnt say shit. whoa ok. shes damn slack. ya so there was some drama outside, something to do with ahmads girlfriend crying in the girls toilet and ahmad &lt;strong&gt;going into the girls toilet to comfort her? &lt;/strong&gt;anyway we kinda just walked out of class and im sure the teacher saw us but didnt say anything. hmm. anyway, it was me, kana, joyce, tasha, faisal, kai jie and khaaliq and we all were just enjoying the fact that we were hanging outside of class and our teacher didnt give two shits. okay-- well maybe they werent enjoying that fact but i was. anyway we all got bored of standing outside and went in again.&lt;br /&gt;then we had maths. it was...i dunno, to most people it would be weird but i guess im just too used to roger. haha. we had to stay in during recess, which in a way was good cos we were early for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;strong&gt;english: &lt;/strong&gt;mrs ang is a BITCH!!! i hate her so much. i just wish she would just go live in some old age home, that senile old woman. i cant wait till she leaves, though god knows when that'll be. first time im hated so much by a teacher...but to be honest, i'd rather be in her bad books than good, cos i hate the way she sucks up to people like tasha and jeevan and sooria. anyway, during home period, mr wee was just about to launch into a really honest, emotional speech, but mrs woo came along and kinda took up the time and the opportunity was kinda lost. shall not really elaborate on the mr wee thing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had profiling. it was, interesting? and yet surprisingly accurate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows gonna be another boring day...its like even though the subs i have tomorrow are nothing major, i still feel kinda bad skipping it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh. i hate o levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111407951845943668?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111407951845943668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111407951845943668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111407951845943668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111407951845943668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-updated-in-while-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111244052079990655</id><published>2005-04-02T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:15:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one year, one month, and one day....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;b h u s h a n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111244052079990655?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111244052079990655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111244052079990655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111244052079990655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111244052079990655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-year-one-month-and-one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111243814984497015</id><published>2005-04-02T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:35:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was sports day yesterday. Started off with a lot of enthusiasm, but that died down pretty quick. The &lt;strong&gt;cheerleader &lt;/strong&gt;was there yesterday. Bloody extra k. Come all the way in her short little skirt and handbag for one freaking person. Lol. She was sitting there like a freaking loner, and yet I heard that when Tasha was walking over to her to say hi and make her feel more welcome, she actually tried to hide. Some people just think they're simply above the rest of us &lt;strong&gt;normal &lt;/strong&gt;people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanyway, school is getting too tiresome. Dance is like...omg. But in a way it's alright I guess. Cos it's better than sitting at home in front of the telly, trying to shut out my mum's constant nagging bout how I should be more like Rory and blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Ryan's birthday today! I gave him...$10. Lol! I know, I know, very cheapskate but..this month's a little tight. Poor thing, he has a cricket match today eventhough he was planning to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pope is sick.&lt;/strong&gt; Like really sick. Word has it that he's gonna go real soon. I seriously don't know what's gonna happen to the rest of us Catholics. He was by far the best pope we've ever had and with all these screwed up people there are in this world now...sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111243814984497015?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111243814984497015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111243814984497015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111243814984497015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111243814984497015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-was-sports-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111182729151020451</id><published>2005-03-26T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T16:54:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...havent been blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Tasha has come to our class. And i hate the way people keep coming up to me and saying shit like, 'Oh, so you have a new best friend now ah'  and all that crap. Honestly, she's nicer than she seems. Really. She's actually quite nice. She may be really loud sometimes, but otherwise she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't know what's Xena's problem. She's just so damn jealous that we all seem to accept Tasha into our group, and &lt;strong&gt;not her.&lt;/strong&gt; I really feel like slapping her face. I hope she would just fuck off with that boyfriend she seems to be telling everyone about and leave everyone alone. Esp B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I got back my results from the common tests on Monday. Really shit. Not a single A, but I'm quite proud with my Maths results. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Well yesterday was Callum's birthday, today is Regan's birthday and tomorrow is Easter? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what to say on this thing anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111182729151020451?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111182729151020451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111182729151020451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111182729151020451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111182729151020451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111054838913897578</id><published>2005-03-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T21:39:49.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quando, quando, quando</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ces petites chose me parle de vous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. I miss B like fuck okay. SIGH. Why did he have to go to Penang for 4 freaking daayyysss.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. The hols officially start today. Whoopee. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even consider this a holiday dammit. Like, tomorrow i have tuition, then monday and wednesday maths, and wednesday, thursday fridaý ive got dance and on the next saturday again theres tuition again and thursday i have to go settle the class tee and i have to go see my sick grandpa in hospital on one of those days. Sigh. So many things to do on my freaking &lt;strong&gt;holiday. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss B. Sorry for being so irritating bout this but its like, if you are so used to seeing/talking/smsing someone everyday, then suddenly you can't do any of that for like 4 days...how would you feel? I mean I know you all are saying, ''its only four freaking days!!''  but 4 days is alot okay!!! I mean thats like 96 hours...that is a daaaamn long time ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111054838913897578?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111054838913897578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111054838913897578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111054838913897578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111054838913897578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/03/quando-quando-quando.html' title='quando, quando, quando'/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-111003304206748762</id><published>2005-03-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T22:37:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated for a while. Really no mood. Like everyday is so damn tiring that even on the weekends I'm burned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept like 8 hours today. Not last night or this morning, &lt;strong&gt;today.&lt;/strong&gt; Then met up with B for a while. He's so cute. Heh. He had tuition in Bugis so on the way back home he just stopped by and we spent a little time together. That is like so rare nowadays. Hardly see him. And when I do we both are so busy. Anyway his mum was pretty pissed at him so he had to go back after like &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; an hour. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test week is finally over. I passed all except physics, so like in a way I hope I'm on the right track. Quite alot happened during that common test week, specifically Tuesday, but ya. Its kinda resolved now so I won't really bother mentioning it.&lt;br /&gt;Dance is really getting to me. I just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; some of the freaking sec2's (don't worry Farah, you're not one of them) and the dance we're doing for syf isn't really that nice and its tiring and blah blah blah. Sighs. And it's like I &lt;strong&gt;can't not go &lt;/strong&gt;cos like I don wanna have to miss anything then not be able to catch up and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm like &lt;strong&gt;longing&lt;/strong&gt; for the day I can just skip school and stay at home and just sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I can't do that. I know, I know, the school holidays are like just two weeks away but I can't wait that long. And plus on three of those precious days, I've got dance in the morning, which pretty much sucks up all your energy and the rest of the day is spoilt. Then there's still tuition, &lt;strong&gt;studying &lt;/strong&gt;(grr) and blah blah blah. Seriously, one week &lt;strong&gt;is not enough. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope all this worrying doesn't cause grey hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one year, one month and 4 days..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-111003304206748762?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/111003304206748762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=111003304206748762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111003304206748762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/111003304206748762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/03/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110882561884784330</id><published>2005-02-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T23:06:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...its obviously a new blog skin. I like it much better than the previous, as plain as it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated for a while huh. Its been so long I can't even remember what happened since I last blogged...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few random events that have happened since then:&lt;br /&gt;-Received like 80 bucks for CNY. Nothing much compared to most Chinese, but hey, I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;-Valentine's day was hell boring..B had a cricket match (bloody Mr Wee!)&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;strong&gt;passed &lt;/strong&gt;my maths test! Woo hoo! And &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;passed Physics. Asshole Chua deliberately &lt;strong&gt;refused&lt;/strong&gt; to give me the 1 mark I needed, eventhough I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;-Was forced to go to idiotic-useless-and a-complete waste of time excursions. And it was only one-way transport. Stingy bastards.&lt;br /&gt;-Bought lotsa undies! M&amp;S having a fan-fucking-tastic sale. Go tomorrow! Last day!&lt;br /&gt;-Went to the airport to send my aunt off.&lt;br /&gt;-Received my starhub bill...oh my..&lt;br /&gt;-Grandpa came back from hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all I can remember. Hell boring I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is really starting to get to me. I'm like coming home late everyday. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The five-day-week thing &lt;strong&gt;sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss B. But I won't be able to spend much time with him cos of the freaking common tests. Blah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110882561884784330?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110882561884784330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110882561884784330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110882561884784330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110882561884784330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110777018731071216</id><published>2005-02-07T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T17:56:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh! I'm starting to hate this skin. Its so boring and...ya boring. I get so sick of looking at my ugly face everytime I go to my blog..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways someone help me find a nice one ya? I like the layout of this one, but I want something like black so I can put a black and white pic...help???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jamie's new house today. Nice! I like...alot. And ooh ya thanks Jamie for lending me the hair straightener! Hehe...Anyway at Jamie's house we were all watching this Chinese movie thing and slacking. Lol. Her house has like a straight view of the swimming pool...so nice.. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so Chinese New Year eve tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;Kinda &lt;/strong&gt;celebrating it. Although it won't really be a so called 'joyous occasion' cos like the only Chinese in my family and the main reason why we celebrate it, is in hospital. Kinda sad actually....Anyway I have to go stay at my auntie's place tomorrow. Bla. I don't wanna go. Its just that I feel like I have to go cos like otherwise I'd feel bad. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday is like my grand-auntie's 70th birthday. Kinda...dreading it? Cos I know all like the cousins I'm not really close to will be there and I guess things will be kinda awkward...plus I know I'll be scrutinized alot by all those kaypo aunties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of no school! And in the middle of the week! Heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110777018731071216?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110777018731071216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110777018731071216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110777018731071216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110777018731071216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/02/argh-im-starting-to-hate-this-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110768857143831028</id><published>2005-02-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T19:16:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had dinner...omg I'm damn full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made dinner today? Haha...made risotto. Was like looking at my mum's recipe book and I was bugging her to make it but she was like, if you want it you make it. So ya. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with B for a while yesterday. Was trying to study maths but was too distracted by this really really hot guy sitting near me in Starbucks..Omg he is so freaking cute k! But then I had to stop staring cos B was feeling a little shy cos I kept complimenting him bout the way he looked..lol! Aww...he's so cute. Anyway, we didn't get to study much cos it was kinda hard when the music was kinda loud. Anyway had dinner at Hans-- the food sucks. It was horrible and such a waste of money. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my physics test tomorrow, I haven't started studying yet and it's already 7.15pm. Die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110768857143831028?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110768857143831028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110768857143831028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110768857143831028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110768857143831028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-had-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110741365432256648</id><published>2005-02-03T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:54:14.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've come a long way baby...</title><content type='html'>One week and 2 days....heee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell nice. Had a long shower and was using this sugar scrub thing. It was soooo nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn tired. Everyday my bag is just so bloody heavy...mainly cos of english cos Rubiah insists on us bringing both the textbook and a dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually reached home at 1.40-ish. First time I've come home so early. Kinda like it actually cos the house is actually quiet (gasp!) and there's hardly anyone at home. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a bit of drama today. First, I was freaking pissed at that ass hole Seethor. SHit head k. He always picks on me in class. Every single lesson he would at least call out my name like 5 times. Ass. Like everyone else is talking but he only picks on me. Ya so that wasn't really dramaticbut oh well. Then, in maths, Joyce was sent out of class. There was a big fight between her and Roger Lim so ya...it was over Roger moving to the other side so people on the right could see what was on the board. I think he kinda needs to learn to control his anger...&lt;br /&gt;Then Jamie went home sick. Hazrita's mother actually thought we were trying to like get out of school when she saw us waiting outside the front gate for a taxi. I mean like, c'mon, if we really wanted to like skip school, we wouldn't just be standing there, outside the front gate. Haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhh.....I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110741365432256648?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110741365432256648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110741365432256648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110741365432256648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110741365432256648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/02/weve-come-long-way-baby.html' title='We&apos;ve come a long way baby...'/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110701042647494851</id><published>2005-01-29T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:53:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a screwed up day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flag day thing is really, &lt;strong&gt;a bad idea. &lt;/strong&gt;Does it make sense, to have 4 (or more! not sure..) schools come on &lt;strong&gt;same(!!) day, to the same(!!) place&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and do the same(!!) thing? &lt;/strong&gt;Especially when it comes to Singaporeans and donating money. The two just don't go together. I mean like sure, they were generous when it came to the tsunami thing, but honestly, how many of you actually &lt;em&gt;happily&lt;/em&gt; give money whenever a school kid around Bedok Interchange comes to ask you for money?&lt;br /&gt;Never again would I walk away from these poor kids shaking their tins.&lt;br /&gt;And then, &lt;strong&gt;and theeeennnn, &lt;/strong&gt;the fuckers in charge of this thing can actually complain when we came to give our tins back (earlier then what we were supposed to, but honestly, two hours into it, almost &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; was wearing a sticker, except for the stingy ones.)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everytime we walked past their cosy little booth, Joyce, Kana and I, sweating and working to the bone trying to raise money (haha, yeah right, we were actually wandering around in Spotlight, but still, we were sweating) they were happily &lt;strong&gt;chatting away, SITTING DOWN, in the freaking shade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, stupid, stupid. The fat guy actually asked Bhushan (sarcastically ya) : "Is this your first time in Tampines?"  Lame ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell, is so rude to the very people that are &lt;strong&gt;helping &lt;/strong&gt;them? It's not like we actually &lt;strong&gt;volunteered &lt;/strong&gt;for this and then didn't bother to do much. We were freaking forced k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow we're going to see my grandpa, cos he's in hospital...I'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110701042647494851?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110701042647494851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110701042647494851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110701042647494851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110701042647494851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-screwed-up-day.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110656141215809879</id><published>2005-01-24T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T18:10:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bitch.&lt;strong&gt;Bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bitch.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm hmm. Bitch. Who the bloody hell tells someone that they would join you for recess and instead sits with *ahem???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xena that's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and find your own *ahem to hang round with, you freaking ol de kuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway. Saw Sharmee today! Omg, omg, omg. I miss her so damn much la. Like I feel as if something is missing whenever the whole group is there. We were all hanging out all the library after the rest left. I was helping B to do his English compo and omg. It was damn fun. We were laughing the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; time k. Sigh. Miss Sharmee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wee was &lt;strong&gt;scary &lt;/strong&gt;today. He looked as if he was gonna hit Sixian. Not saying Sixian doesn't deserve but...Mr Wee was...whoa. In Social Studies today I was so embarassed. Joyce was telling me that there was something on my face so I was like asking which cheek it was and was like touching my face while looking at her...then Mr Wee was like looking at me, as in waiting for me to stop and pay attention. Then, he &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to go and say, "Tara, there are no pimples la. Pretty already la. I know girls like to hear that." Omg! I was so embarassed k! Ass la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but to be honest I was dying to see Diyana's reaction! Lol! No offence, it was just for fun.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. While waiting for Sharmee to come to school, Kana, Joyce, Jamie and I did some reminiscing on all the...bad times? Like how we were like treated in Sec2. That was a real shitty year. ^Then we started talking bout embarassing things that have happened to our brothers, and a certain "body part". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the new phone. The buttons are just too stiff.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old phone. Sighs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110656141215809879?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110656141215809879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110656141215809879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110656141215809879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110656141215809879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110640721207896134</id><published>2005-01-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:20:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I'm so bored that I decided to post &lt;strong&gt;again. &lt;/strong&gt;Three times in a day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get a chance to go out with B. He had alot of homework and eventhough I know he should finish all his school work before even thinking about going out, I couldnt help but feel selfish and hope that he could still meet up for a while. But I'm happy in the end that we didn't, I really pity him, the poor guy has loads of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried doing a bit of the English compo. Started off rather enthusiastically, but couldnt be bothered after doing like a quarter of it. Kinda hard to reach 400 words, especially when the title is "A &lt;strong&gt;Brief &lt;/strong&gt;Encounter''. Sighs. English is so damn boring. Like Rubiah is hell entertaining with all the impersonations and shit, but blaaah. Its boring. Humanities is also getting boring. Like all this stuff bout Singapore is really really really boring but ya. A bit un-patriotic but hell, who really cares that in the 1980's, manufacturing was the biggest economic activity? Gahh....Starting to &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; maths and physics...what the hell is happening to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to hate Msn. I don't know why, but I just find it so damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110640721207896134?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110640721207896134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110640721207896134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110640721207896134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110640721207896134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110638043712476019</id><published>2005-01-22T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:53:57.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes. It's me again. And only less than 5 mins later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...I just feel irritated. (Pms maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just looking at someone's profile on Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually the jealous type.&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that I really get a strange feeling about her, especially when she's around you-know who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She acts in the strangest way. I mean like, why is it that the day after that incident, she was acting really weird towards me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after knowing what happened to her...makes me feel so wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for quite a long time now. And yet I feel as if I don't trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I overreacting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110638043712476019?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110638043712476019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110638043712476019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110638043712476019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110638043712476019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110637950179982037</id><published>2005-01-22T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:38:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...i got the phone yesterday...3120. Same as Bhushan, Ronald and Sharmee. Lol. Had to go all over for the freaking phone. Like parkway didnt have it, neither did Tampines so finally got it at bedok. Free incoming people! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kana yesterday. She followed me to Parkway cos I wanted to get some stuff. Bought some hair thingy to like stop my hair from becoming frizzy. I seriously hate my hair k! It's like at home I've got like dunno how many bottles and tubes all claiming that they can "define curls" and "stop frizz"  and bla bla bla. And yet I still have people coming up behind me, playing with my hair and making comments like, "Tara, your hair is so bushy"...gee, thanks. Anyway ya, bought a pair of earrings and ear sticks. Sigh. No money k. Still have to buy &lt;em&gt;that person&lt;/em&gt; an x'mas present, pay bills, V'day coming up. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very pms-sy.&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if I happen to snap at you. You know I don't mean it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110637950179982037?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110637950179982037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110637950179982037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110637950179982037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110637950179982037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/well_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110622185953822767</id><published>2005-01-20T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T19:50:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'll be getting my phone soon. The last time I went to the Starhub shop they said that they phone I wanted was outta stock so Ï'm gonna go check later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh. Ngee Ann Poly open house day thing today. Dead boring. It was so bloody crowded and hot and sticky and noisy and just...die-able. I don't think I would wanna go there after my O's. Like most of the courses there don't appeal to me at all...only mass comm but I doubt I would be able to get in so yeah. Still prefer TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework is definitely increasing. Like last year, we hardly had any homework...like hardly as in like maybe one sub a week? Or less? And now...omg. Like everyday there's like a new additon to my organiser. O Levels suck k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ya. Had night class for Maths last night. It was really really good. I did non-stop maths for like 3 hours? I'm freaking proud of myself k. Lol! I'm starting to actually &lt;strong&gt;like &lt;/strong&gt;vectors. Surprising huh, who would've thought that I would actually like maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azhar, Ankit and Shanawaz birthdat tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110622185953822767?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110622185953822767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110622185953822767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110622185953822767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110622185953822767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-think-ill-be-getting-my-phone-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110586574178974923</id><published>2005-01-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T17:00:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with Bhush today. It was prettty fun. Hehe. Was laughing the whole way. Anyway yeah, i lost my phone in a cab and yadda yadda yadda. Didn't feel like elaborating yesterday cos like you know, depressed and shit. Like I had just paid back my mum all the money I owed her for the phone on wednesday, and then on Saturday I lost my phone. How pathetically sad is that k. Anyway, Bhush and I were like thinking bout how I can get a new phone and so decided to like sign up for a &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; plan, and get another phone and let my mum use my other line. SO yes people, yet another new number. So yeah, I just spoke to my mum bout it like 5mins ago and she seemed pretty happy with it so yeah. In a way its good cos I don't really think that plan was working out for me. Think I'll be getting the same plan as Shan (the $25 one right?) So yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, on Friday while waiting at the bus stop after dance, I met &lt;strong&gt;Sharmee&lt;/strong&gt;. Omg, I miss her so so so &lt;strong&gt;so bloody much.&lt;/strong&gt; She told me that one day her parents just made her go see the principal of Geylang Methodist and now she's in it. I really pity her man, like she has really gone through &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; and her parents are making her change school on top of it all. Yeah so we were both talking alot and missed alot of buses before I had to like really go home and left her alone at the bust stop, sorry! Yeah then she sent me a message meant for Kana, cos like I told her that Kana was missing her heaps, so ya I saved it on my phone then...phone lost so message gone. I feel so horrible cos I know that Kana would've really wanted to read that message. Sighs. All my pics are also gone. Like I don't think I'll be able to get another camera phone so...sigh. All that money gone. And plus its like &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;(!!!!) paid for it. Like for most people their parents buy their phone for them but for me, it was &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; that paid for it. I just &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; myself for being so damn careless. But then again I had the phone in the pocket of my tiiiiggght jeans. Who would've thought that it would fall out of tiiiigggght jeans. Damn la. I really really curse the asshole that took my phone. I was like calling my phone like 50 million times before the bastard decided to put my phone off. Arrrgh. Dishonest shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ya. School tomorrow. Don't really feel like going, but hey, who does. Still have to do my English journal thing but thats bout it. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ya, Mum bought the Taufik cd! Its pretty nice, but all of the songs kinda sound the same. My mum is like totally in love with the cd though. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..another rare long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110586574178974923?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110586574178974923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110586574178974923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110586574178974923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110586574178974923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-out-with-bhush-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110579961943683168</id><published>2005-01-15T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T22:33:39.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; my phone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get the line cut, now using my prepaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; bought the phone okay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the horrible ugly orange phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how long it'll be till I get another phone...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110579961943683168?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110579961943683168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110579961943683168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110579961943683168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110579961943683168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/sighs.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110525195777353657</id><published>2005-01-09T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T14:25:57.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twinkle-toes/3133259/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3133259_528910ed35_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twinkle-toes/3133259/"&gt;FW: Multimedia message&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/twinkle-toes/"&gt;archie-bo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;Hmm. At my grandparent's place now. well, was kinda bored so ya. Just trying this out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110525195777353657?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110525195777353657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110525195777353657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110525195777353657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110525195777353657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/yar.html' title='Yar'/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110517326508445950</id><published>2005-01-08T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:34:25.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and yeah. Its quite okay I guess, apart from the constant reminding about o's, o's and more o's. But it's alright I guess. Maths teacher is Roger Lim...I really wonder if I'll be able to understand him...scary. Otherwise everything's the same, except for Mdm Rubiah as our english teacher and Mr Wee as our homeroom teacher. SO yeah, they are all alright I guess, except for like my chemistry teacher? Oh yeah I heard that the people that retained have now got &lt;strong&gt;much&lt;/strong&gt; better teachers. I am so jealous ok! Makes me wish that I retained too. Mdm Anisah for maths and HOD's for some subjects? What the hell, it's not fair ok. Haiz. Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just collected the edusave merit bursary thing. Was expecting to like, be totally alone there apart from Rory, but then Mark and Ann-Marie were sitting near me so I was talking to them the whole time. Then when it actually came to my turn to collect the award, they called out the wrong name ok! It was like some Amanda Qing Yun thing. What the hell! Ass. Lol. But in a way it was good I guess, cos I would've prefered to be called Amanda than dunno-who. You know what I mean. So yeah, the cheque was worth like 250bucks, but after I pay back all that I owe and bills and stuff I worked out that I would be left with like only 80? Sighs. Quite sad really. And plus I don't think that I would be able to get this same award again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, here's the end of a very long and boring entry.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, please do &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; call my hp for anything unless its on a weekend. If you need anything, &lt;strong&gt;please sms. &lt;/strong&gt;Cos ya, I've really gone overboard this month so please co-operate. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110517326508445950?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110517326508445950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110517326508445950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110517326508445950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110517326508445950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2005/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110442097325536830</id><published>2004-12-30T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:45:04.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the Zara sale today. Such a complete waste of time. It wasn't even a proper sale.&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts going from 16 to 14??? Thats like...10% off? Then the skirts were going from 60 to 40. Still pretty ex. So I didnt buy anything. Surprising huh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow is new years eve. In a bit of a dilemma. Bhush wants me to go with him, reuben, hitesh, rebekah and shafeez somewhere. And Ann-Marie wants me to go clubbing with her. I don't wanna go with either, but I just wanna go out. Its not that I don't wanna go with Bhush. Its just that I'm not close to the other people that are going so in a way I guess I feel...like an extra?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna go with Ann-Marie cos I don't know her too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at the mo, talking to Kim and I &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; be going out with her. But theres nothing to do. So I dunno yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I'm sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110442097325536830?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110442097325536830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110442097325536830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110442097325536830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110442097325536830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-to-zara-sale-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110432786806392413</id><published>2004-12-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T21:44:28.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/2651/640/Image294.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/2651/320/Image294.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the shoe I decided to buy for school. Kinda regretting it though, its weird looking and too blue! I'm really really really scared that I won't be allowed to use it for school. And I spent 70 bucks on it! Sighs. Impulsive buy I guess. Anyway did my stationary shopping with Bhush today. Kinda fun eventhough I could tell he was really bored whenever I wanted to look into a clothes shop (and sometimes he even DRAGGED me outta the shop!) Hehe. Bought a notebook, file, pencil case, pens and etc. I don't even wanna THINK about how much I spent today. Still gotta buy a bag cos I really don't think that the bag I have will fit my books. Lol. Joyce darling, could I use your bag again next year...pweeeaaase?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110432786806392413?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110432786806392413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110432786806392413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110432786806392413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110432786806392413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-shoe-i-decided-to-buy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110424548048348072</id><published>2004-12-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:51:20.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another disturbance to my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you people stop disfiguiring my lovely tagboard with your ugly names? 6369? At least put your real name or make up a nice name like scott, russell or you know? Not freaking numbers! Anyway love, I know who you are. It's pretty darn obvious. Just next time we have our little chat, use spell check or something please!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way darling, its "Compliments of the Season", NOT merry christmas. Christmas is over, and, as its still the Christmas season, you say Compliments of the Season. Now now, please take note of my spelling and don't screw it up next time okay? And might I add, use a little imagination when insulting me please! Filthy, sickening, smelly animal? Don't tell me that those few little words are all that make up your vocabulary?? Perhaps keep a thesaurus nearby? (ooh! do you &lt;strong&gt;know &lt;/strong&gt;what a thesaurus is? Let me help you, a thesaurus is a book that lists other words that mean the same thing. Got it junior?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Such a hassle keeping these young things in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had tuition in the morning. Amazingly, he didn't say a word about the fact that I only did one question in the whole two week holiday. Yeah that's right, for the fact that he gave me the Christmas week off from tuition, I consider it a &lt;strong&gt;holiday. &lt;/strong&gt;Pathetic hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm &lt;strong&gt;planning&lt;/strong&gt; to go out with Bhush to get my stationary stuff. Just hope things work out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatles rock la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110424548048348072?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110424548048348072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110424548048348072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110424548048348072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110424548048348072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/yet-another-disturbance-to-my-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110407048722149021</id><published>2004-12-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:14:47.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Compliments of the season darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days? Whoa. Well, nothing absolutely fantastic happened (apart from the mng sale!) and yeah. Christmas was okay I guess. I got quite a bit of money, and the presents were a disappointment, except of course for the the bag that my brothers gave me (but then again I chose it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was really....I dunno what to say also. Like in morning, i had to rush my shower, dressing and make-up just cos my dad didn't wanna leave earlier than my mum. So we rushed there for absolutely nothing at all, cos we were the only ones there and had to wait two hours, &lt;strong&gt;TWO FRIGGIN HOURS&lt;/strong&gt; just for the rest to come. And when the rest finally did come, it was still boring. Yeah sure I was with my cousins and stuff but its like, when you only see them like once a year, what can you really talk about?&lt;br /&gt;So then went to my other grandparents house and enjoyed the air con? All the while I was like &lt;strong&gt;dying&lt;/strong&gt; to go back home and sleep. Yeah so came home and was grumpy for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay. Had church and my auntie's family came over. After when to parkway cos I was looking for my school shoe. I really liked this adidas shoe, but its like when I asked the guy for a bigger size they said that it was a kid's shoe. I was like "huh????" It seriously looks like an adults shoe ok! So now I'm shoe-less. I seriously dunno what shoes to get for school. Maybe I'll get those Converse canvas shoes? Ahh I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNG sale: Brown skirt, brown cami, pink blouse, bag, wallet and a fantabuloustic pair of pants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110407048722149021?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110407048722149021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110407048722149021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110407048722149021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110407048722149021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/compliments-of-season-darlings-these.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110372955455121948</id><published>2004-12-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T23:32:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg. I just took ages to write a super long entry until poof! The whole thing bloody disappeared when I tried doing some shortcut. Well, here i go again. (This time much more summarized and not so long winded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in 3 days! Doesn't feel like it though. I dunno why. Christmas just isn't christmas when you don't have that, warm, fuzzy feeling that is especially noticeable when you can just sit for hours, gazing at the christmas tree and wondering what could possibly be in that odd shaped present sitting under the tree with your name on it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of the lameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing much these past few days. Helped make all the cakes and tarts, lazed around, played uno(like fifty million times) and learnt portuguese. My grandmother was teaching me and Ryan. Omg its like finally I have a mother tongue! It's like now I finally feel that I'm not so useless that I can only speak like one language which like &lt;strong&gt;everyone &lt;/strong&gt;can speak which makes it so...un-unique. I mean like okay fine, I have only learnt the very basics and a few naughty words here and there (hehe!) and I don't have a huge vocab of portuguese words but I still feel special. Haha ya i know I'm being lame again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is the much anticipated mango sale. I can't wait! I'm like dying to find something else to wear for christmas cos I really really really don't feel like wearing what I'm supposed to be wearing. So just hope that the little money that I have goes a long way tomorrow. Lol. I also have to get all my school stuff, but that is gonna have to be after christmas cos that's when all the money will be coming in. Hehe. Already decided which shoes I'm gonna buy, I've kinda got my school bag but its too small so I think I'm gonna have to get a bigger bag for pe days. Also gotta get files, notebook (all unnecessary but who gives a shit! hehe) and also all the stationary stuff. Wanna get it from borders but hopefully theres nice stuff! Borders were having 15% off today but I don't quite have enough money to buy those things now (esp with the mng sale tomorrow!) so I guess I'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the "summarized and not so long winded" entry huh? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110372955455121948?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110372955455121948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110372955455121948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110372955455121948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110372955455121948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/omg_22.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110338047706666828</id><published>2004-12-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:51:42.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if someone bitches bout you and can actually get it &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; when backstabbing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they make the person that they told &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;secret to,  promise not to reveal who told them &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then act oh-so-very-casually the next day, knowing bloody well that they have just told &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; secrets to someone, getting it wrong, and making them promise not to tell you who told them &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;secret &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHEN(!!!)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; they promised you in the first place not to tell anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking bitch, i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110338047706666828?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110338047706666828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110338047706666828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110338047706666828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110338047706666828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm_19.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110337877516073888</id><published>2004-12-18T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:06:15.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas in a week! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait. We finally wrapped up all the presents and the house is like...omg. My mum went a little mad with all the X'mas decor. Its like everywhere (and i mean &lt;strong&gt;everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;) you look there's something christmassy, even in the toilet? All i know is that when x'mas is finally over, we're gonna have a tough time taking it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, haven't really updated in a while. Saw polar express a few days ago. It was okay i guess, but a little cheesy. My mum really liked it though, even more than my little brother. Hmm. Anyway, also received a letter. Seems like i got the edusave award thingy...yay! Money!!!But to be very honest, i wasn't actually supposed to get it but i guess that the people that were kinda 'moved' by my mum's 'speech' bout why i should get it eventhough my family's income is more than $3000 and bla bla but oh well, i'm just happy that i'm getting it. Oh yeah, rory had yet &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; freaking award, and this one is worth $150. So that means, in total he'll be getting $650! Urgh its so not fair. But then i guess he deserves it la, cos he came in first in his school for his n'levels so yeah. I guess i shouldn't really be complaining and instead i should be congratulating him. SO congrats bro on doing well for your exams. I don't really know if he will read this or not but oh well. I hope he doesnt. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala. I'm so happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110337877516073888?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110337877516073888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110337877516073888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110337877516073888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110337877516073888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-in-week-yay-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110303479314693529</id><published>2004-12-14T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:33:13.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Had tuition finally. Was pretty annoyed at him cos i took such a long long time doing my homework to impress him and in the end he concentrated on a previous chapter and did not acknowledge my hard work. Hmmph. Yeah so after tuition, went with my mum to my dad's friends shop to get our hair done. Had a haircut and my hair straightened (only lasts one day so don't get excited!) Kinda like it actually. Now contemplating rebonding. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That was my day. Except that i didn't mention that i was staring into the mirror at myself non-stop and playing with my straight, shiny, smooth, silky hair. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Doesn't really feel like Christmas. I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110303479314693529?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110303479314693529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110303479314693529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110303479314693529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110303479314693529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110286120761860557</id><published>2004-12-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:20:07.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderin whats up with the pic below? Well yeah, i was trying to learn how to post pics on my blog and was just trying it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, this is the first time i posted 3 posts in one day&lt;br /&gt;hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110286120761860557?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110286120761860557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110286120761860557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110286120761860557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110286120761860557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha-wonderin-whats-up-with-pic-below.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110286100293870597</id><published>2004-12-12T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T22:16:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/2651/640/Image170.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/25/2651/320/Image170.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chrissie treee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110286100293870597?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110286100293870597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110286100293870597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110286100293870597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110286100293870597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-chrissie-treee.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110285924930902726</id><published>2004-12-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:47:29.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so full! Just came back from dinner at swensens cos it was my aunties birthday and she wanted to treat my whole family to dinner. It was okay i guess, tho now i'm like so stuffed! Haiz. Really gonna end up obese soon. Sad. And i know that &lt;strong&gt;someone &lt;/strong&gt;will probably have something to say bout that...eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put up the x'mas tree today. Well, not really me la, i was mainly watching &lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;i did help a bit so yeah. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, talking on the phone now to bhushan. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110285924930902726?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110285924930902726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110285924930902726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110285924930902726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110285924930902726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110268740231214422</id><published>2004-12-10T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T22:03:22.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you just hate people that don't wanna get involve with things that involve them? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a huge headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescheduled my tuition for tmr. Didn't do my homework. Hehe. So yeah, i asked my bro to sms my teacher and ask him if we could change it to another day cos i was 'down with the flu'. I just hope he bought it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched Briget Jones Diary 2 with my mum today. It was really really funny. Even better than the first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Christmas is coming very very very soon. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110268740231214422?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110268740231214422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110268740231214422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110268740231214422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110268740231214422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/dont-you-just-hate-people-that-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110252536835624792</id><published>2004-12-09T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:04:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas is coming!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yup. That's just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;16 more days!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Presents. Ohhh the presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohkay, i'm not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; materialistic. I''m just not as privileged as most. So this kinda thing &lt;strong&gt;excites &lt;/strong&gt;me ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110252536835624792?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110252536835624792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110252536835624792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110252536835624792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110252536835624792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-ya-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8208033.post-110252468834648419</id><published>2004-12-09T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:55:31.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what.&lt;br /&gt;After looking around at everyone else's blog and then comparing theirs with mine, i have just realised that my entries are very very short compared to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was like &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;most boring-est day ever. K. Like i woke up in the morning and practically did nothing. Except a bit of maths. But it was so little so therefore it can considered as nothing. Ya. At about 8, my mum and i decided to do the spontaneous thang and just got dressed and went to Tampines (again!) to catch Briget Jones. Obviously, we were not fools to go there without knowing the timings and such, so i checked the movie titles and timings under Century Square on my phone(god bless technology nowadays) and they said that there would be a movie shown at 9.15pm. So my mum and i, rushed there, to find out that my bloody handphone had indeed mislead me into thinking there was a movie shown at 9.15, when the last show was at like 5! Andyways, in a way it was kinda good cos eventhough i was like dyinggg to see the movie, i was also like hell tired.&lt;br /&gt;Went home by bus. I swear, i seriously would have rathered paid 10bucks or whatever for a cab back than have sat in the bloody &lt;strong&gt;smelly &lt;/strong&gt;bus. It stank like...i dunno, many things. Like freaking &lt;strong&gt;piss&lt;/strong&gt;, BO and also like you know that really strong perfume like those old Malay/Arab/Indian ladies wear? I mean like no offence, really, but like you know those really smelly ones? yeah so i was like DYING!!!! on the bus. Had a headache cos of the smell. And NO, i am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; exaggerating. On my way outta the bus, i saw an old man holding a hankie or something to his nose, so i guess the stinky smell got to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..brother rory has received a letter from edusave informing him that he has won a scholarship thingy. In other words, money.&lt;br /&gt;Í mean like its so not fair okay! This is his third bloody money award. I mean like he already has so much of money and yet hes getting more! Again!! And its not like 50 bucks mind you, its like freaking 500 bucks please! (well 500 bucks if he did as well as last year, other wise 300 or slightly less) And i mean like, i was like offered so much less but &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; if my family's income was less that 3000. I mean like omg wtf okay! Its like, they can give 500 bucks to people all across s'pore but its like so hard to give just a bit to others who did considerably well? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya la i know im jealous. But i mean, wouldn't YOU feel the same? Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so i dunno why, but i've been really grumpy these past few days. Periods probably coming soon. Damn la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(btw, noticed how long my entry was? hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8208033-110252468834648419?l=starr-struck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/feeds/110252468834648419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8208033&amp;postID=110252468834648419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110252468834648419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8208033/posts/default/110252468834648419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starr-struck.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>tara...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030291007341606057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
