<?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-8145209</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:34:38.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+*QuiN*+ down memory lane..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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spend christmas huh.&lt;br /&gt;the injection made me drowsy so i'm zoning in and out.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'm certain that santa actually gave me something! whether good or bad, i'm contented. maybe it's what i deserve for being such a bad girl this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. here's wishing you a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolutions? they only last for 3 days. and than i totally forget bout them. so oh well, see you next year okay! =D huggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me submerge myself into the warmth and lustre of the tropical region and savour every bit of it. i'll miss you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you never fail to make me teary-eyed whenever you say something. because i miss everything we had. but my feelings echoes through the silent and no longer existent memories. do i really have to accept the truth? i don't want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-3637177792522269309?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3637177792522269309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=3637177792522269309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3637177792522269309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3637177792522269309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye-bye.html' title='bye-bye'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-2774225060730338998</id><published>2006-12-24T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:03:01.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY XMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grown-up Christmas List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote to you with childhood fantasies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm all grown-up now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you still help somehow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a child, but my heart still can dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grown-up Christmas list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not for myself, but for a world in need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That right would always win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love would never end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe only in that blind belief can we ever find the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time would heal our hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That right would always win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And love would never end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my only lifelong wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my grown-up Christmas list&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY XMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great great xmas!&lt;br /&gt;i feel a little dizzy though, high on wine =)&lt;br /&gt;love you loads kay!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder where's santa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-2774225060730338998?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2774225060730338998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=2774225060730338998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/2774225060730338998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/2774225060730338998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='MERRY XMAS!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-1726849186010541231</id><published>2006-12-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:56:28.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sun-s</title><content type='html'>Heyy ppl-who-actually-read-this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tuition today and that boy is getting more naughty. gee. he bully ppl lah! and he never listen to me! NAUGHTY LEH! and he insulted my cute drawing. oh wells. i'll miss my angels next week. such heart-melts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was waiting for the train at bb.. there was this ang-moh family of 5 on vacation. the ang-moh woman was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"this is the train system. it carries hundreds of people everyday. did you know, people won't give way and will push to get into the train! you have to squeeze in!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. this is the impression we give foreigners eh. despite the courtesy campaign and everything. BUT she saw me and she rolled her eyes at me! so guess wat! they aren't that courteous either! just putting on airs. all the crap. GEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was a happy day. since i'm too lazy to repeat it, it'll be on INSANE-3SOMEs bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerios! have a great xmas celebration!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1726849186010541231?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1726849186010541231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1726849186010541231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1726849186010541231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1726849186010541231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-sun-s.html' title='my sun-s'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-3138989092066785451</id><published>2006-12-21T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:22:16.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout</title><content type='html'>a burnout partay was held at my house today! hahaha. insanes and bervonster! it was really wild. we are soo gonna crash that game! =)&lt;br /&gt;than cookie-wookie and i decided to play "throw the mixed nuts into your mouth by tossing it in the air" game. most of the nuts ended up on the floor anyway and in the end, we were filled with nuts. haha. another silly thing to add to our list. btw, there's a technique to it! you have to position the nut just at the right part of your palm, flick it vertically up with one smooth motion, prepare your head where you think the nut will land, stick out your tongue and catch it! it's fun! try it!&lt;br /&gt;and i fell down today! in my house! tripped over some protruding object while dashing for the door and landed really hard on my knee. guessed the pain kinda travelled through my spine cos i felt it thru my nose and in my head. weird huh. my knee is swollen and red now. will probably get worse tml. oh well, guess that's for being such a klutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though color has been added into my life, but a part of it has been taken away too. and that's my true quality of life. i don't feel like i've contributed anything to the world at all. wasting my youth away doing random stuff. i was learning origami just now.&lt;br /&gt;i've achieved the life i've long envisioned during the As, and that is one filled with laughter and friends. but maybe that's not what i my heart truly desires. maybe that's why i don't laugh whole-heartedly these days. i feel as if my life's half lived. i don't like it one single bit. and i don't like my attitude these days either. post-exam syndrome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-3138989092066785451?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3138989092066785451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=3138989092066785451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3138989092066785451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3138989092066785451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/burnout.html' title='burnout'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-7486644737230696569</id><published>2006-12-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:46:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry angels</title><content type='html'>went towning with dardar and joannie today. town is sure gettting boring. but yup, love hanging with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met stupid gal and went to tuition together. stupid gal simply loves the kids. while me? well, i was a little harsh with them cos they seem to be getting naughtier. and i feel so bad for yelling at my little angels! to them, i must be one big devil. i don't believe in getting too friendly with them though. but aiyer, my PW mate used to insist but i simply brush it away, but i have to agree now. i am a &lt;u&gt;perfectionist&lt;/u&gt;. i don't like it when the class is disorganised. but i know that they're just kids, barely 7 yrs of age. i can't expect a class of perfect angels. i have to realise that. i have to reflect on what i did today. i feel bad. sorry angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-7486644737230696569?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7486644737230696569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=7486644737230696569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/7486644737230696569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/7486644737230696569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-angels.html' title='sorry angels'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-5593104099424482117</id><published>2006-12-20T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:46:08.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunite</title><content type='html'>howdy-doody! it's TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i dunno if he'll see this but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERVAN! =)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll know you'll love us in time to come!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. had a p6 reunion today! every reunion will guarantee a doodly-goodly time. gained a few pounds at vi'lage. i didn't know it wasn't marche anymore. but food is the same leh. and had a "kicking" good time at xin wang hk cafe. it just feels all so familiar and comfortable in the company of old pals. duncha agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this really really good-looking guy! i think he's a model. really tall and mixed-blooded. after spotting him, every other guy seem so... soo... soooo.. oh well. but nobody is a perfect package. i tell u, he is &lt;i&gt;*drop-dead*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's winter-time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain have been trickling down non-stop. some say the rain really dampens the spirit. but i love it leh!&lt;br /&gt;i love how the rain comes down from the sky, how it connects heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;i love how the raindrops settles on the car windows and when the lamp lights shine on it, the droplets turn to crystals.&lt;br /&gt;i love how when i look out of hk cafe's dark window with the rain illuminated by the lights outside, they come down as shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;i love how the roads are flooded and puddles form everywhere, so i can splish-splash around in it.&lt;br /&gt;haha. gross rite. but i used to do that in pjc too! at the ramp esp when's its a downpour. than everyone will scold me. but i still love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;and it's so cold now, i don't feel drowsy at all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-5593104099424482117?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5593104099424482117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=5593104099424482117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/5593104099424482117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/5593104099424482117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/reunite.html' title='reunite'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4950808622446319897</id><published>2006-12-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:46:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was enjoyable as usual. p3/4 kids are so much more relaxing to tutor than p1 kids. and i told them to write journals! hahaha. and yuppie, they're much more guai! aiyah, i still love all of my little angels with halos i can't resist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went towning today and what's new besides sales and more sales. but it's a great time for us to go check out what they sold in shops which we would never step into if it weren't for the sale. the clothes are not very much more glam than average brands. so we concluded it's all in the name's sake. oh well, fact of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, he paid, sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MJ &lt;/span&gt;is the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wish me Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahaha..!)&lt;br /&gt;and if YOU have even the &lt;strong&gt;slightest&lt;/strong&gt; doubt that my birthday falls in december, don't! you owe me a birthday present! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gawd. i should stop thinking about finding a job. it makes me one dull girl indeed. okie. BURNOUT REVENGE on ps2 is but THE best racing and crashing game ever! it releases that little devil inside of you. muahaha. it's raining now. and it sure feels good! i'm bored again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4950808622446319897?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4950808622446319897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4950808622446319897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4950808622446319897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4950808622446319897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/heys-tuition-was-enjoyable-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-3622057299296046409</id><published>2006-12-15T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:14:03.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA. JB shopping uber rocks! bags bag bags and more bags at the end of the day! =) YAY! although my risk of lung cancer went up by 10%. i don't think i can ever live there. i was cursing all the smokers... racing-racing here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TECKY&lt;/span&gt; IS THE FIRST TO WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he paid me to say this! hahha. thanks tecky!! =) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am rather pissed with THAT f&amp;b company! erghs! YOUR LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i lied, there was so much more to that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it doesn't matter anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because the sun shines a different light now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-3622057299296046409?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3622057299296046409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=3622057299296046409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3622057299296046409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3622057299296046409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping.html' title='shopping!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-8587481517790143647</id><published>2006-12-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:56:07.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where should i start from?</title><content type='html'>watched eragon today! whee~ now i wanna be a rider! i wanna have a dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i was watching the movie previews, i got sooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;SIMPSONS THE MOVE (in 2-D) is coming out next JULY! YAY-ness!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. HARRY POTTER is a must-watch too!&lt;br /&gt;and how can i forget dearest SPIDEY! my fav superhero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was cookie-wookie's and my lucky day today! MNG SALE! 50%! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;dined at O'Briens. i thought it was not bad!&lt;br /&gt;to us, it was a complete day, a day which we haven't had for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddy-tutoring again! there's a new boy today who gets irritating and he barely makes up for it with his brightness. i was quite pleased with JR cos he aced his spelling test. well, KM was a little disappointing and what can i say, JW is as cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "how do you pronounce this?" (points at Sunday on the board)&lt;br /&gt;jw: "TUNDAY!"&lt;br /&gt;me: "what about this?" (points at Snake on the board)&lt;br /&gt;jw: "NAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;and than he'll flash me his sweet-sweet heart melting smile and hop around happily. there wasn't a split second where i was frustrated with him. he just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt at lost though. i really don't know where to start teaching them cos they don't seem to know anything yet. i guess i'll have to take things slowly. maybe i don't know them enough yet, gee, research not thoroughly done.&lt;br /&gt;little monsters they will soon be but for now, they'll be my little angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there will never be anyone like you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-8587481517790143647?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8587481517790143647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=8587481517790143647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8587481517790143647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8587481517790143647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-should-i-start-from.html' title='where should i start from?'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4744957187898700069</id><published>2006-12-12T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:45:04.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfq5Po_CRxM/RX6-5CIJG_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wzcJJumzYPE/s1600-h/_Scream_Until_Youre____.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007649722715413490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfq5Po_CRxM/RX6-5CIJG_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wzcJJumzYPE/s200/_Scream_Until_Youre____.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;scream-jump-whine (repeat)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know what, i don't need you! so just disappear. don't ever give me hope again. don't ever expect me to stare at my phone again cos i feel like throwing it away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUPER-DUPER frustrated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it's OKAY! i've got the rest of dec to enjoy.. or "enjoy"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this sure is getting annoying. i feel like bitting someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r100/quinstar88/zheng2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this hottie here is taken!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4744957187898700069?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4744957187898700069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4744957187898700069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4744957187898700069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4744957187898700069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfq5Po_CRxM/RX6-5CIJG_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/wzcJJumzYPE/s72-c/_Scream_Until_Youre____.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145209.post-1085427044812542775</id><published>2006-12-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:45:10.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCO-CO-COO!</title><content type='html'>helloooos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th &amp; 7th welco had a dinner gathering today! whee~ ate lotsa foodies. but i guess the best part is the familiar company of 6th welco. it's been so long since we've got together. as usual, they're full of crap, which is good cos i love crap too! made me laugh till my sides hurt. and our juniors gave us a prezzie each! sweets~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sai-kang warriors reunited once again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reminisce of the brooms and mops and SC room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweet sweat =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was looking thru my previous red cross course file cause i owe someone something for god knows how long. gosh. i forgotten 95% of everything i learned! even the simplest recovery position. gees. actually first aid is quite fun lahs. it's just all the naggings and scoldings and pumpings. i never thought i'll say this but i have little bouts of misses for my cadet days. i do so love footdrill! and the sun on my skin, burning my toes when it heats up my black boots. sweat trickling, head held high, fists tightly clenched, elbows locked, always alert in fear of being scolded. after passing out, i found that my discipline and determination kinda lagged. i wasn't as self-disciplined as before. come to think of it, i forgot the commands too.. Grrrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's... Monday? everyday seems like a Saturday. and i think i'm gonna be unwanted again. i had that special feeling that day. but oh wells, my sixth sense is one of the most inaccurate ones around. somehow i feel so empty. there's nothing self-fulfilling in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't belong living in your precious memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1085427044812542775?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1085427044812542775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1085427044812542775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1085427044812542775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1085427044812542775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/welco-co-coo.html' title='WELCO-CO-COO!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-1539848826268718019</id><published>2006-12-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T11:43:24.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunch-noe</title><content type='html'>IKEA @ tampines sure knows how to make customers satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;meatballs are my all-time-love, herring plate is a current crush.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention how the arrow on the weighing scale seems to go crazy everytime i'm on it? damn you, arrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waiting for that call.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be another week.&lt;br /&gt;what do i look forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the single star speaks for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1539848826268718019?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1539848826268718019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1539848826268718019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1539848826268718019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1539848826268718019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/dunch-noe.html' title='dunch-noe'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-1828269965662436060</id><published>2006-12-09T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:50:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black &amp; white</title><content type='html'>konichiwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling like a lethargic idiot.&lt;br /&gt;went for 2 interviews yestd and one is mighty interesting. i think i spent half of dec going for interviews. haha. than turning half of them down. looks like i've got nothing else better to do. but the more i can't have it, the more i want it! &lt;em&gt;pls call me pls call me pls call me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than crazy gals and ivan went to watch Happy Feet! the penguins totally melted my heart away. i think i was squealing about how cute they were every 5 mins. the other times i was screaming because the action was exciting! well, for one who hasn't caught a lot of movies. and i thought the dance numbers were fun! i'm quite easily entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today all tired out. i dunno why! maybe lack of exercise. gee. went for tutoring! awww. kiddies. i'm starting to have a thing for them. and again, 3 little boys came! p4 now though. gave them ws and compos. but i feel so unprepared this time. maybe because i have not a friggin' idea what a verb or noun or past present participle or adjective or whatever english thingy english is made up of. so it's hard to explain their wrong sentence structure or grammar in their essays. i blame myself for not preparing enough. okay! i shall make it a personal agenda to get to the bottom of this chimy thingies so that i can be a better tutor and hopefully, they will get good grades! it's self-fulfilling if they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna get down to my tapes. and i have only one thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PENGUINS &lt;em&gt;OWN&lt;/em&gt; THIS X'MAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i remember all the times you've brought me through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll move on, i'll go on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll take your hand, and you will guide me along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i say, come what may, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll hold on to my hope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even through the rain, i want to smile again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1828269965662436060?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1828269965662436060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1828269965662436060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1828269965662436060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1828269965662436060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-white.html' title='black &amp; white'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-2192877358444768327</id><published>2006-12-08T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:29:13.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad?</title><content type='html'>heyheys~ my breath stinks of super spicy stingray, watermelon juice, teh-ice and sea coconut dessert! my supper! =) piggy behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised my stupidest, i looked at the classifieds today and saw a certain f&amp;amp;b company (i shall play safe and not mention the name) having vacancies. so we decided to give it a go. we got a little lost, which is pretty usual, and finally found it. the employers are really nice. they actually hired us on the spot and told us that our training will commence tml! BUT the pay is tooooo low. we didn't wanna be some underpaid slaves. so oh well, we had to let the job go. but i feel so bad within! they're so nice to us but we rejected them just like that! sorry sorry sorry!!! gomenasai!!! :( i would have taken up that job if it paid better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i totally adore my current employers! went back to the centre today and prepared lotsa lotsa materials for my kiddies! was at the photocopying machine for an hour plus and my arm aches from constantly lifting and closing the lid. building muscles yea. than the employer took us for supper! his treat! and gave us a ride home! haha. where can you find such nice employers? i will work hard for them! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. it's a new day tml! new job options! new interviews! new rejections! hopefully a new job?&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur. dunno why i'm so unwanted though. boos~&lt;br /&gt;trala! this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i pinned my hopes too high, believed too much, and stumbled down in the end. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at least i learned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i guess, i'm used to it. i can't force it anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boundaries of the heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-2192877358444768327?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2192877358444768327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=2192877358444768327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/2192877358444768327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/2192877358444768327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/bad.html' title='bad?'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-7996558347186544449</id><published>2006-12-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:07:49.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuition kiddies</title><content type='html'>gosh. my throat is a desert. totally dry.&lt;br /&gt;had driving lessons and it's quite boring. gee. except the junction part which got me a lil stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to tuition. teaching primary one english. geee. who send their kids to tuition when they're in primary one? oh wells. okay lah. they're quite cute. 3 lil boys came today. one smart, one naughty and one.. uncontrollable. boys are hard to handle lah. gave them ten words to study. and because they did badly that's why i have to give them spelling test 2 times. and than i told them to draw 3 words because they just don't seem to get the meaning of the words. i believe in arts education anyway. and i believe kids love drawing more than words. right? arghs. last 15 minutes i was at lost at what to do, so i played a game of point at your body parts. gee. at least they were able to jump and hop around. and i think i'm stuck with them for one year. no worries. i think i can grow to love them. how can i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wj: "so who is she?"&lt;br /&gt;boy: "Mi-How!" (instead of Miss How)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww. sweets.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat? i signed up for another english class on sat! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes Mi-How the English tutor! mwahaha. be scared. be VERY scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i love talking with you like we've never talked before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's time i think over your definition in my life.&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/8145209-7996558347186544449?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/7996558347186544449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=7996558347186544449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/7996558347186544449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/7996558347186544449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/tuition-kiddies.html' title='tuition kiddies'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4793573495453016851</id><published>2006-12-06T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:35:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whoever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem so different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detached&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're playing a game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A twisted word match&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trusting doesn't seem the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it's because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't be you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have no more need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a friend Like me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Emotionless Crystal-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4793573495453016851?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4793573495453016851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4793573495453016851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4793573495453016851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4793573495453016851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-whoever.html' title='to whoever'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4654192287232772486</id><published>2006-12-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:27:10.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tootsies</title><content type='html'>after today, i'm convinced i have "TOOT-TOOT" written on top of my forehead. i'm seriously blur. oh man! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cookie-turned-sam-soon-addict was late. so we rushed to bbdc, and it didn't help that it rained. being flustered and everything, i saw the wrong classroom! okay. fine. F is not B. so we ran into the classroom and sat down. the instructor was talking about breaking distance, headlights, floods.. and i was all "huh???". than we realised it was FTL 1.01and not BTL 1.01. geee!! stupified. so we ran off during breaktime. went for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;when we came back for the second lesson, we had the same instructor! and he recognised us! damn embarrassing can. ohh.. but i saw a few friends there! yay-yay!&lt;br /&gt;luckily, the instructors were nice and they allowed us to go for make-up lessons. and our try-sell was a success! BIG PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll ever be so lucky the next time round. omg! i dunno how i'll do on the road. actually, the thought of it is quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;i feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;gonna tutor kiddies tml! bwahahahha.. so excited =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. click "PLAY". my fav gaming webby! so cute! all the cute cute characters and nice music. but they've stopped adding new games. blerghs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a glorious feeling, i'm happy again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm singing, i'm singing, in the rain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohh.. the happy 60s era.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4654192287232772486?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4654192287232772486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4654192287232772486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4654192287232772486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4654192287232772486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/tootsies.html' title='tootsies'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-5756030512485419768</id><published>2006-12-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:55:57.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary-Pals</title><content type='html'>had a primary school reunion today!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, many outted at the last moment.so turnout was a flop again! hahaha. funny, these outings never turn out successful. but with the usual 3 and an additional always-missing-but-miraculously-here-paul-frank, it was a hit! hahaha. as usual, everyone turned against me and bullied me! evil rite this ppl. nvm. i love them too! hurhur. and shishi was all-smiles! in fact, everyone was jus laughing. haha. just love hanging with them. =D&lt;br /&gt;but.. gee.. dunno when we'll get to hang together like that again. with everyone so busy and all. and to that "friend", i didn't express it just now but inside i'm fuming, i'm disappointed, i'm hurt. since you have "new friends" and we don't matter to you at all than fine, suit yourself. after all these years we mean so little to you when you mean so much to us. all your words are fake, your friendship is but a lie. no tears will be spilled over losing you, only regrets of knowing you. gee. why am i even bothering in the first place? u piss me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received 2 tapes! Yay! gonna work really hard! and my job searches are still unfruitful. erghs.&lt;br /&gt;total failure lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there is no such thing as a mere coincidence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-5756030512485419768?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/5756030512485419768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=5756030512485419768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/5756030512485419768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/5756030512485419768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/primary-pals.html' title='Primary-Pals'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-3834836931537363595</id><published>2006-12-03T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:52:23.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lynnie's day!</title><content type='html'>hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate lynnie's b-lated bday today! haha. wanted to surprise her but oh well, she ruined the surprise herself! haha. nontheless, she was still happy! hees. so we hanged and talked bout jobs. gee. i can't believe i'm still jobless. well, not really jobless, but i feel jobless. gee. wat's with me?&lt;br /&gt;and we went to the arcade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r100/quinstar88/CIMG6026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the losing team! silly dardar. haha.. dardar can be so ugly sometimes. no worries. i still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r100/quinstar88/CIMG6033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoopee! okay. i'm bored again..&lt;br /&gt;someone entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought if i wished and concentrated hard enough you'll appear beside me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what a lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-3834836931537363595?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/3834836931537363595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=3834836931537363595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3834836931537363595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/3834836931537363595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/lynnies-day.html' title='lynnie&apos;s day!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-8485578168981965386</id><published>2006-12-02T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:11:53.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silly silly silly</title><content type='html'>will u wait outside a shop which has already closed down?&lt;br /&gt;will u wait for rain in a desert?&lt;br /&gt;will u wait for snow in summer?&lt;br /&gt;will u wait for something which will never happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i hopeful or am i plain silly?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what it means to give up.&lt;br /&gt;till reality sets in and disappointment crashes upon me,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait, i'll wait, i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please please please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who will understand?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;who will care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-8485578168981965386?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8485578168981965386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=8485578168981965386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8485578168981965386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8485578168981965386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/silly-silly-silly.html' title='silly silly silly'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-6431664714677560015</id><published>2006-12-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:57:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ONE LAST...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swissotel the Stamford was filled with the most glamorous people on Earth yesterday! actually, i couldn't recognise half of the people at first glance. there was not a single ugly soul. except me lah. i think my make-up was quite thick. so i think i look ugly. oh well. nvm. it's okay. it was one great night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went over to cookie's first to have make-up done with 4 others. cabbed down to hotel and met my classmates who walked past me. no one could recognise me la! damn sad can! waited and waited for the 3 empress to arrive. hahaha. slow-pokes! dinner started. actually, i think dinner was quite bad. but the emcee is good! yeayea! flying dutchman! he's cool. really entertaining. his games are hilarious! haha. had joannie laughin like no tomorrow. ohohoh! and i won the lucky draw! i have never, Never won a lucky draw before! $20 HMV voucher! YAY! so shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took lotsa lotsa photos! than declique went to party like no tomorrow~ yea. till our feet turned sore and we had to walk barefooted to the mrt station. after the party, i realised that i'm really fortunate to know declique. after all, it's during parties that u see one's true colors. i have to admit that i'm pretty shocked by some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monsters unleased and Halos abroken, my ideals crashed and they're never the same in my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh man. this is one great great night i'll never ever forget! my road thru pjc has ended, but it'll always be inside of me. i'm so grateful to all the friends who made such hauntingly beautiful memories for me to cherish. maybe one day we'll walk pass each other on the streets and not even recognise each other, but just smile kay? and i'll be smiling with you! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie-dokies. here's some pics! feel free to grab them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: thanks to princess for your lil prezzie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you have once again made me fall into the trap without having any plans of catching me at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEY YOU GLAM PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/408033/CIMG5905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/811403/CIMG5911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/618365/CIMG5908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/975360/CIMG5967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/952544/CIMG5975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/490355/CIMG5976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/447749/CIMG5977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/283390/CIMG5981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/488295/CIMG5963.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/511356/CIMG5989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2361/994/200/802386/CIMG5991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now you know what i mean by glam huh! i need a job! and i love you people so so sooo much! =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-6431664714677560015?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6431664714677560015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=6431664714677560015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/6431664714677560015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/6431664714677560015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/12/prom.html' title='prom'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-6384925713603801330</id><published>2006-11-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:16:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itch</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;itchy-itchey-scratchy-scratchy-up-and-down-my-army-warmy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having allergy rashes. gee. that's like 2 times in a year. how suay can i get. bet it's that almond flavoured dou hua i had yestd. not only do i hate, it i'm allergic to it. and it's itchy! erghs. this sucks la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment! the full set of prom attire is all set and ready to go! yippee! after numerous days of gruelling shopping. whoever said shopping is fun??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days have been so goal-less. i feel like a little lost lamb. have to find my shepherd soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder where you've gone to. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how can  words  be so easily said and forgotten?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-6384925713603801330?l=quinstar.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-8145209.post-2561216770606311510</id><published>2006-11-27T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:20:34.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazee eating day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;one crazy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with me and idiot sun-tanning. got fried by the sun. exactly like roasted pigs. fat, oily and dark. oily cause of the suntan oil lah.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we planned to go shopping actually. but ended up eating more than shopping. first, we had duck rice. than we went to starbucks and had deserts. and as if we arent' fat enough, we went to bugis for dou hua. i don't like almond flavoured dou hua!!! shopped around. and than we went to this bakery to buy moochi. went to have sandwich at subway. and for supper, bought drinks and biscuit at 7-eleven. geee. the pounds are adding up. i should fast tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but YAY! found shoes and accessories! prom is soooo not getting fun. realised it's a big headache and a big flame which burnt thru my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taken for granted, i will treasure you now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-2561216770606311510?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/2561216770606311510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=2561216770606311510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/2561216770606311510'/><link rel='self' 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happy.. so so happy..&lt;br /&gt;yawns. i hope it doesn't rain later.&lt;br /&gt;been dying for those UV rays to warm my pale pale skin.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna K.O like... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun-kissed baybeh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4860007687689531529?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4860007687689531529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4860007687689531529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4860007687689531529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4860007687689531529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-1557741313046529603</id><published>2006-11-27T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:35:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monster</title><content type='html'>she can't  be more of a disappointment to anyone else but herself.&lt;br /&gt;she is but, her greatest enemy.&lt;br /&gt;why is she hankering after things that seem so distant.&lt;br /&gt;she falls time and again, and yet, stubbornly, she picks herself up, dust a little, and continues searching for it.&lt;br /&gt;searching for that idealistic happiness she envisioned.&lt;br /&gt;karma warns, but she heeds nothing.&lt;br /&gt;she stumbles, she makes mistakes, she feels, and she ponders why, why she can never own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she wakes up one day and see what life has given her.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she realises that happiness is right in front of her eyes, she need not seek further.&lt;br /&gt;how i hope that light will fill her eyes once again, for she has been hurting silently thru it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1557741313046529603?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1557741313046529603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1557741313046529603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1557741313046529603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1557741313046529603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/monster.html' title='monster'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4110510439654084120</id><published>2006-11-26T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:28:01.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>council chalet :)</title><content type='html'>hi-his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. today (25nov) started off with me waking up tired. headed to ah-ma's than to holland v. erghs, wat's with the 502 express bus anyway? we felt like dumb idiots cos the bus jus zoomed pass holland v without stopping. silly me pressed the bell like 2 times but it didn't stop till orchard towers. i must look like some dumbified human in front of all the passengers lor. was hoping it'll stop but it didn't! anyway, ah-ma and i had to walk all the way out to opp gleneagles. goodness. &lt;em&gt;1 dumbie + 1 dumbie = total disaster&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;met mun, nicky and ivan and had Spizza. woah.. chocolate coated pizza! haha. not bad lah, at least it's the traditionally baked pizza. than we went to settlers! ( and i finally returned the game piece which accidentally dropped into my bag like, 4 months ago. i swear, i didn't steal it! ). played lotsa fun games! and i realise i'm a retard in fast-paced games lah. i get so blur sometimes. ahah. kept losing. but yup, glad that they enjoyed themselves! we should head back there realllll soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;met mdm soo, my sec one form teacher! she say she won't recognise me without ah-ma or mun. geee.. but she's really nice! when i was having my piano exam, she actually wrote a good luck card for me! that's like, the FIRST from any human lah! no one has ever done that for me before. i was so touched! anyway, she looks really happy now that she has 4 kids. ohh, her baby is the most adorable thing!&lt;br /&gt;ah-ma and mun headed to movies without me after that and they sounded so happy that i wasn't joining them. nah, deep down i know they missed me! hurhurhur!!!! =p Ya, i love you two too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? went for council chalet! yays! thought i was gonna be uber late but nah, i was as early as i can be! :) went cycling, gorged myself. talked loads of crap. seriously man, this ppl are professional crappers. never fail to make me laugh till i get stitches. really fortunate to have met this ppl! went to the jetty for some romancing later.. haha.. ghost stories that is! i personally don't like ghost stories, yea, i'm a scaredy-penguin. so i was more interested with the stars which are sooo pretty tonight! they're out in the fullest force they can in this light-polluted-singapore-night-sky. and it helps to have my fellow penguin as my back support.&lt;br /&gt;felt really happy to be with councillors again. feels like a big family gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in love in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. today will be my rest day! been exhausted and dehydrated for too long. and the zoo haven't replied to my "penguin mascot thing". super sad! maybe it's like what gy said, i've evolved from a penguin to a kiwi, that's why they don't want me anymore! sad sad sad. call me la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I told the stars to bear witness to the laughter and love we had and ask that it'll remember those moments till the end of time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4110510439654084120?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4110510439654084120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4110510439654084120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4110510439654084120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4110510439654084120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/council-chalet.html' title='council chalet :)'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-6227433699644293432</id><published>2006-11-25T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:44:59.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppin hurts</title><content type='html'>heyys.&lt;br /&gt;was totally exhausted yestd. thought i could die halfway while coming back. when i closed my eyes everything seem so distant, even my friend's voice which is just beside my ear.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, ah-ma and i were all over singapore yestd. first to imm, than to marina square, than to vivo, than to a secret location. all because we were searching for the perfect dress. well, we found it! at this little place we like to call "our little gem". it's our little secret! it sells loads of pretty gowns and the prices are like 30% cheaper than what is usually sold elsewhere. was so estatic there. i bought a black one, though i promised myself never ever ever to buy a black dress. but everything else clashes with my hair! so i don't have a choice anyway. so maybe i'll end up looking like a chao-ah-lian-cum-ah-meng-wannabe-going-to-prom-in-a-black-dress that day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that "little gem" has loads of nice clothes there too! it's a really great shopping place! you really can't judge a place by its looks.&lt;br /&gt;ah-ma and i were high that we FINALLY got our dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, felt really dumb at Crystal Jade @ Vivo yesterday. that place is uber pricey for a poor student like me. but the view is great! anyway, ordered this brinjal thingy. it was actually fried with rice cakes, but i didn't realise it was rice cake so ah-ma called a bowl of rice for me. when i realised it was rice cake, i was eating brinjal, rice cake and rice. that's so dumb lah! felt stupified. oh well.. the silly things i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still tired. can't seem to finish trascribing that disc. i wan my 60 bucks though! i am as broke as i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the days can only get better&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-6227433699644293432?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/6227433699644293432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=6227433699644293432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/6227433699644293432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/6227433699644293432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoppin-hurts.html' title='shoppin hurts'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-1079236789153218287</id><published>2006-11-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:45:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy-HIHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was shoppin spree with 2pid-gal! yeayea.. headed to bugis. 2pid-gal hands were filled la! haha.. but i didn't buy much lar. me no $$. went icon and i saw this really preeetty silver-white-stripes pumps. FIRST-LOVE! but no stock! nvm.. i left my contacts! hopefully they'll call!&lt;br /&gt;and than...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuhua RCY campfire!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was pondering really hard if i should go. decided to go anyway cos i really miss my juniors sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NCO performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;graduating seniors. they're the batch that my committee and i groomed when they were in sec 1. they've grown so fast! they used to be really shy. i remembered being very strict with them during training (yea.. me strict! really kay!) but after training i'm really nice to them.. so nice until they bully me lah! when i give them pumping, my heart ached! when they march on the spot for too long, my heart ached too! anyway.. i'm so glad they applied what i've taught them. love em la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ping-ping! cute gal. forever bullying me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image080.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yixuan! she made me filled buckets of blood last time. but it's all worth it cos she mastered kekana and kekiri and she became footdrill ic! i'm proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SQUEEZE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video-time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current Chairman! i predicted it when he was in sec1! he's chairman material man! and it helps that he's grown so tall and cute! he's taller than me! but the best thing is.. he still remembers me! wahh. my heart was so happy lah! hees..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/1600/Image092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2361/994/200/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connie! 4th batch chairman! she's really good! she's been through so much during her term and she came out stronger than ever! =) and she still remembers the duckie lesson i passed to her.. woots~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my gawd. seriously miss them without a doubt! i really thought i was one horrible chairman cos my batch didn't win anything for the school. i used to blame myself even after i graduated. but to see them so happy and improving by leaps and bounds, i can finally put that guilt to ease. i thought the new cadets don't rememeber me lah! but turns out they do! they were like "ehh! weiquin mdm leh!" wahh.. no one has called me that for so long! hurhurhur. and they cried because their seniors were graduating. *sniffs* they've all grown so much closer, so much stronger. my heart warmed up jus thinking of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll go back soon! YESH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okie. i've got a job now! mini one anyway! yeppie! gtg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loveslovesloves&lt;/em&gt; goes out to the one and only FHSRCY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-1079236789153218287?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/1079236789153218287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=1079236789153218287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1079236789153218287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/1079236789153218287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-hihi-hurhur.html' title=''/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4146782524861450101</id><published>2006-11-21T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:55:32.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet =)</title><content type='html'>heyyys.&lt;br /&gt;05S17 chalet was great! though i'm totally zonked now.&lt;br /&gt;met xin earlier cos she wanted to shop.. omg. i haven't even prepared for prom la! met 3/6 declique coincidentally at whitesands later.&lt;br /&gt;hurmph.. aloha loyang chalet is soo nice lah! each unit is like a mini resort by itself with 4 seperate bedrooms and individual toilets, parking lot and backyard! and.. an arcade!! with daytona usa! half price! 50c. but the changing machine kinda ran out of it so i didn't exploit it to the max. it's the first time i got away with no mozzie bite but ant bites instead.&lt;br /&gt;mr ling invited us to his wedding! he gave us each a wedding card! sooo sweet! but.. i can't make it!!! UBER SAD LAH!! I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GOOOOOOOOO!!! =( so unfair lor! everytime i go overseas something have to take place at that period of time.. boos~&lt;br /&gt;basically.. we spent our time playing! i won my first round in ps2 naruto! so funny lah. anyhow press one. but joannie damn pro lah! she is like.. the queen of randomness.. she play until so ferocious, don't even give chance lor, just pressing all the buttons consecutively non-stop.. power sia! hhaa.. but she good! had bbq n everything.&lt;br /&gt;went out around 2am to downtown east. walked like a few gazillion miles.. everything's closed la! even cheers and the arcade! soo sad! so we jus stoned at mac's till 4am for breakfast. each minute passed like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;went back and i immediately went for mahjong! yay! ty, zs and milo butt were the mahjong kakis for the rest of the early morning. we played and played until we were zombified. i was staring at all the circles and bamboos and zong.. i won the first few rounds! budden lost later when dardar woke up and sat beside me. i lost $1.30 lah! haha.. who's fault? ;)&lt;br /&gt;so yea. i didn't sleep at all and passed out the min i came home. limbs feel like a ton now. and i realised i still can't sleep well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4146782524861450101?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4146782524861450101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4146782524861450101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4146782524861450101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4146782524861450101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet.html' title='Class Chalet =)'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-4962172388734600053</id><published>2006-11-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:36:02.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prommie</title><content type='html'>my gawd. i dunno how much longer i can endure walking non-stop around shopping malls, looking at clothes until i become dizzy and disorientated, and yesh, have that 'pissed-off' aura around me. 2 days straight and more to come.&lt;br /&gt;i need some sleep. but i have trouble sleeping these days. how come it has never been a problem during As? i really wanna sleep like a log, but it's tough. this sucks la! dunno why i can't sleep peacefully. maybe it's that monster under my bed. arghs!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, found this perfect dress for prom. think: &lt;em&gt;white &amp;amp; gold&lt;/em&gt;! simple yet grand. love that dress lah! but if i do get it i'll need to personalise it..&lt;br /&gt;wah lau leh! living in singapore is so hard lah! so hard to find a living, least to buy stuff i really desire to own.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so pissed and grumpy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how come my stars shine less brightly now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-4962172388734600053?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/4962172388734600053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=4962172388734600053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4962172388734600053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/4962172388734600053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/prommie.html' title='prommie'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-8063045504221365723</id><published>2006-11-18T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:40:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoppieeeee!</title><content type='html'>heysheys! jus back from shopping! haven't shopped in a super long time!&lt;br /&gt;got a bag and shorts and accessories..&lt;br /&gt;and met fenglin and adeline! i think i poked fenglin too hard.. oopsies.. i have a tendency to do that to everyone! hehe.. chatted loads with adeline. goodness.. i miss fhsrcy!&lt;br /&gt;hurmm.. but i was jus reminded why shopping ain't fun. my feet and back hurts lah! really painful.. sometimes i just wanna scream but there's no hiding from those feetaches. nvm.. i'm gorging myself now! i must say, taka's omu rice set is fantastic! really tasty and their sets have lotsa side dishes. i'm gonna grow sideways..&lt;br /&gt;so happy! can hang with ximin soon! and biii too! and kawali and shishi too! and and and everybody! yippps!&lt;br /&gt;it's just one day into the holidays and i feel uber bored. boooos~&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm happier now that i'm not tangled in that web anymore. no longer restrained by your web, i feel on top of the world. knowing maybe u'll be squashed like a bug someday, which u deserve to be! u stole my wings and stashed it away. than u laugh silently at my broken wings.. u sure are mean. at least i see through you now.. now u jus irritate the hell outta me. keep your distance.. BOO YOU!&lt;br /&gt;i must must do something meaningful this hols! found someone who's life i wanna brighten up! it's still kinda awkward now but i believe we can do it!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go get that job soon before boredom becomes my next kingdom!&lt;br /&gt;okie. gonna oogle at my buys. tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could you just forget about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-8063045504221365723?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/8063045504221365723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=8063045504221365723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8063045504221365723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/8063045504221365723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/shoppieeeee.html' title='shoppieeeee!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116377092344757163</id><published>2006-11-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:17:15.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBERATION!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! yay! SUPER YAY! WAY-WAY SUPER YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. super duper happy~! okay.. truthfully.. not really. there's this icking feeling behind all these happiness. i dunno how i'll fair. i guess i'll be worrying bout this throughout this whole holiday. i mean.. i tried my best.. i did. but somehow.. best is still not enough for As. best is never enough. see lah.. i've become such a workaholic. kinda extended dun-sleep-till-5 to dun-sleep-till-9.. and still.. i feel this emptiness, sadness, feeling of dread.. erghs! wth.. nothing i can do bout it. when march comes, i'll probably have insomia.. ARGHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! yay! it's over! was having crazy outbreaks of happiness after exams today. wanted to celebrate with declique.. but next time okie lovelies? wanted to go on a trapeze.. except i don't own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, have u realised that the stars are really beautiful tonight? i've not seen them in the longest time! so glad they're out today! hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get my life back! gonna find a job.. as a Penguin Mascot at the Zoo~! ahahaa.. wanna go get that interview done! hurhurhur.. must come and visit me okay!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself! i have the pididdy! patience, determination and discipline. i've not come online for 20+ days! accomplishment! yay! wanted to give up halfway but i didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh! gotta thank all those who supported me with all the 'JIAYOU's and 'GAMBATTE's.. and to those who allowed me to pester them on the phone!! like.. milo butt, dardar and chrissy-goon! and cute-princess who studied with me! and erm... yea. everybody lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i dunno wat to blog about liao. except that prom's coming and preparation sucks and crazy friend booked me whole month and and and.. i'm gonna get my life back! whatever i missed out on!! hmmm... i've been a disappointment to some people, i know. feel so lousy sometimes. but i'll improve! yeayea!&lt;br /&gt;gonna throw away whatever's made me sad this year. there's actually quite a handful of them. gets me pretty down and out sometimes. and 'u' are one of those junk. but it's okay. junk should be disposed off.. IN-YOUR-FACE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the fun begin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116377092344757163?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116377092344757163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116377092344757163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116377092344757163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116377092344757163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/11/scream.html' title='SCREAM'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116178950472251642</id><published>2006-10-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:18:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>hellos! oooh. been studyin in school! yeas. anyway, it's the Hari Raya season and while out on the streets, it's really nice to see the different styles and colors of the ladies' traditional costumes! really compliments a ladies' right curves. so pretty as well! any lady would look tall and slender in those pretty clothes. if only qi-paos were that fashionable and up-to-date too huh! too bad it's pricey.. hard to wear and expensive.. it's not that we don't wanna preserve the tradition ya know! oukie.&lt;br /&gt;coincidence!; saw the same guy when i was walking to the bus stop in the morning and when i came back at night. gee. creeps.&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly developed this phobia of mirrors. erghs!! =( save me..&lt;br /&gt;tonight.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baa-na-nas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gonna play &lt;em&gt;"Don't-Sleep"&lt;/em&gt; till 5am! wheee.. love them!&lt;br /&gt;okie. here's something i wanna do now cos i really don't wanna be online after today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY WISHES!&lt;br /&gt;goes out to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LI SHI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart already told hers! hees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARDAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee.. i love you so much so much sooo sooo much lah! thanks for loving me too! and of course enduring my crap and blurness! haha. but hey.. u're equally blur too! hahahha.. will love u always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHALIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia-li! a motivator and friend in times of darkness! my moon in the dark night! hahaha.. strive harder and all your dreams and aspirations will be there for your taking! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you scorpio october babies are making me broke! haha.. nevertheles.. it's all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they're such a blessing, such a joy in my life =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116178950472251642?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116178950472251642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116178950472251642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116178950472251642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116178950472251642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116149474373468117</id><published>2006-10-22T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:15:21.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pitter-patter</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT'S RAINING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally...&lt;br /&gt;haven't heard the peaceful patters of raindrops for so long.&lt;br /&gt;didn't even know i missed the rain so much until it started raining thirty minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and somehow, it's raining inside too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was jogging at the park in the evening, this uncle suddenly said: (in chinese) "i haven't seen you for some time!".&lt;br /&gt;stunned-tio!! (--.' )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought:&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's easier to see things unfold in the third party light.&lt;br /&gt;than you realise how foolish and dumb and idiotic and selfish and stupid you truly, really are. if you're so blind as to not see and treasure what you have now, so oblivious to the ones who will stay by ur side despite the storm, than i'm sorry to say you've wasted your life away. i feel so sorry for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being so random. i shouldn't even be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i promise to mug with all my mugs and bowls and plates tomorrow!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally found someone who understands me! this feels so good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so to that someone: i'm really grateful!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;without knowing it, you've become part of my inspiration.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so glad that you came into my life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love ya loadsies! can't wait to see you soon! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116149474373468117?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116149474373468117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116149474373468117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116149474373468117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116149474373468117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/pitter-patter.html' title='pitter-patter'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116135152045369999</id><published>2006-10-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:49:51.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PJC open house: PioneerAMPLIFIED</title><content type='html'>hihis. feeling tired! haas..&lt;br /&gt;had maths tutorial in the afternoon and ppl kept coming into the lt because it was part of the school tour. damn funny lar. though they kept interrupting but yep, it was the most interesting lecture ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw lotsa people at open house today. sc seniors came back! fuhua juniors came to visit! and karryn came with her friend too! yeah! karryn was sweet today, 1 day out of 7 years! hahaha... brought her sister and her friends around school as an unofficial and lousy tour guide. yar lar. i'm quite bad at this. my blurness caused me to feel uber regretful today. blurry blurry me feels really really bad and wanna apologise a million billion times but i guess blurry blurry me knows that time cannot turn back and what's gone is gone. but blurry blurry still can't help but feel bad. blurness has to be conquered!!! blerghs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, the best thing that happened today.. was MASSdance cum FUNdance cum CHEERS! &lt;em&gt;YAY-ness to the MAX!&lt;/em&gt; dancing allowed me to feel the adrenaline and trickling sweat once again. just like in the orientation, with fellow councillors. it was simply memorable. but.. because my healthy level is nil, after all those dances, i felt so shagged. the cheers were really high and finally, the crowd joined in. so yup. good job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i haven't studied yet!&lt;br /&gt;SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hoped and wished till i'm so tired, i stop hoping and wishing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and start leaving everything behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's amazing how controversial and oxymoronic we are. it just tickles me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116135152045369999?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116135152045369999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116135152045369999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116135152045369999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116135152045369999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/pjc-open-house-pioneeramplified.html' title='PJC open house: PioneerAMPLIFIED'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116129022995980365</id><published>2006-10-20T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T04:37:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baa-na-nas</title><content type='html'>it's 4am! yiips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baa-na-nas&lt;/em&gt; had a fun outing with too many stares ( or so we think ) today.&lt;br /&gt;a bit crazee. nah.. that would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still up! i wonder if they kept to the pact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see.. yesh. i'm definitely going crazy. definitely having an emotional ride. definitely snapping at some people these days. i realised than when i'm in a foul mood, i'm meaner than usual. oukie. sorry stoopid-gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporarily ignoring everything else, especially idiotic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my checklist for 'Exam-mood' is fully checked. now it's for the studying one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116129022995980365?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116129022995980365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116129022995980365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116129022995980365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116129022995980365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/baa-na-nas.html' title='baa-na-nas'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116099869953122547</id><published>2006-10-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:38:19.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>Choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eye bags or eye bags&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pimples or pimples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhaustion or exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleepless nights or sleepless nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;going nuts or going nuts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stress or stress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here you have it, muggers went nuts and created a rainbow of pens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ain't exactly liking it, but ain't exactly gonna give up yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay. see.. i'm not good at keeping to my hiatus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116099869953122547?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116099869953122547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116099869953122547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116099869953122547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116099869953122547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116073904786965316</id><published>2006-10-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:31:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell; 'rojak' emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyheyheys~ really tired. back again! haha.. my hiatus will continue after this! yeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;today. last day of school! me and yuanyuan decided to stroll to school despite being late. haha. no point wat! every morning also kena nagged by the gate-closers.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;took lotsa photos. farewell assembly was sad. while walking into the hall i still vaguely recalled last year when i walked into the hall for the seniors' farewell assembly. i was thinking i'd cry this yr. i nearly did! haha. performances by teachers were great! really hilarious and the crowd was hyped up. so yuppie! goooood! than 05S17 headed to pizza hut to have lunch! and yea. lotsa dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;2 years is all too fast. too fast to grasp the moments, least to treasure them. but i do. for some anyway.. i'll always remember the fun moments with declique, the class, friends and of course 6SC! yup. indeed.. these 2 years has been really different. enlightening in some ways, some surprises here and there, horror in other ways. feeling feelings i'll never thought a human could. disappointment in a second and split happiness in another. it's just one wild crazy ride, one ride i definitely not miss for the world. one ride that only Pioneer can provide. and yups. no regrets!&lt;br /&gt;the people i've met in pjc really changed my life, for better or for worse. jc experience would not have be without them, well, of course wat.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;study study study. how can i give up with loved ones and school behind me? the only path to take now is to strive on as hard as i can. jiayou everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116073904786965316?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116073904786965316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116073904786965316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116073904786965316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116073904786965316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/farewell-rojak-emotions.html' title='Farewell; &apos;rojak&apos; emotions'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116066508551152921</id><published>2006-10-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:19:53.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh-oh!</title><content type='html'>yay! 6 days without comp! i'm here cos i needa run an errand. oh well. good job quin~&lt;br /&gt;yak-yak. school days as usual. schools days are gonna be over tomorrow! the agony. don't want tomorrow to come! blehs~ i'll miss everyone so much! 6sc! feel my lurve oozing! hehes.&lt;br /&gt;okie. gtg. ciaosios till next next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KARMUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISTIANA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2 ex-O2-welco gurls! yeayeah. i love you two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116066508551152921?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116066508551152921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116066508551152921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116066508551152921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116066508551152921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-oh.html' title='oh-oh!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-116013165155635476</id><published>2006-10-06T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:47:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE As</title><content type='html'>heys~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just back from studying in school for 5 hours. yay.&lt;br /&gt;tired lah. been really tired this week. nearly zonked out on the way home from tuition yestd. and all the shoulderaches really hurts. boos~ wat a rollercoaster ride this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh~ saw a few familiar faces from a few years back! met karryn and her friend on the way back from school. one day later i met my red cross junior, farhana and a day later i saw another junior, esther! and she pinched my cheeks really hard!! anyway.. they made me remember how much i LOVE them! i miss my juniors! as always. hehees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's moooncake festival! yayness!&lt;br /&gt;yestd tecky claimed that celeste and i owe him mooncakes. haha. so we brought mooncakes and had mini celebration during our break today! tecky didn't contribute much lah! what jasmine tea.. he only brought one leaf lah! haha. and mj killed the hello kitty mooncake! nevertheless, fun!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. the moon's gonna be really big and round tonight! but i'll probably be too busy mugging to even enjoy the sight of it. shrugs. oh wells. i think i'd rather mug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was fine. muggin as usual. oh.. and it was super fun playing with &lt;em&gt;adam lee shuai ge&lt;/em&gt;! we were racing and playing snake cos we had the same phone! how cool issat? i won him in racing! haha.. but i really suck in snake lah. i can't even go 1 minute into the game without banging into the wall or colliding with him. haha. we laughed till we couldn't stop, and we were in the library... oopsies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembly with mr. yeo today was as usual - inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;yeayea. i wonder how the seniors did it. but if they can, i can too! oh. during the slideshow at the end i was trying so hard to hold back my tears that my throat really hurt lah! i tot others won't cry.. but they wanted to too! haha. it's amazing how one life can inspire so many others. i wonder where they get their superhuman strength, courage and determination from. shall go find the source! hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is the last week in school! no more sitting in the classroom listening to the teachers. no more poking my friends. no more dozing off in class. no more learning from the teachers. no more assignments. no more canteen breaks and lunch with declique. no more gossiping with declique. no more waving to friends around school. no more whiteboard. no more tables. no more chairs. NO MORE! farewell assembly is gonna be so sad lah. i think i'll tear! boohoos~ i'll miss all of it so much. but i'll have to contain those feelings somewhere else first cos the As are looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.. no more computer and blogging for me! 27 days! i can switch on the computer till the wire fuse after As! but not now. it's just not gonna fit into my timetable, which i currently don't have yet! erghs. anyway, i've gotta keep the goal in mind ( yea, i finally have a goal now! ) and work towards it will no distractions! mugmugmug till i go crazy, till i get my As. i hunger for those As, they're like huge, delicious chunks of cod fish, salmon and dory! MmMm. love fishes!&lt;br /&gt;i can do it! yea! i know i can. miracles happen! i believe!&lt;br /&gt;my goal: to cry tears of joy next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. take care of yourself, people! weather's really bad nowadays. study hard! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off now! byebyebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-116013165155635476?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/116013165155635476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=116013165155635476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116013165155635476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/116013165155635476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/as.html' title='THE As'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115986964908321904</id><published>2006-10-03T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:16:07.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Positvity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when the dark clouds get blown away, the sun comes out to play again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face has been so gloomy these few days. no wonder it's getting really ugly! pimples everywhere.. aiyah.. that's not the point!&lt;br /&gt;just been really stressed cos i kept on reminding myself that i've gotta study really hard for As.&lt;br /&gt;i think i stressing myself out too much liao lar!&lt;br /&gt;gotta stay happy at the same time too right?&lt;br /&gt;and lots of negative thoughts keep running thru my head these days, they're driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. but the world won't stop just because i feel uber under the weather, time won't give me an extra 36-hrs to make up for the time wasted in whining and grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;so conclusion: whining and grumbling and being pessimistic is just a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;i'm running out of time too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: stay strong and happy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna help momsie make mooncakes later! yea~ me fillial kid! haha..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for sat too, gals! another crazy session! yippee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: milo butt! it's in september! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you give up when it's winter, you will miss the promise of your spring, the beauty of your summer, the fulfillment of your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fall.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm waiting for the storm to be over, because i believe there's a rainbow waiting for me at the end of it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115986964908321904?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115986964908321904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115986964908321904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115986964908321904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115986964908321904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/positvity_03.html' title='Positvity!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115978078472521410</id><published>2006-10-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:19:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blerghs~</title><content type='html'>i feel like an &lt;em&gt;ikan bilis&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;an ikan bilis in the vast blue ocean, an empty one at that.&lt;br /&gt;so dark, so cold.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should go find spongebob since he lives under the sea, ask if he'll accomodate me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;at least he's friendly and yellow, and yellow's my current favourite color.&lt;br /&gt;and he has a dumb neighbour who'll brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115978078472521410?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115978078472521410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115978078472521410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115978078472521410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115978078472521410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/10/blerghs.html' title='blerghs~'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115953416610452669</id><published>2006-09-29T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:02:46.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hoorays</title><content type='html'>heyya!&lt;br /&gt;today was sweet. really sweet!&lt;br /&gt;oh.. but first and foremost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRHTHDAY XIAO LI-LI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you i love you i love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whacks 18 times more) *piaks!* hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. Declique was super sweet today! i could feel the&lt;em&gt; lurve&lt;/em&gt; oozing out from them. thanks xin for the biscuits and my one and only "milo but" for what other than.. Milo! thanks kepa and dardar and lynnie and joannie for just being beside me.. sweet sweet people. your care and concern, however small, have touched my heart in the biggest ways. i dunno how i would have survived jc without them. sometimes i think i'm nice to myself, but with them around, i realised that they're nicer to me than i am to myself. i've met really nice, great people and wonder why they're always so nice to me... nevertheless.. YAY-ness! i love them all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received my last Children's Day present from none other than the sweetest teacher, &lt;strong&gt;MR LING&lt;/strong&gt;! he is soooo sweet! we were watching the t-day video, (which i thought was absolutely touching and hilarious and fantastic! of course what.. 05S17! and many others outside the classroom were mesmerized by it too..!) when he came in with a big bag and announced that he prepared something for us! out came little packets of blue and pink goodie bags! we were all so touched! &lt;em&gt;AWWWWW!&lt;/em&gt; and in it was oreos, Chupa-Chups, ferrero and a bookmark. he even wrote a quote to motivate us!&lt;br /&gt;mine was: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Determination is the wake-up call to the human will"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't he like the sweetest CT around? *nods-nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurmmm.. and.. an a'cappella group came for assembly today. they're good! especially beatbox! *flutters* hees. really good de-stresser. mr ling let us off 10 mins earlier cos we had nothing much to do for ct-time. so xin, milo but and i, rushed, okay ran, back to LT 4 just in time to hear them sing the 98degrees song! and guess who we saw there? mr ling himself! hahaha! he let us off early so he could catch their performance the second time! (though he keeps denying it!). and even the cleaning auntie who we met at the backdoor admitted she was watching it the second time. no wonder the second assembly in lt4 was filled. some ppl i knew went back there for the second time too! haha. looks like everyone just can't get enough of their melodious vocals! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated xiao-li-li's b'day too! for the second time! this time it was a slice of oreo cheesecake each with a sweet pink candle on the top! hurhur.. and yup. tradition! 18 whacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 more days! yups. i've gotta stand firm and start jogging. the finishing ribbon is near, i know i can reach it, but i want to run pass it with my head held high.. determined neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want to see you hurt anymore because i do care about that smile on your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the sky gets cold and pulls its dark sweater over, all i want to be is beside you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115953416610452669?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115953416610452669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115953416610452669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115953416610452669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115953416610452669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/hoorays.html' title='hoorays'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115920339723587980</id><published>2006-09-26T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:44:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANEouting</title><content type='html'>heyyyyys~&lt;br /&gt;my thumb's numb! can't feel anything when i press it.. after today.. i dun know my feet anymore.. it kinda morphed into the shape of my heelies.. hurhur.. okie.. TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mun, went to li's place. than headed to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up... bakerzinn @ raffles place! bought a size 5 choc cake! requested for the staff to sing a bday song for li too! hahah.. damn embarassing for her but fun! first few bites of the cake was heavenly! really good base.. budden.. after one slice.. it gets really pukish! too bad for li, she had to finish 2 slices! haha.. it's kind of our tradition. finish nearly half the cake! hehehe.. but yep! they have nice cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we visit li's mum! than off to heeren for neoprints! stupid machines.. all jap.. so anyhow press! haha.. hmm.. than.. we went to the restaurant li always wanted to go!! the Balcony! wow.. great ambience.. really cute rocking chairs! food so-so bahh.. than we had drinks and chilled.. and they had this really cute swinging chairs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we headed to esplanade after that! chilled at the rooftop than went to eat supper at satay club food court.. MmMmm.. bbq chicken wings and satay with teh-ice! perfect singaporean meal..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and than.. on the way back from esplanade.. we did something really stupid.. maybe we got high or sth.. haha.. we took off our heelies and started jumping! hhaha.. took shots of it too.. but i cannot jump! all my pics look as if i'm just tip-toeing.. so dumb lah.. and there were ppl walking at the underpass too.. damn paiseh! but i don't deny that it's really really fun! the dumb things we 3 do when we get together.. hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat are friends for? to embarass you, to get embarrased together, do dumb things, laugh like some mad ppl.. and of course.. to love each other! hahaha.. i love u guys! really really!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okie.. ate tooooo much today.. hhaha.. but today was fun! yippee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(KILLERheelies! mun-goldies. li-whites. me-blues!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll mug tml! yeaaa~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incomprehensible; i realised i'll never understand. but i'd rather smile and be contended just sitting beside you. maybe that's all i ever wanted, to sit beside you.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115920339723587980?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115920339723587980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115920339723587980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115920339723587980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115920339723587980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/insaneouting.html' title='INSANEouting'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115906424700669494</id><published>2006-09-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:17:27.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missyou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blackknight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;it's true u dunno what u have till u lose it.&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. was feeling so down bout it.&lt;br /&gt;the reality is that we all care about you, wat sets it apart is whether u are aware of it..&lt;br /&gt;i really hope that you'll be happier away from here.&lt;br /&gt;learn a few more life lessons, make a few more friends, eat a lot more food.&lt;br /&gt;and don't ever ever forget about ur friends back here..&lt;br /&gt;we really care about you, more than u realised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so spread your wings and take off to see the world with a smile on your face&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be here missing you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115906424700669494?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115906424700669494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115906424700669494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115906424700669494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115906424700669494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/missyou.html' title='missyou'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115901884711447571</id><published>2006-09-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T10:11:26.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>replacement</title><content type='html'>you don't need love to feel that warm and fuzzy feeling...&lt;br /&gt;you can get it from drinking wine! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll recommend Asti at that!&lt;br /&gt;finefine.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shrugs* beyond control, like i can do anything about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well, so i guess the door has to close&lt;strong&gt; now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115901884711447571?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115901884711447571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115901884711447571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115901884711447571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115901884711447571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/replacement.html' title='replacement'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115893650107247867</id><published>2006-09-22T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:48:21.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poor feet</title><content type='html'>heyya.&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a pain feeling in my right foot. erm.. i dunno why! maybe my ankle hasn't fully recovered. but yea.. i was so uber tired i could barely get up.. but i did anyway.. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping with mun! yeahh... went raffles city and they have the coolest, most unique stuff! there's this really nice wood toy shop which sell super cute wood toys! incredibly hand-crafted.. i can't keep my hands off them. saw a few perfect dresses for a perfect occasion... and this really nice accessory shop! just that.. oh well.. their prices are soooo not a subset of my wallet's capacity.. so i left them all behind in the end.. went to ding tai feng! i still like crystal jade though. than we went to zara and wisma atria.. i'm sooo not liking zara! grrr.. charging $50 for a shirt that's so see through. seriously, wat's the point of hiking up the prices!! not worth it!! grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;so we walked and walked and walked till we nearly nearly died. towards the end we got all grumpy and frustrated.. haha.. but finally, thank god, i found a nice floral blue top! wheee~ actually i didn't really like it initially.. but it's starting to grow on me.. and i bought a pretty red earring for my sis! heehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm allllll tireddd right now. aching feet and aching back. i was so blur during piano class. hmm.. it's a miracle my teacher can sit thru hearing me play the piano. haha.. wrong rhythm, wrong timing, wrong notes. and she still ta-han on patiently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awight. my feet really hurts and i'm darn tired. gonna hibernate tml! tml is "spoil-myself" day. yay! yayyyy.................................. zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never allow myself, ever ever again, to let my life pass me by!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you are so gone!&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/8145209-115893650107247867?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115893650107247867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115893650107247867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115893650107247867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115893650107247867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/poor-feet.html' title='poor feet'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115885838238515768</id><published>2006-09-22T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:56:29.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeClique Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/320/CIMG5375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END of prelims! yay!!! okay la.. not as hyped up compared to the end of mid yrs. maybe cos As are jus a months plus away. so yuppie. gonna dig into tys real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight after the paper &lt;em&gt;minah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ahhh&lt;/em&gt; went to meet &lt;em&gt;blackknight&lt;/em&gt; to pass her prezzies! and we made riceballs! yummy yummy! really once of a kind riceballs! i'm really gonna miss them, &lt;em&gt;blackknight&lt;/em&gt;! and i'm gonna miss you too!!! make good use of happy box okie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than &lt;em&gt;minah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;ahhh &lt;/em&gt;went to town to walk around, shop around.. met &lt;em&gt;comics-fan&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;blur-cute&lt;/em&gt; at heeren and walked to ps! looooong walk man! when we finally reached there we were uber tired. met &lt;em&gt;kepa&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;milo-but&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;star-danglies&lt;/em&gt; at manhatten fish market and had dinner there. hmm.. i think manhatten is more fried compared to fish&amp;co. and what sea food platter for 2.. 3 people can't even finish one lah! so&lt;em&gt; declique&lt;/em&gt; decided to play "zong ji mi ma" and made special riceballs on the spot. hahaha.. damn funny. anyway.. we were sooo full we nearly puked..&lt;br /&gt;than.. went to b&amp;amp;j's at cathay and had ice cream! there's always room for ice-cream! hees.&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. it's really fun to hang with&lt;em&gt; declique&lt;/em&gt;! full of craps and laughter and dumb pranks. we did this really stupid thing at cathay but yar.. embarrassing! but fun! heehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"6 girls and 1 really lucky guy walking under the streetlights and stars of orchard"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115885838238515768?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115885838238515768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115885838238515768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115885838238515768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115885838238515768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/declique-dinner.html' title='DeClique Dinner'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115842390528894211</id><published>2006-09-16T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:25:05.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FHPS: Frugality &amp; Honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wheee~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FUHUA PRIMARY MASS GATHERING! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeayeayeayeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shi! and i got my first Tapz card and a blue black on my thumb (didn't realise till jus now!).&lt;br /&gt;than we waited. and waited. jiayong came! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6F power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! met the other fuhua-ians too!! but mostly 6H people. they all seem so unfamiliar! especially the guys! they had an array of hair-dos. brown, black, red.. and i don't recognise them at all! except this jap guy. i was telling shi how it was like "a huge family gathering with many cousins whom you've never met before". than we had dinner. hmmm. though it was kinda awkward, but it's comforting to know we used to be in the same primary school! the primary school i deeply adore!&lt;br /&gt;HUIYAN! u did a great job though! yep! prove urself!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where are all the &lt;em&gt;6F people&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; esp the pang-sehers from today! i wanted to meet them soo much la. and u know who u are!!! grrrrrr!!! but nvm. i still miss all of them! we were all so "innocent" and young back than.. immature and all... super fun to be with! all the scandals, gossips and teasings.. the school van. the canteen.. the teachers.. the eco-garden.. hop-scotch! five stones.. chalkboard.. mulitplication table.. fuit salad competition! my friends used to talk alot about that. but i can't seem to remember that leh! just bit and pieces here and there. but still.. it must have been wonderful... cos up till now, i still miss em all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fuhua Primary School, Year 2000: Class of 6F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karryn, lishi, gracielynne, weiquin, junwei, jiayong, xueling, malcolm, joefina, lingfei, meiyu, sahal, atiqah, hafizah, kumaran, jasmin, alicia, peishan, lixin, catherine, esther, benjamin pong, benjamin teo, jeremy, teck huat, jared, chor kiat, ++...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to remember so many of them cos i have the class photo in front of me! yup. i still keep it! the one and only! i wonder where are all of them now, whether they're happy, whether lady luck have been smiling down on them, whether their lives are great now. primary school days are worry- and stress- free. the true meaning of "play hard" without having to put in "study hard" after that. it's where long-lasting friendships are forged and the sweetest memories are made. memories which still taste as sweet when taken out to savour at 5o years old. maybe i can't remember all that happened than, maybe they've already long forgotten bout me.. but the fact that they once touch my life in a myriad of ways will never change! the fact that i still miss and remember them 6 years later means that they do mean something to me! :))) thanks for being in my life! next 6Fonly outing must be a success!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPbackintoreality!&lt;br /&gt;big Ps! and i feel uber guilty for not studyin enough today. shall nappy now and study in the unearthly hours again! hehes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115842390528894211?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115842390528894211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115842390528894211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115842390528894211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115842390528894211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/fhps-frugality-honesty.html' title='FHPS: Frugality &amp; Honesty'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115821035502572849</id><published>2006-09-14T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T13:05:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan and Lynn!</title><content type='html'>back from chem prelims! it was.. it was.. maths was.. was.. was....&lt;br /&gt;*grrrr!* =(&lt;br /&gt;okie. gonna take a short breakkie and dedicate this entry to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAREST JOANNIE AND LYNNIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was lunching with them after chem today and they complained that i didn't blog bout them.&lt;br /&gt;i had a FANTASTIC time lunching with them! hahhas.. can't remember how we got so close also. but yea.. &lt;u&gt;joannie&lt;/u&gt; is the crazy comics fan with a huge collection of comics. "one shelf only wat!" yar.. she let me see the video she took on her collection. it's one shelf alright... one looooong shelf! but yea.. she' really cute and bubbly! &lt;u&gt;lynnie!&lt;/u&gt; cutest cutest ever! forever blur. but we have the same taste in guys! we like all the sidekicks. haha. like sam and ron! blehs! there's only one word that can sum her up. c-u-t-e! love them two! dun say i only care bout kepa family okay! we're now one big clique!!! heeees. loves loves loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah. mass primary school gathering coming up! not that i can make it anyway. but how COOL is that! what can i say, &lt;b&gt;fuhua primary&lt;/b&gt; just rocks! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. as an "S" person i have to sleep off my stress and worries. whoopie! ZzZzZzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115821035502572849?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115821035502572849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115821035502572849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115821035502572849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115821035502572849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/joan-and-lynn.html' title='Joan and Lynn!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115807455887225233</id><published>2006-09-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:21:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for others</title><content type='html'>owww.. my back hurts from bending over and squinting at my workings.. trying to figure out sin cos tan cosec cot &amp;amp; sec... was doing this paper in which every qn seem to be unsolvable.. it's even harder than the top jc.. no kiddin! errr.. and my body's screaming out from too much sitting down and lack of exercise and of course, mom spoilt me with snacks. ahhh.. and i'm getting the numbing feeling more often.. oh man.. see wat exams can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. was watching Oprah Winfrey's Show today. it was on this Angel Lane, in which she and some other people decided to rebuilt houses for the victims who lost their homes in Hurricane Katrina. and believe it or not.. i watched it till i cried! not tears of sadness but tears of joy! when the victims went into their new homes with brand new furnishings and fully stocked up cabinets.. they were sooo elated! and when they saw family portraits, they cried. cos they tot they've lost it forever. yuppie. pictures and art works are irreplaceable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the expressions on their faces made everything all worth it. the late nights, the sweat, the pain.&lt;br /&gt;makes me think. maybe making others happy is more fulfilling than feeling happy yourself! oh man.. i cannot be too nice. always kena cheated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot everyone's b'day! okay. maybe a few. actually. yar. everyone. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Junwei!&lt;/strong&gt; (like how can i forget such a day right!) my friend for &lt;strong&gt;1&lt;em&gt;2 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! and i betcha forgot my birthday! u are one horrible 12 yr friend!!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;signing up for birthday reminders is not enough for me. for me to remember someone's b'day that someone must drill it into me for years. either that or u have to be special.. or your bday just have to fall in March... hahahha. wateverrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. back to maths problems! and that friggin hard maths paper belongs to none other than sajc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115807455887225233?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115807455887225233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115807455887225233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115807455887225233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115807455887225233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-others.html' title='for others'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115798046108830241</id><published>2006-09-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:34:11.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>temptations</title><content type='html'>i can't resist this skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. start of prelims! wooooo~! j-i-a-y-o-u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a little boy running gleefully for a ball today, and i wondered when was the last time i was so amused by a ball.. when was the last time when nothing else mattered? when smiles are for free? and when i fall, i laugh and pick myself up and a split second later, run around like nobody's business? it's been long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"thanks for your thoughtfulness xin!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those i love,&lt;br /&gt;for myself,&lt;br /&gt;for 6th Council,&lt;br /&gt;for my Dreams, my Hopes and my Aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone please tell that girl she's all too gullible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too gullible to believe that the sky changes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too gullible to believe a day like that will ever come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone please tell her how gullible she is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115798046108830241?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115798046108830241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115798046108830241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115798046108830241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115798046108830241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/temptations.html' title='temptations'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115781547739043127</id><published>2006-09-09T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:31:47.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me smile</title><content type='html'>studied with biii today!&lt;br /&gt;s-t-u-d-y ;)&lt;br /&gt;and she never fails to make me smile and laugh like there's not a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;thanks gal! it means so much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i have to stay up the whole night! hehe. meanie evil meanie evil! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearest &lt;strong&gt;melissa penguin&lt;/strong&gt;! i felt so bad for not getting you the number that day cos i was too tired and all. but penguins are understanding! hurhurhur. of course mel penguin is important! we're like family members of the same frequency! actually, i think wat we say make sense leh.. just dunno why others think otherwise. oh wells, as long as we totally understand our chim and reasonable theories! hhahas. love ya gal! must mug hard okay! and quit dao-ing me. it hurts like a knife stabbing at my heart! tc! *huggies!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115781547739043127?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115781547739043127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115781547739043127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115781547739043127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115781547739043127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-make-me-smile.html' title='you make me smile'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115772271396326159</id><published>2006-09-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T01:25:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;-- see this? this is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; any kind of full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;this is a pretty-pretty happy-happy full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;one which i'm gladly willing to put there! and yes, i'm contented and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp. i choose to smile! cos i rather it happened than not at all. really happy and grateful! nv tot i'll feel this way but yea. i do! i'm finally able to see pass all the unhappiness and anger and at the end of it all, i gain more happiness than i ever thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing will get me down, nothing can get me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;gonna nappy now.&lt;br /&gt;morning lamp gonna burn bright bright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115772271396326159?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115772271396326159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115772271396326159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115772271396326159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115772271396326159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/hee.html' title='hee'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115764500681098128</id><published>2006-09-07T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:30:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smilies</title><content type='html'>heysheys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. had maths mock in the morning. i was settled down and all ready with my pencil case out and i reached for the side table... and it wasn't there! wah lau leh.. there was only a hole.. hahas.. anyway.. my sweetest shuai ge changed seats with me so i didn't have to sit at another place. hahas.. thanks &lt;em&gt;adam lee shuai ge&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went nus and had cheese prata! yeah! anyway, teck ming and pris are really nice people to hang out with! it was hell lotsa fun crapping with them! heehee.&lt;br /&gt;nus had this bazaar thingy and guess wat i spy with my little eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A MILO VAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had 5 cups! yeaaa! but i felt pukish after that. and the library was cool! they had books which has news paper cuttings in them, all yellowed out. books on laws and regulations and buildings and blahblahblah. cools! i like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dearest&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MILO BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i really wished you were there with me just now! i bet your face will instantly light up! hahas.. next time we'll be there together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milo But + Milo But = Milo Butt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, i went to meet &lt;em&gt;Biiii&lt;/em&gt; for dinner! yeahhhh!! biiiii was great at the parapara machine!! wahahhas. and it was super fun hanging out with her. just like the good old crappy, sarcastic days!! and i miss biiii!! can't wait to hang out with her again! though she's mean and all.. but i'm meaner! hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feelin so happy jus now.. so much so i wanted to chat with you too. but i thought back and realised, nah, it's just different now. and i dunno if you notice it at all.. aiyer. watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo~ mugging in sch tml! whee~&lt;br /&gt;and yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPIDEST GAL IS THE SWEETEST SWEETEST SWEETEST!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you made my heart melt! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huggies&lt;/strong&gt; go out to &lt;u&gt;dardar&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;mini-toons!&lt;/u&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;^angel^&lt;/u&gt; can read my mood by my first word! it's like you're my other half.. and that means so much to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penguinloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115764500681098128?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115764500681098128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115764500681098128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115764500681098128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115764500681098128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/smilies.html' title='smilies'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115755124676678926</id><published>2006-09-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:00:46.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear</title><content type='html'>somehow, no matter how much i do,&lt;br /&gt;it's still NOT enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i have to work harder, strive higher, run further.&lt;br /&gt;further and further, i can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;don't want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;because, truth is, i'm scared..&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared that history will repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared that my goals are out of reach, so far, my fingers can't even brush it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared that my efforts will go down the drain, and i'll have that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach again.&lt;br /&gt;once that tells me negative things, that messes up my minds and kills my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;than the sun will disappear from my sky forever, the stars will desert me, and it'll be stormy for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;and i must work harder, harder, harder with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;running blindly pass the rose garden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you are filled to the brim with flaws. but somehow, somehow, you haunt me in every way. and i hate you. i hate you... i like it better this way though.&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/8145209-115755124676678926?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115755124676678926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115755124676678926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115755124676678926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115755124676678926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/fear.html' title='fear'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115745805614585807</id><published>2006-09-05T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:02:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>perhaps, all it needs, is a little getting used to.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;u&gt; i'm getting used to it.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh~ tired eyes. puffy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;ahh! pwweetttyyy oasis midst the piles of paper.&lt;br /&gt;hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dardar! why must i blog bout you?!&lt;br /&gt;why must i blog bout staying in school to study with you today, how u wasted 3/4 of my time crapping about crap and thus didn't get anything done, throwing paper at me, hurting my fragile heart, abusing me, snatching my things, and u didn't share the brolly!&lt;br /&gt;hahahs.. no la no la. my dardar is sooo sweet i had to fight a colony of ants just to snatch her back!&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i still love you!&lt;br /&gt;ain't my love unconditional? hees.&lt;br /&gt;don't slack online liao la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115745805614585807?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115745805614585807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115745805614585807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115745805614585807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115745805614585807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115738080052517016</id><published>2006-09-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:40:00.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to go with passion</title><content type='html'>i can't believe it. it's surreal.&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin suddenly left.&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'huh?!"&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa.. but he ascended doing the one thing he's most passionate about. and that is to work with animals.&lt;br /&gt;now, how many people can do that? that's like, to die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i'd like that!&lt;br /&gt;but not now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love the Soumas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115738080052517016?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115738080052517016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115738080052517016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115738080052517016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115738080052517016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-go-with-passion.html' title='to go with passion'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115731060547652351</id><published>2006-09-04T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T03:10:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>envy</title><content type='html'>everyone is like a rice ball with an uemboshi on their backs.&lt;br /&gt;they can't see their own beauty cos it's on their backs,&lt;br /&gt;but they see the beauty of others clearly.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we think we don't have an inner beauty, just cos we can't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will we stop envying others,&lt;br /&gt;and see the true beauty that is deep within?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~hum a happy tune as you go on by!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(it's the caffeine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115731060547652351?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115731060547652351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115731060547652351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115731060547652351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115731060547652351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/envy.html' title='envy'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115728482215266304</id><published>2006-09-03T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:00:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best fencer</title><content type='html'>KARRYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karryn's my best fencer!&lt;br /&gt;she did soooo great!!&lt;br /&gt;15 points to win.&lt;br /&gt;the opponent was at 14.&lt;br /&gt;she was at 8. than she caught up to 14!&lt;br /&gt;she jus kept on scoring and she was super good!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not just saying this gal.&lt;br /&gt;shi and i are sooo proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;in our eyes.. you are already the winner.&lt;br /&gt;you truly are!&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be next time gal!!&lt;br /&gt;hang out soon! wheee~ (:&lt;br /&gt;love ya loads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115728482215266304?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115728482215266304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115728482215266304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115728482215266304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115728482215266304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-fencer.html' title='best fencer'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115721078768699856</id><published>2006-09-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:26:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the nevers</title><content type='html'>there are so many nevers.&lt;br /&gt;like how i'll never hear you say my name again.&lt;br /&gt;how there'll never be another magical moment.&lt;br /&gt;never will there be another sweet smile of yours which instantly lights up my world.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never feel your warmth beside me again.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never get to see your eyes twinkle for me.&lt;br /&gt;or feel the butterflies just for you.&lt;br /&gt;never ever ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you're happy, i will be too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115721078768699856?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115721078768699856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115721078768699856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115721078768699856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115721078768699856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/09/nevers.html' title='the nevers'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115704182461901756</id><published>2006-08-31T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:58:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tcher day</title><content type='html'>whee~ Teacher's Day!&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i ain't exactly teacher's pet except in primary school? ahahs.. only cos i was guai tt's all. hmms. i remember, very vividly, my primary 1 english teacher! Mrs Lim LH. she's really cool! she built up my english foundation and without her, my english would have broken down. ehm. nwaes, when i was sec school and went back to visit her, she remembered me! so touched leh! ohoh. primary 1: best conduct award! hahahs. see? i'm g-u-a-i. but in primary 2 i got into trouble cos i bullied this guy and he had a blue black cause of my pinchings. so yea. my form teacher didn't like me very much. pri 3 was this really weird teacher who loved to bully boys. pri 4 to 6 was.. er-hmm.. ong lai! oh-no.. she better not know this blog. hahahs. those were really fun years! cos of all my classmates.. who didn't have an outing today! kay la.. must visit sec school too. BUT we usually meet every year without fail! except this yr. feeling a lil sad la. cos i really miss them. boos~ the usual gang. heartache sia. miss them miss them miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec school mah. can't really remember many teachers leh. but yea. they're cool all the same. and they're slowly forgetting me! went back today but at the bus stop my fwend told me they close liao! oh man, didn't even have the chance to see my cute juniors. so headed to jp with munmun, the-ever-so-blur-and-still-the-same bihui (hweeeee!), the-blur-blur-really-blur huimin, and the three-quarter-dead-cos-of-korean-dramas wingyi! ahahas. had fun crapping with them, and laughing at vibrating toys in toys r' us. yeah. the cool toys for children are now those which can vibrate. elmo can do the hokey pokey and tiger can bounce! it's a seriously hilarious sight. and this toy doll can grow hair???? tt's jus plain scary. oh man. i miss bi hweeee! she's uberly cute. totally blur and totally sarcastic and.. aiyah.. she's seriously one in a million. you can never ever find someone quite like her in the world. i miss bi hweee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i can be your hero baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can kiss away the pain,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will stand by you forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can take my breathe away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can be your hero."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest angel. i remember. and i pray that you won't waste your life away. cause you do have a good heart, and that i know. sometimes i wonder if it didn't end, would you have turn out this way? than i realised, this question will never have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preeelliiiiimmmmmmssss.&lt;br /&gt;wah~ so exciting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARGHS! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU! GO AWAAAYYYY! FORGET FORGET FORGET! U FRIGGIN LIAR! ARGHS! WHY?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115704182461901756?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115704182461901756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115704182461901756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115704182461901756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115704182461901756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/tcher-day.html' title='tcher day'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115701704495216619</id><published>2006-08-31T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T17:37:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>i hate this stupid feeling.&lt;br /&gt;hate it hate it hate it.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;feeling damn sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come? how come everything seem so far. so out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;it seem like they're half way around the globe, when they're only a metre away.&lt;br /&gt;when i try to pull, they just get further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;annn-ohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it drifts, it changes. and when it changes, it changes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you told me so many lies. lies which i believed. maybe cos i wanted so badly to believe.&lt;br /&gt;but as time passes, truths turns to lies. and i stop believeing. i stop.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of lies, of trying so hard, of caring when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm wishing on someone else's star.&lt;br /&gt;cos someone else seem to be getting what i want.&lt;br /&gt;is it so wrong to believe? is it so wrong to yearn to be the one beside you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe.. it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be emotionless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115701704495216619?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115701704495216619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115701704495216619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115701704495216619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115701704495216619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/grrr.html' title='grrr'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115677338174275031</id><published>2006-08-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T21:56:34.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>after all this time, it suddenly struck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you can never exist beside me, you can only exist in my mind"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see their smiles,&lt;br /&gt;they flap their wings, ready to fly away into happiness.&lt;br /&gt;and as they do, i bravely force a smile.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm supposed to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i am..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115677338174275031?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115677338174275031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115677338174275031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115677338174275031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115677338174275031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_28.html' title='.'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115666858905038046</id><published>2006-08-27T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:12:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pain</title><content type='html'>pain! my ankle's swollen. feels like i'm stepping on.. a swollen feet. wanna prac piano but i need to pedal with my right. and i can't! ouch~ and i don't wanna go to the sinseh! painful~ budden i'll suffer in my later yrs rite. yar. my friends nv fail to remind me that. but.. pain!! aiyah.. prepare a wheelchair for me kays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i miss a certain friend verrrrry much! i haven't talk to her for ages! we used to be such good friends. i stil remember the first time we met. it was the last day of sec 2 and we were posted to our new sec 3 class. i knew her thru my friend and we played reversi! yar. i brought my magnetic reversi set to school. haha. anyway, she's really cool. she shared a lot of her physics knowledge with me and she got me hooked for more! i even did a research on rainbows. hmm. and she plays really good piano! i was so envious! anyway, during PE, the 3 of us would usually walk around the school. we even found this neat hiding place between the econs block which is hidden behind bushes. so we'll jus hang there and talk crap. really fun! i really really miss her. i haven't talked to her for ages and my friend jus reminded me that i forgot her bday which was in july! omg. see what kinda lousy friend i am. i forgot her bday! sigh. it's hard to contact her though. it's like she lives on a remote hill or sth. nvm. will try to get in touch with her later. &lt;em&gt;it's easy to make friends, but so hard to keep them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghs~ wanna study. but my mood's not there. maybe i'm getting complacent. *slap!*&lt;br /&gt;annnd.. lalalallalalalallalala...&lt;br /&gt;blehs~! booboo. prelims cumin soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115666858905038046?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115666858905038046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115666858905038046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115666858905038046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115666858905038046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/pain.html' title='pain'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115651658767766734</id><published>2006-08-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:57:29.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>declique</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG5094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG5094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally. a photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;deshawn, delynn, dejoan, deling, dexin, dequin, deryl, deshuang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yippee! i love u guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we weren't always like that though. it's actually 3 lil cliques becoming one. back then the class was really cliquish. but now, it's waaay better. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;friday! and tea friday was a success. though the food ain't. wrong cake place! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i think i sprained my ankle. so uber clumsy la! i hate spraining my ankles. lost count of how many times i sprained it already. i always tot after a sprained ankle heals, it'll be stronger. stupid theory. geee. booboo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh. cutie list update! this is wat i do when i'm sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;top cutie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is no longer! cos she's been real mean. so she became my&lt;em&gt; bottomless pit cutie&lt;/em&gt;! she was top again today. but after half an hour she became &lt;em&gt;bottomless pit cutie&lt;/em&gt; again. hahas. but i still love her all the same! dardar i love u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chang cairu&lt;/strong&gt;! 3rd place! cos she's been so cute this week and finally stabilised at 3rd! ehm.. and she made me crave for chocolate cupcakes with pink icing.. eat eat eat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joannie&lt;/strong&gt;! she cut a really cute fringe recently so i gave her 10th! she wanted 9th.. so i said 11th. 8th? 12th! hahas. 10th lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deshawn&lt;/strong&gt; is now 500th! cos he's my new milo buddy and he taught me this really hard qn. tt's cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohhh.. i added &lt;strong&gt;wuda-wuda&lt;/strong&gt; too! was it 20th? okay. can't remember. oh no.. i forgot if i've added anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway. yar.. i know it's quite crappy. hehes. aiyah. i'm jus sian lah. i know prelims are coming soon. really soon. gonna get down to studying. no.. not studying.. PIA-ing! wheee~ 3 months to battlefield! equip, strategise and know thy enemy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dequins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i wonder if you're hurting as much as i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you're replaying the moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;relieving the lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and than i realised, i knew the answer all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;somehow the memories never fail to come back and haunt me. bringing me back to places i don't wanna be in, feelings i don't wanna feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i thought everything will be fine. i know it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just as long as you disappear, just as long as you vanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;than everything will be okay. because i know how blissful you are. and how sweet a certain desert tastes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the frozen salty lake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115651658767766734?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115651658767766734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115651658767766734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115651658767766734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115651658767766734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/declique.html' title='declique'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115643395093535916</id><published>2006-08-24T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:39:10.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG4994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG4994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ke pa jia zu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D /big smiles!&lt;br /&gt;a happy picture which i hope will never fade with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanning's fun! jus found out it sucked energy tt's why i was damn tired. but my skin tone still looks the same! gotta fry myself crispy next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i hear the school bells ringing. which is like a good 6 hours early. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jus damn lame. and my eyes are dry. boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw.. i kinda lost count and rank of my cutie list! arghs. badbad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115643395093535916?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115643395093535916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115643395093535916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115643395093535916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115643395093535916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/awight.html' title='awight!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115634748718653442</id><published>2006-08-23T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:38:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Track &amp; Field's aka milo day</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pj's annual track &amp; field meet and it was the best i've attended of my 11 years in the education system! maybe cos&lt;strong&gt; OWENS&lt;/strong&gt; is the champion house! so yea.. it's easy to cheer for the champion, ain't it? in primary school, i was doing first aid duty. in sec school, i was still doing first aid duty. last yr's was jus a milo day. this year was good. good atmosphere from the crowd. esp 05S17 gals! they jus screamed their heads off, but it was fun! hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tug-of-war between owens and polo is really inspiring! the owens team never gave up even if they were just a few inches from losing! they pulled and pulled like no tomorrow. even if some of us tot that they were going to lose and stopped cheering for awhile, they still pulled on. inch by inch, a little by little, and loads of strength, determination and sweat later, they inched the opponents forward and won 2 out of 3 rounds! i, for one, am very proud of them! really, really. they made me feel so inspired too!&lt;br /&gt;Never Ever give up even if you're about to lose, &lt;em&gt;especially&lt;/em&gt; when you're about to lose.&lt;br /&gt;Never Ever give up on even that tiniest shimmer of hope, cos success is nearer than you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my milo buddy and i didn't really had a good milo day. initially, we were super duper estatic to see the milo van! we went nuts. so we stood there and drank 3 cups of milo straight. brought back 7 cups for our friends. wanted to go back again. but after the rain, the milo van disappeared! we were distraughted! imagine our heartache. we wanted to drink like 10 cups la! but yea. too caught up with the owens spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OWENS CHAMPION!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-congratulations and jubilations (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time screaming and cheering.&lt;br /&gt;05S17 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Council rocks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say things without meaning it. you say it over and over again such that what seemed like a beautiful and wonderful statement at first becomes one stripped of all meaning, they become mere words strung together to create no impact at all. so sad. stop saying those things to me if nothing's gonna change at all. yes, i have feelings and my nerves are connected to my brain correctly. save the words. i don't need it. whatever you said and whatever you're gonna say in the future, i don't wanna hear it. i don't need empty words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood is no different from a roller-coaster these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimswim. time to kick in my fishy instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115634748718653442?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115634748718653442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115634748718653442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115634748718653442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115634748718653442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/annual-track-fields-aka-milo-day.html' title='Annual Track &amp; Field&apos;s aka milo day'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115625680226803503</id><published>2006-08-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:26:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/CIMG4876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/CIMG4876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"tilt the camera! tilt tilt! tilllllt!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-SNAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewpid camerawoman. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so much better after all the crap today. duncha jus love crap? actually was feeling pretty moody in the morning. but yea. what to do? books makes me happy! i love studying! i love convincing myself too! yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the milo van comes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i have big plans to suck it dry ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna* Aquino Van Bangbang? -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115625680226803503?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115625680226803503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115625680226803503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115625680226803503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115625680226803503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/tilt.html' title='tilt'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115591036706269625</id><published>2006-08-18T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:10:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie List</title><content type='html'>yay! friday! it's friday again!&lt;br /&gt;this week has been a very tiring one. reach home around 10, bathe, eat and than knock out. my shoulders and back ache.. boos~ whenever it's time to wake up in the morning my eyes just refuse to open and i can't even feel my body. okie, today i'll sleep like a log!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"now i know who my true friends are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmhmm.. went to bean with kawali and shishi today. though it was only a very short one. i was such a klutz there la! so embarassing. maybe i was too tired.. or my foundation on centre of gravity isn't strong enough yet.. boohoo.. felt so guilty.. cos they had to give me a cookie for my clumsiness.. anw.. kawali stole my phrase again! hahas. damn funny. than we were squabbling and crapping along the way. it was good! yeaa.. hope there's more chance to catch up with them again! can't wait for the outing! kawali! u better plan it properly! hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. i realised that people around me are getting cuter everyday! that's why i (&amp; xin) decided to create a cutie list! the people on the list are cute inside out! hahs. and than never fail to amaze me with their cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cutie List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Dardar ( Top Cutie )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;She is shooooo uberrrr cute! she gets cuter everyday! she wasn't as cute yestderday as she is today. really! everything bout her is just c-u-t-e. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2nd: Connie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;what can i say, she's naturally cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4th: DeLynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;this girl huh.. she's fluctuating really badly on the list! hahas. one time she's 3rd, 8th, than 4th. hahas. nevertheless, cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8th: Celest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;just like a little girl! she was 3rd! but she was late on thurs. so yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;11th: DeLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"you want number 1? 1 + 10!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;21st: DeJoan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"you want number 1? 1+ 20!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1001th: DeShawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"you want number 1? 1 + 1000!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. kays la. i was just damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i realised that ppl i hang out with always turn crappy. and they claim that they're only crappy when they hang out with me. i very crappy meh? no what.. i'm so nice! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling stressed. but the laughter just keeps me going. you guys know who you are! and i can't thank you all enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;how can they seem so familiar, yet so distant, so different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115591036706269625?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115591036706269625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115591036706269625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115591036706269625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115591036706269625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/cutie-list.html' title='Cutie List'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115574113120713496</id><published>2006-08-16T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:12:11.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explosion</title><content type='html'>heyyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something damn funny happened during chem prac yestd. xin shuang and i  did group work and we were supposed to identify 4 unknown solutions. xin n i mixed the solutions here and there and added in hydrogen peroxide. like 2 cmcube of it. than there was this mini&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; explosion&lt;/span&gt; la! damn funny! hahas.. and xin inhaled quite a bit of NO2 gas. and disgusting ppt was running out of the test tube and onto my fingers! and it was an exothermic reaction. obviously. hahhas.. now i know! you can play in the lab! just in the absence of hydrogen peroxide! a strong oxidising agent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i'm damn tired now. zoning out soon.&lt;br /&gt;oh. went to the heats jus now too! and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; owens&lt;/span&gt; won the tug-of-war round! yay! zhisen won second for 1.5 too! hahas. and crazy us were there to scream like.. crazy ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. went jp jus now and i saw my primary one best friend! i still remember her full name! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gladys Zhang Xiao-le&lt;/span&gt;! we used to be really really really really really good friends! yea.. used to hang out alot at her place. she looks different. kay la, still looks like her. at first i totally didn't recognise her. took a few secs. but it's really cool once i realised it's her! i love seeing my old pals again, especially my primary school friends! they're one of the best memories so far! yea.. and another pri school friend dropped me a testi. tt's surprising, cos he never really cared bout me when we were in the same sec school la! meanie person. and he's.. yar.. long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh~ my bed's looking really inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired. but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Primary School Misses&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115574113120713496?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115574113120713496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115574113120713496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115574113120713496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115574113120713496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/explosion.html' title='explosion'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115556310292244453</id><published>2006-08-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:17:41.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>silence is evil! silence is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;it took away so many others before.&lt;br /&gt;and soon, you'll be the next vicitim.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want it to be you. =(&lt;br /&gt;i cannot let others fall into this evil trap anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it's a cycle. it goes one whole big round and ends up at the starting point. the starting point of nothing-ness.&lt;br /&gt;stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d.c circuits, oscillations, waves, ellingham diagram, gibbs free energy, statistics, mass media, energetics, organic chem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're all spinning inside my head. screaming for attention. driving me nuts every minute of everyday. but i have to learn to love them. yea.&lt;br /&gt;i love studying i love studying i love studying ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sudden misses of 6SC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115556310292244453?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115556310292244453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115556310292244453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115556310292244453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115556310292244453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115530669403032307</id><published>2006-08-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:05:03.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i elle-ohh-vee-eee Fridays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos it's the day where i totally slack after piano lesson. yippee.&lt;br /&gt;and it's tea fridays! except i couldn't make it this time, and i won't be able to make it next week too! cos of thermodynamics lecture. why am i taking thermodynamics? good question.. maybe cos i hate memorising and i'm a bio-idioit. yea. i cannot regret! don't waver my decision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked back with a few councillors jus now and i really miss all their crap! oh man.. still remember the late nights, meetings, saikang, stupid jokes....... *sniff* okie.. i will wear my council badge everyday from next week onwards! hehes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. t'ang quartet came to play at our assembly! they're good! i remembered the first time yuanyuan taught me how to play twinkle twinkle little star on the violin.. i played so bad a chicken would have been strangled on the spot! hehe. but i continued playing anyway and she nearly went deaf. oopsies. anyway, i bought their cd and got it autographed. it was kinda an impulse thing! maybe cos i was too engrossed with the way they were engrossed in the music. they were so emotional, so deep, so lost in music. and i felt myself float away in their music too. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to another crapping topic. i still don't understand  what people gain from other's misfortunes! can someone please enlighten me? seriously, those people have ANN-OHH life! when they can't touch their goal, they resort to underhand dirts to try and get nearer to their goal. why can't they just spend their time more wisely and find other more mature ways? anyway, no use getting all mad over them, getting my hands filthy over them. so not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppie! i reflected and realised that my life has been too sad this past week. and i realise i'm the main cause, i made myself sad. so dumb rite. nvm.. i'll make myself happy for the rest of my days! hahas.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OPTIMISTIC&lt;/span&gt; i nearly forgot what this word means. thanks dardar for reminding me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh.. i realised that some of my friends took part in ndp too! and it's also in 2003! how cool issat?! maybe we've met but we didn't even know! how are we to ever know that the stranger who passed us on the sidewalks might be our very best friend a few years down the road? efff-aaa-ttt-eeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i hang out with declique, the more i'm sounding like them. like delynn always goes "deee-uuu-emm-beee dumb!" and dexin always got "every-ry-ry-ry-thing!". deling will *whines* and dardar goes "i know you love me!". deshawn goes "Aiyoh!" and dejoan opens her humongous eyes. deshuang jus *silence*. hahahas.. man, i just love these people. they make going to school more of a joy than a chore. and they always make me feel so elle-ohh-vee-ee-dee! and they love to steal my phrases too! i should consider trademarking them, and earn a few bucks at that too! hahas.&lt;br /&gt;top most stolen phrase: "i don't neeeeed anyone!"&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DECLIQUE! 1,2,3~whoosh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh, prelims are exactly a month away! A MONTH! cannot waste any more time ler! JIAYOU PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;though i have yet to see the results of my sweat, but it doesn't mean that i have to see to believe! it takes more than that to get me down! i'm just not ready to give up yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love highs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet another crapping session brought to you by the one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;me and dardar! i love dardar! (and i'm straight!) hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/potluck%20024s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/potluck%20024s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115530669403032307?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115530669403032307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115530669403032307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115530669403032307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115530669403032307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/tgif_115530669403032307.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115505405299492315</id><published>2006-08-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T10:49:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day!</title><content type='html'>yay! &lt;b&gt;Singapore's Birthday! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love national days! though i'm not a pure singaporean.. but i love it all the same! dunno y.. but somehow it ain't the same this yr. i don't feel the atmosphere! maybe cos i'm too caught up with studies and all. hmmms.. love the red, the fireworks, the performances and love the marching contigents! the one which no one really notices but they actually put in ALOT of effort!! with zero recognition! not even invited to join in the party at the end of it! so unfair rite! -grumbles-&lt;br /&gt;but anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the subject of birthdays, this i have to shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAREST KEPA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i betcha love frankie the sunflower! hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see.. no school tml! which means.. no sleep tonights! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna* &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SETTLERS ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;but you guys rock the most!&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'poke* *poke* .. Nothing.. Numbness. boos~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;05S17 gurls cum jewel club members!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/potluck%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/potluck%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;rockies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/potluck%20005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/potluck%20005.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/potluck%20005.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is the one and only &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kepa jia zu&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xiao kepa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hao kepa&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chao ji wu di kepa&lt;/span&gt;. L-O-V-E!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115505405299492315?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115505405299492315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115505405299492315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115505405299492315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115505405299492315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day.html' title='national day!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115480771384474377</id><published>2006-08-06T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T03:55:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-denying</title><content type='html'>guess wat i'm doing at this weird time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;studying! whee~ i think it's quite fun. not gonna sleep till.. tml.. wait.. it is tml. erms. nvm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lie to myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;just shut up, the stupid little voice at the back of my head. &lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't stand it when u keep deceiving me and make everything seem so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;you've lied to me long enough. you never fail to be there in my happiest and you're most prominent in my darkness. i can't seem to block you out. sometimes you overshadow my happy thoughts. is your voice getting louder? i hope not. gonna scream at you if you do.. grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. i finished all my chem tutorials! yippee! now.. what am i gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna* &lt;u&gt;at the end, i wanna stand at the beginning with you.&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;deCliqueNa&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm really sorry my dearest friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still feel bad. but i think i know what to do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope i won't lose this friendship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115480771384474377?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115480771384474377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115480771384474377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115480771384474377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115480771384474377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/self-denying.html' title='self-denying'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115470236718918162</id><published>2006-08-04T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T22:39:27.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>yoshie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr koo came to talk at assembly today. he's really inspiring! after the talk i went to talk to him. and my oh my, he has that X(square)- factor! he was towering over me and he's kinda intimidating. maybe cos i'm short.. haha. and when he talked to me my heart actually skipped a beat. how many people can confidently say that they've acheive their lifelong dream? he's real cool. will i ever get to fulfill my dreams too?&lt;br /&gt;"the past is the past and there's nothing you can do to change it. what's exciting is the future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to her:&lt;br /&gt;everything's changing. i know the past was good. but after tt, it's changed. i feel like a rotten egg inside, for being so mean and so dao. i too want it to be like the past, where there isn't this invisible barrier between us. i've been brooding over it and i feel so sad. how did things ever turn out this way? i have no idea. i'm at a lost. maybe it's my fault for starting the nonsense. i guess i'm really horrid. have i changed? maybe, i've changed. maybe you're reading this. i truly am sorry. maybe time will slowly corrode the barrier away.. i cried when i read ur letter. cos u've always been there for me and this is how horrid me treats u. i'm sorry. give me a chance to make it up to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quinna* -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to say that i don't miss * would be a lie. to say that i don't hate * would be a lie too. but you must know, *, that you really hurt me. maybe u never realised it, but ya. you did. watever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115470236718918162?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115470236718918162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115470236718918162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115470236718918162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115470236718918162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115452626206722367</id><published>2006-08-02T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:59:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no denying</title><content type='html'>i'msuperduperangryandhurtandconfused.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not gonna brood over it. it's just a waste of my time, my 60secs of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;fine. easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm disappointed. maybe i only see the good and not the bad. is believing that leopard's spots do change being too naive? actually, i've been right from the start. i should have stuck on to that instead of losing hold of it along the way.&lt;br /&gt;wthwthwth. i really dun understand. maybe it's my fault, maybe it's urs. at least it's better now. and it'll keep getting better as days go by. i know it will, i hope it will... but it'll change. u chose it that way. and no more wavering determination. silence is but the best solution and answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins* it's raining. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the end, nothing's changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115452626206722367?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115452626206722367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115452626206722367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115452626206722367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115452626206722367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-denying.html' title='no denying'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115444047296569888</id><published>2006-08-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T06:53:05.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small world</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;my world is shrinking.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, everything revolves around school, books, more school and more books.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see anything else..&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i've become insensitive and rotten and self-centered. not forgetting, really dumb and blind. yea.. i realised.&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to improve on that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm living in a one in a lifetime chance, what more could i ask for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes people do dumb things to fool others. and sometimes it makes you angry. but what makes you angrier is that you fall for these dumb people's dumbness. and it makes you feel more dumb. it's all not worth it. did i owe you something in my past life? than why are you doing this to me? what were you thinking? actually. fine.. watever. i don't wanna know the answers. jus disappear and it'll be the greatest favour to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115444047296569888?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115444047296569888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115444047296569888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115444047296569888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115444047296569888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-world.html' title='small world'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115424867605612034</id><published>2006-07-30T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:37:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder</title><content type='html'>reminder to self: &lt;strong&gt;stop eating so much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. been eating too much good food. it's bad! and it doesn't help that pe's only once a week. i miss pe!! getting so unhealthy and not one day passes when i don't feel guilty! to think i dreaded pe last time... hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see... a pile of homework, loads of undone revision. and so little time! the second hand seems to be ticking faster with each passing day.. eeeks. better go.&lt;br /&gt;taaas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115424867605612034?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115424867605612034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115424867605612034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115424867605612034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115424867605612034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/reminder.html' title='reminder'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115409456858185050</id><published>2006-07-28T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:49:28.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful nite</title><content type='html'>heys~ it's such a beautiful night tonight! was walking home from class and a cool breeze was blowing. everything seemed so refreshed. felt like staying out the whole night. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is &lt;u&gt;HAPPYtummy&lt;/u&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;dear 05S17 had a potluck party jus for mr ling! wheee~ there were mounts of food.. fried rice, noodles, muffins, hotdogs, cocktail, jelly, rice balls... yums! haas~ mr ling must be so touched! took lotsa photos too. hmm.. gotta find a way to get them. the class was in a party mood today! anyway.. i love my clique! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY PEOPLE:&lt;br /&gt;Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ling!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Hoden!&lt;br /&gt;HAPWEE BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went beaning with nick and yuanyuan after school. beaning and tea will be held every friday!&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and mum cook good food for dinner too. so yea.. my tummy's full and happy. but tml, my feet will do their job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr yeo freaked me out during assembly. but it's a much needed slap for me. i liked one of his quotes&lt;strong&gt; "Pay now, Play later"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;i totally agree! yupps. i'll persevere on for my enjoyment in the future. oh.. i said in one of my previous entries that i won't blog anymore! hahas. i guess i have stm! nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've gotta learn to take it in my stride and smile as i walk on by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115409456858185050?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115409456858185050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115409456858185050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115409456858185050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115409456858185050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/beautiful-nite.html' title='beautiful nite'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115383204519115167</id><published>2006-07-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:57:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>heys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i say something which i regret about later? this is bad. i'm really sorry. i didn' t mean it that way. sigh. i guessed i must have hurt some people because of how i say stuff. sometimes i say things without meaning it. erghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barefoot touch rugby gave me scratches! hahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;only the silence is killing me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115383204519115167?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115383204519115167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115383204519115167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115383204519115167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115383204519115167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115347986312995266</id><published>2006-07-21T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:04:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy</title><content type='html'>i think i'm going crazy. i got hurt like.. 2 times in 3 days. like continuous heartache. than there was gp class. ms lee was going through poverty. and that was than i realised, it's a rather depressing world. all the killings and sufferings and natural disasters, people living without a penny to their name, without a shirt on their back. it's so hard for me to imagine such sufferings going on in the world when i'm sitting comfortably in the classroom. clean, ventilated, high-tech classroom. some kid out there is cramped on a small wooden stool and straining to catch his teacher's voice cause the traffic outside the window is jus too loud. went to ntuc with xiaoyuanyuan just now and i was shocked by the amount of food they store. there's so much food! too much food.. some people out there don't even have enough to eat and yet, there it is, right in front of my eyes.. tall shelves packed to the max. why do some people have so much money to spare? spending it on branded goods which are jus ripping people off.. buyin stuff that they want and not need. why is it so unfair? that's why i can never understand humans..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't deny that i'm also like every other human. i buy things that i don't need.&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it makes me depressed. sighhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i think i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quins* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't wanna deny it. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115347986312995266?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115347986312995266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115347986312995266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115347986312995266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115347986312995266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy.html' title='crazy'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115305175853018840</id><published>2006-07-16T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:22:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm gone</title><content type='html'>heys~&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i kinda won't be blogging anymore. until after the As anyway. cos i'm completely grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i don't have a temper! i have! and it's not like i like this shitty results! i dont! u don't have to make life more difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my results, i've broken down all too many times. i know ur frustrated. u think i'm not? i'm so scared inside. i told myself to stay strong. but it's getting harder as As draw nearer. i know the importance of this exam. i Know! why can't u support me? why can't you understand me? why don't u believe me? putting a strong and optimistic front is no easy feat. i'm exhausted. u won't even give me a break. i'm no superwoman. i'm human too. i laugh, i cry, i pain, i hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roller coaster is trying so hard to fling me off. my arms are feeling so weak. but i know i must complete this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorry in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115305175853018840?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115305175853018840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115305175853018840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115305175853018840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115305175853018840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-gone.html' title='i&apos;m gone'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115288615729001427</id><published>2006-07-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:09:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>close to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do birds suddenly appear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime you are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do Stars fall from the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime you walk by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to be close to you too! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115288615729001427?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115288615729001427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115288615729001427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115288615729001427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115288615729001427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/close-to-you.html' title='close to you'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115279197451668829</id><published>2006-07-13T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:59:34.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappoint time</title><content type='html'>yoshie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to be getting enough sleep! and that really sucks. being drowsy in tutorials and lectures is plain torturing. hate it. why huh? than i'll start hallucinating.. hhahs. than kena scolded by teacher. oh well. the cycle. i have to force myself to stay in school to study so that i won't fall asleep when i reach home. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really mean to declique. always having mood swings these days. and they can still tolerate my nonsense. but i really can't help it guys. as i said, i am HUGELY disappointed with myself. really. i got back my gp and my heart ached. i know i should pull myself together. but i'm a little tired. it's tough accepting the fact that you slog and get rubbish. but what other choice do i have? at least there's a major motivation, that is to do 6th Student Council proud with good A level results! yeaaa~ i always wanna do my best for those i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i won't ever give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115279197451668829?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115279197451668829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115279197451668829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115279197451668829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115279197451668829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappoint-time.html' title='disappoint time'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115272005521997544</id><published>2006-07-12T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:00:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Student Council Step Down</title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;6th Student Council officially stepped down today and the 7th has taken up their place.&lt;br /&gt;today is just one emotional roller coaster ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LI XIN!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've been a really fun and crappy and great friend! (: love ya loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and secondly, i wanna thank KARRYN KAM for coming to the investiture today! it really meant a lot to me and shi! thanks sooo much for the rose too! though it's kinda wilted liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, YAN PING! you are uber sweet! remembering tt my invest was today already made me touched.. you had to ask ur jjc councillor to pass me a lil prezzie! i was really really touched and i thought i could die of diabetes then! thanks so much! it really means a lot! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okie. investiture! i felt like crying before the whole thing started. dunno y. maybe some regrets here and there, maybe i can't bear to part with them. when i saw the 6th SC coming down the steps, i teared. when i saw them taking their leaving certs, i teared. when i hugged su and karmun, i teared. when i saw the video, i cried like no tomorrow! hahas. like a crybaby. but i can't help it! an overhelming wave of emotions hit me. thanks for lending me ur shoulders alvin!&lt;br /&gt;after tt we had a pic taking session, which was jus like last yr. O2 welco!! i love em loads! lotsa crapping around. and to end it all off, we sat on the steps in front of macs and had kfc! wosh~ now, how memorable is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do i love 6th Student Council? as much as how many stars there are in the sky!&lt;br /&gt;i agree, 6th SC is a fluke. everything seems to fall in place so perfectly, almost as if we were the perfect pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Politics? we never heard of it! we strived hard together because all of us had the passion for 6th SC. no one complained bout cleaning the room, because we love the room! we came in as strangers who barely knew each other. after a year, we became the best of friends, who seem to know each other since forever. i find that miraculous!&lt;br /&gt;if i hadn't join O2 in the first place and continued on to 6SC, i would have missed out this great bunch of people! my life would not be as colorful if not for them. 6th councillors are really great! you can jus talk to any one of them, hug any one of them. the tears, the joy, the sweat, the crap. through thick and thin, 6SC still remains as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6SC is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i love every single one of them! especially Alvin! i learnt so much from him and he's always there to support me. i can never thank him enough!&lt;br /&gt;there can never be another like 6SC!&lt;br /&gt;we lived up to our song, we are indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE IN A MILLION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;btw Russell Shawn, all the best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygosh, too sleepy to think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;nights! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love love love Sixith Council!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dequin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115272005521997544?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115272005521997544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115272005521997544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115272005521997544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115272005521997544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/6th-student-council-step-down.html' title='6th Student Council Step Down'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115262280928335316</id><published>2006-07-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:40:06.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the stupid things we do</title><content type='html'>heys~&lt;br /&gt;remember that i said i always do stupid things? yar.. i did that again today. along with xin and shuang. but it's really too embarassing to say it here. i laughed till i teared.. that has been a long time. hahas. but gals, it was fun (: though i really felt dumbified after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ohhhh! brinjal brinjal!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty disappointed. again. but it's another reason.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i can't believe that ____ didn't care! not a single call! and i thought we were friends! mygosh. super heartache la! though it's not ___ fault, but still.. &lt;em&gt;friends are supposed to be there for one another and care for them&lt;/em&gt;. to think i treat ____ as really close buds. &lt;strong&gt;my heart really ached&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie. lotsa stuff to prepare!&lt;br /&gt;gotta bring truckloads of kleenex!&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm gonna part with my most beloved of the beloved tml! aiyah.. but it's not really a parting, cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIRITS IN EXCELLENCE LIVE ON FOREVER!&lt;/strong&gt; but i can't help but feel sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays. gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard for someone to change. i guess you never will. -the same old you-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115262280928335316?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115262280928335316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115262280928335316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115262280928335316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115262280928335316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/stupid-things-we-do.html' title='the stupid things we do'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115252625303736991</id><published>2006-07-10T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:10:53.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>here i go again. always the same.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. yuppie. yestd. went to celebrate poma's b'day w xiaoyuan too! she was really happy with her cake. took lotsa neoprints and bonded with each other through the pain of towning with heels. hahas. actually, i think it's quite fun! we realised that we're always do something stupid everytime we celebrate birthdays. come to think of it, we always do something stupid..&lt;br /&gt;met mel at the mrt! haven't seen her for so long! was nice catching up with her. met junwei too! my friend since p1! but i kinda screamed when i saw him. dunno y. maybe it's the hair.&lt;br /&gt;next was bean with kawali and shi! suddenly, it was the good ol' days again. (:&lt;br /&gt;walked to school with shi for the world cup finals. i was dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;had breakkie at mackers with yixin. than. school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr. super wuper disappointed with myself. maybe the problem lies with me.&lt;br /&gt;wanna thank DeClique for being there for me. i know i was really moody today. love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loner quote: " i don't need anyone! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115252625303736991?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115252625303736991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115252625303736991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115252625303736991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115252625303736991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115237248538106981</id><published>2006-07-08T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:28:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zonked</title><content type='html'>i'm officially a zombie! haven't felt this tired for so long. till my mind goes totally blank.&lt;br /&gt;on the way back on the bus.. i couldn't even think. *blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. today. early morning. like 2 am.. was playing sims. and at 2.. it suddenly struck me tt i had to report to school at 7! aiyoh.. blur me la! so i didn't get much of a sleep. slacked around cos everyone loves being late. had lunch with council juniors and realised tt they're really a nice bunch of ppl. outgoing and cheeky. come to think of it.. how come the batch after mine always seem to love bullying me?! had invest rehearsal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than yay! my date! met xin at town. shopped around and she's really happy with her purchases! i didn't really get anything. nothing screamed out to me. or maybe it's cos i'm a demanding shopper. and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xin! i'm really sorry kays!&lt;/span&gt; i really didn't mean to forget! u know me.. i have a bad case of stm! and i was really tired. sorry gal! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips hurt and it's swollen! i dunno why! WHY?! stupid la!&lt;br /&gt;i jus realised today tt there's a lot of stuff i have yet to do. like physics tutorial! and lotsa misc stuff. see la! i slacked too much until i forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;yay! there's two 3some outings tml! really hope kawali can bean and my heels dun kill me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired sleepy sleepy tired.&lt;br /&gt;*BLANK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115237248538106981?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115237248538106981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115237248538106981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115237248538106981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115237248538106981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/zonked_08.html' title='zonked'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115228338757741554</id><published>2006-07-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:43:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jb shopping</title><content type='html'>tired with a contented grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. actually.. i feel bad for not gg to invest rehearsal. but this was decided last week! really.. i feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went jb with lixin to shop today! first up was a really great hong kong breakfast and lunch. the toast is as thick as half a loaf of bread! than we went shopping! bought lotsa stuff. i didn't really look at the price tag. tsk! bad habit! but i feel more at ease using ringgit. guilt-free shopping! clothes, accessories, shoes! oh.. shoes! lixin is superbly satisfied with her brown pointy heels. she's crazy over it. i bought black pumps and black heels. i wanted to buy the yellow heels cos it's soo bright and cheery! but not practical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yellow.. i think i'm liking yellow more and more! mus be darling's influence. why yellow? blue is definitely my all time fav.. orange is cool.. but yellow.. yellow... yellow's bright and cheery! kay la.. i'll jus add that to my fav color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of keeping a list of all the clothes i have. sometimes i open my wardrobe and find clothes which i've bought and completely forgotten about. maybe it's jus my stm. and i think i'm getting rounder. seriously. jb shopping is fun, once u have the figure, it's cheap, nice and fun! i think my vocab's limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my date tml won't happen. ):&lt;br /&gt;tired! but i'll go visit my sims for awhile. my slacking days must be fully made used of!&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115228338757741554?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115228338757741554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115228338757741554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115228338757741554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115228338757741554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/jb-shopping.html' title='jb shopping'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115218988584041854</id><published>2006-07-06T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:44:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prettiness</title><content type='html'>i jus opened an email sent by dearest ximin. and i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/castle.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/castle.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i found my home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/lavender.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/1600/lavender.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1330/538/200/lavender.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and my garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i jus wanna travel the world!&lt;br /&gt;i realised i jus blogged 3 times in a day. i hope i'm not hooked on this. this is not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115218988584041854?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115218988584041854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115218988584041854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115218988584041854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115218988584041854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/prettiness.html' title='prettiness'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115218757399805612</id><published>2006-07-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:06:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chrissy's treat</title><content type='html'>heys~ went town with chris today for my long overdue bday treat! yeaaa..&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at pepper lunch.. thanks chris!&lt;br /&gt;bought jap donuts there and i think i'm growing fat. but it's nice!&lt;br /&gt;headed to bugis than to esplanade. and chris treated me to chocz's banana!  MMmmm.. thanks chris!! went to the esplanade library to borrow some scores. i wasted like $20 applying for their membership.. i've not borrowed a single book la!  anyway.. i borrowed two. one which will definitely kill me and make me super irritated. but yea.. it'll be fun. oh.. and we went to this shop which sells really cute collectables. there was this toy hamster which dances and sings at the same time! and while doing that he also swings this little kung-fu thing in his paws! mygosh. i was standing there and laughing like a maniac.. "Soooo Cute!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS FOR EVERYTHING CHRIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart broke when i saw my favourite place in Singapore being covered with cranes and lorries. it'll be gone soon! and i've not done what i've always dreamt of doing there yet! ): i've always wanted to go there with a special person. sighs. WHY?! grrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. slack slack slack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115218757399805612?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115218757399805612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115218757399805612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115218757399805612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115218757399805612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/chrissys-treat.html' title='chrissy&apos;s treat'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115214794851768005</id><published>2006-07-06T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T09:05:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiyoh</title><content type='html'>aiyoh.. what is this?!&lt;br /&gt;i installed sims2 and played yestd nite.. made a really nice family, a nice house. but than i got sick of controlling their lives after 5 hrs. hahas. they're really hard to satisfy la!! they get tired so easily and always wanna have fun. geee.. ehh.. sounds like me!&lt;br /&gt;i realised that the sims i create always the same one. same face shape, same nose, same hair, same clothes. hahas.. and the house also! cos i wanna squeeze everything into the house. and the house is squarish la! so ugly.. now i know i can't design houses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than after that i still didn't feel like sleeping. wanted to watch studio ghilbi shows. was feeling like spirited away. but i watched that like so many times the dvd's kinda blurred here and there. so i went for lupin and count caligastro. after half an hour i jus hugged my penguin and fell asleep. hhahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needa find an interesting past time! maybe shopping will help! yeaaaa... now i remember.. holidays can be damn sian at times. looks like my books have to come in sooner.. blehs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115214794851768005?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115214794851768005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115214794851768005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115214794851768005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115214794851768005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/aiyoh.html' title='aiyoh'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115210182911071963</id><published>2006-07-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:17:09.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy!</title><content type='html'>WHHHHHHEEEEEE~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm totally happy now! i truly am! my gosh, i can get addicted to this feeling!&lt;br /&gt;but yea.. i know.. results are coming out and prelims is nearing..&lt;br /&gt;but jus let me fully embrace this feeling for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm in the clouds! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans? 1.eat 2.sleep 3.slack.&lt;br /&gt;gonna install sims 2.. going shopping.. eating.. lying on my bed! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after physics today (which is... erghs!), went to bpp with classmates and had mos. saw pretty phone again! than had invest rehearsal. it's really fun crapping with councillors. ahh! we're stepping down next wed.. that's like.. !!!! .. so fast la!! i can still remember our invest last yr.. it's so vivid in my mind.. soon.. they'll see our world through their eyes, and live their lives like ours. (hmm.. superman said that before!).. i guess everything has to come to an end. jus like sl was telling me bout the cycle of life.. sighsigh.. my happy feeling is slipping away..&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i saw my fav 190 bus driver today! he's like the youngest bus driver i've seen so far.. and he has really cool hair! i think he changed his morning shift to evening shift liao. hahaas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of slacking for 4 full days. but.. yea.. cannot la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't u wish sometimes that a moment will last forever? that feelings never fade? hmm.. i wish for that some times.. and what i'll do is i'll remember every detail in that moment.. the soft gust of wind.. oh.. like now! feeling the cool air breeze of my air con, feeling the happiness bursting inside, my fingers typing.. and than i'll keep all these moments in my heart forever! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to hang with my friends again. it's been a long time!&lt;br /&gt;okay.. gonna install sims2! love that game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so happy! i wish this moment would last forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love kepa i love dardar i love xinxin i love dejoan i love delynn i love deshawn i love shuangy i love poma i love xiaoyuanyuan i love karryn i love lishi i love fhps6F2000 i love fhs 1d 2d 3b 4b i love my old friends i love welco i love proco i love pubco i love feeco i love exco i love 6sc i love fuhua i love redcross i love my ex-comm i love adeline's comm i love connie's comm i love all the comms that will ever come i love the whole fuhua redcross regardless if i know them or not i love everyone i ever knew cos they taught me so much stuff i can't repay them enough i love my soft toys and pillow for always comforting me i love i love i love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yea! sorry.. high mood! too much love to share (: ciaos~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115210182911071963?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115210182911071963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115210182911071963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115210182911071963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115210182911071963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy.html' title='happy!'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115202262083113647</id><published>2006-07-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:17:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs</title><content type='html'>24 hours!! no.. less than that!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be able to reward myself!&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaaa! can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see declique tml too!&lt;br /&gt;what am i doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;blehs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it kills to do my best for physics, i'll gladly do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dequins* lallal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: sorry pig!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115202262083113647?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115202262083113647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115202262083113647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115202262083113647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115202262083113647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/24hrs.html' title='24hrs'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115185145824091727</id><published>2006-07-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:44:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>savants</title><content type='html'>hahs~ watching the recording of channel newasia's documentary on savants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm certain that i'm not autistic. nor am i a genius! hahas.. does this mean one have to have his brain wired wrongly in order to be smart?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was so blown away by that 13 yr old boy who composes his own music and he plays so well! unlike me... ahhh!! damn.... everytime i see a child play so well i get so.. soo.. sooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gawd.. savants walk this earth! i wouldn't mind being a savant, seeing the world in a different way, for what it truly is.. coolness. the more i know bout the world, the more i'm amazed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid flooders on my taggie! begone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freakonomics rock too.&lt;br /&gt;i like weird things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway.. the show i'm watching never seem to end! so irritating. than the gals like to scream here shout there. losing interest liao.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i'm wasting too much time.. suppose to study physics! yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;buais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeQuin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115185145824091727?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115185145824091727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115185145824091727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115185145824091727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115185145824091727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/savants.html' title='savants'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115176523646819896</id><published>2006-07-01T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:14:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah`</title><content type='html'>blahblahblahblahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. jus felt like ranting. and screaming. and shouting. and jumping. and going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;dun ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wondering. why are idols those who can sing and perform on stage and not that kind soul who helped an old lady or that little boy who gave up his seat? hmm.. maybe ppl adore performers cos.. i duno.. the stage just does something to people. there's jus this aura around performers. maybe it's the distance, the spotlight.. maybe everyone likes make-believe. whatever. i'm jus blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;yup. life's balanced. you can't have everything. and just when u thought someone is shoo perfect, u realised that everyone has flaws. everyone has secrets. everyone has problems. maybe that's why life rocks.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i'm jus blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, i still feel like screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeQuin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEJOAN DARLING! &lt;em&gt;i love you loads!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115176523646819896?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115176523646819896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115176523646819896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115176523646819896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115176523646819896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/blah_01.html' title='blah`'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115172377194216601</id><published>2006-07-01T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T11:16:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty</title><content type='html'>i can't stand it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm liking this skin more and more! i dunno why! the more i look at it, the more i wanna look at it.&lt;br /&gt;guess that's why first impression works. hahs~&lt;br /&gt;grr... tuition later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched my latest craze  till early morning. actually, i think the show is kinda funny and overdramatic. i mean, where got people quarrel until they slip and fall and hit their head against the table??? and where got ex-boyfriends go nuts and attack their ex-girlfriends??? (erm.. okay.. maybe they do..) the flow of the plot ain't exactly flawless. nvm, i'll still continue watching it cos of those 2!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. a brand new beginning!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm gonna run a little later. binging is taking it's toll.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deQuin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i tried my best. but i'll try harder and i'll never give up until i see the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115172377194216601?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115172377194216601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115172377194216601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115172377194216601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115172377194216601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/07/pretty.html' title='pretty'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115167885780556533</id><published>2006-06-30T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:16:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skin</title><content type='html'>yup. i like this.&lt;br /&gt;my First Love Theory never fails!&lt;br /&gt;i slacked the whole day today. tt's why i have the time to change my blogskin. i'm going to start mugging tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i'm hooked on a show again! gee.. 95% of the reason is due to the actors.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i wanna thank DeLing for the sms. thanks gal.&lt;br /&gt;i'm good at this. brood and whine the whole day, watch a few serials and sleep it off. i know i'll find myself again.&lt;br /&gt;the hero in me never leaves me in the lurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DeQuin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DeLynn says that Quinn will be a popular name in 2015!&lt;br /&gt;you should consider changing your name now!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115167885780556533?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115167885780556533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115167885780556533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115167885780556533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115167885780556533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/06/skin.html' title='skin'/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8145209.post-115164231436713265</id><published>2006-06-30T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:40:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish everything would just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i should just disappear instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8145209-115164231436713265?l=quinstar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/feeds/115164231436713265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8145209&amp;postID=115164231436713265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115164231436713265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8145209/posts/default/115164231436713265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quinstar.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wish-everything-would-just-disappear.html' title=''/><author><name>QUIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09501395793135694684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
