<?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-13437074</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:47.727-07:00</updated><category term='R'/><title type='text'>~| StarBeans |~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437074.post-1163071083821078491</id><published>2009-03-16T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:07:58.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sucks when you worked so so so so hard. The tears and the pain and the effort you put in. it sucks when you slaved but the results elude you. You know what they say about how people will instantly recognize it when you put in hardwork and effort? It's a lie. You know when they say the best people are 95% hardwork and 5% talent? It's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork has never triumphed talent. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-1163071083821078491?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/1163071083821078491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=1163071083821078491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/1163071083821078491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/1163071083821078491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-sucks-when-you-worked-so-so-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-4864696443590450008</id><published>2007-09-04T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:42:39.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday. I WANT! holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday I WANT! holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is starting ot look weird to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-4864696443590450008?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/4864696443590450008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=4864696443590450008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/4864696443590450008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/4864696443590450008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/09/holiday-holiday-holiday-holiday-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-7106904479531335684</id><published>2007-08-05T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:50:47.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i know huihui is reading this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU! GO AND TEST YOUR BAD BREATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will list the steps to self-diagnosis of bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST! you lick the back of your palm.&lt;br /&gt;Not too much. Don't be gross and slobber all over.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;No saliva bubble pls.&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple lick.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a 2cm by 2cm square if you can manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND! you wait for it to dry. resist all urge to wash it!&lt;br /&gt;unless you normally lick your hands and don't wash which i don't know why...&lt;br /&gt;you'll do... that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD! smell it.&lt;br /&gt;that's how your breath smells like.&lt;br /&gt;I think it stink. oh no!&lt;br /&gt;I have bad breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.. i think i read this in Reader's Digest or something.&lt;br /&gt;some doctor recommended this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-7106904479531335684?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/7106904479531335684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=7106904479531335684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/7106904479531335684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/7106904479531335684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/08/clears-throat-because-i-know-huihui-is.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-6922129596880298458</id><published>2007-07-31T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:31:55.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still on the topic of change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if i have changed.. as in personality wise.&lt;br /&gt;how do you figure out if you've changed?&lt;br /&gt;is there a quiz for it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-6922129596880298458?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/6922129596880298458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=6922129596880298458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6922129596880298458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6922129596880298458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-on-topic-of-change.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-6123879732481113978</id><published>2007-07-25T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T06:48:36.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! continued from xiao bai's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haven't seen each other for 5 years! yah! that's how long!&lt;br /&gt;oh no!!! it's like those korean drama where they go '10 years later' and show everyone grown up and all.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people change. &lt;br /&gt;I change.&lt;br /&gt;so of course my friends will change too.&lt;br /&gt;so it's kinda strange.. how i can accept me changing but not my friends.&lt;br /&gt;and it's really weird... to read a friend's blog and realise you no longer know that person well any more.&lt;br /&gt;in fact... you probably don't understand her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i'll still be your friend.&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;i realise i don't know what it means to miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;which is strange.&lt;br /&gt;the only time i really missed someone was when my sis went to america for one month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-6123879732481113978?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/6123879732481113978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=6123879732481113978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6123879732481113978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6123879732481113978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/07/haha-continued-from-xiao-bais-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-2364308406888866032</id><published>2007-07-17T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:54:02.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling very unoriginal, very uninspired, very uncreative and highly highly unskillful lately.&lt;br /&gt;For one whole month actually...&lt;br /&gt;Everything i do seems so cliche and done to death. &lt;br /&gt;Every idea i come up with lacks omph and that sheer stroke of genius.&lt;br /&gt;Everything everything everything.&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's very fustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain feels like a stack of hay. sticking out all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;and horses are slowly munching away at it.&lt;br /&gt;My senses feel dulled.&lt;br /&gt;And i just keep feeling so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder if it would be better if i was in the cavemen era.&lt;br /&gt;Then everything you think of would be completely amazing and new.&lt;br /&gt;Now... everything you think of is either already done, &lt;br /&gt;someone else thought of it too albeit in various versions, &lt;br /&gt;or worse still someone else thought of the exact same thing &lt;br /&gt;or you thought it's completely original but actually it's some masterpiece &lt;br /&gt;that you saw before and it lingered in the back of your mind expect you didn't completely realise.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i think of all those ppl i know with way way way way more talent than me&lt;br /&gt;and they went to study in JC and i will keep thinking &lt;br /&gt;IF they came and studied design.. all these talented ppl, i'll probably be&lt;br /&gt;just peanuts then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. not just peanuts. the worse sick blackish with furry mould peanut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my hands sometimes. Cos' in my mind i have all these wonderful wonderful visions&lt;br /&gt;and images and graphics but my hands fail me every single time. &lt;br /&gt;or it just wouldn't listen and turn out some crap instead.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be on a low moral drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to my first point.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a low moral drive because i'm feeling very unoriginal, uncreative and uninspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-2364308406888866032?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/2364308406888866032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=2364308406888866032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/2364308406888866032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/2364308406888866032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-7629609730945451139</id><published>2007-05-06T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:16:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realised the down side of packing your assignment deadlines together and working like mad to meet them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i actually have time in between deadlines I procastinate instead! cos' i just don't feel the pressure to work and being the deprived slave we all are, I automatically swtich to sleep, play, slack mood. and wait until the last minute to work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for June holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to sit by the road to stare at the sky last night. the clouds were bellissimo. but i got alot of weird stares and the owner of the house i was sitted across came out looking very worried. dung. he must think i'm planning how to sneak into his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi piace italiano. demo, watashi wa non piace studi italiano. difficile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effects of CDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, why do i blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-7629609730945451139?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/7629609730945451139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=7629609730945451139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/7629609730945451139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/7629609730945451139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realised-down-side-of-packing-your.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-2182992875441035311</id><published>2007-04-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T07:07:37.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>need a place to whine and complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! URRRGH! RUGHAHGHG! @#$%@#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGAHGHAGHAGHSIEAJFIAJEIIJFAAJFJKSFDAKAFJ!!&lt;br /&gt; ioqo;oqwieoafijfjsjf!@!&lt;br /&gt;(#!@#9172397&lt;br /&gt;Sa&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;f&lt;br /&gt;afdsa&lt;br /&gt;ff EWEFEAJFOAFOJEWAFOJEFOEJAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# (U!@# U$!(@#$!@U#4&lt;br /&gt;f QWEJFQWER+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qr QRTIwfeasdfa&lt;br /&gt; 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q!#)@$!*@#(%!*@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A SDFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUJJJJJJKKKKKCASSSSCEPPPP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-2182992875441035311?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/2182992875441035311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=2182992875441035311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/2182992875441035311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/2182992875441035311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/04/need-place-to-whine-and-complain.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-60505693368745430</id><published>2007-01-18T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T12:28:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omi, oh my! The Japan MacDonald new image ads are STUCK in my head!&lt;br /&gt;it soooo cool! lol! how come our macdonald ads are not cool?? we have raps about rice for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;They have a whole sexy ad on Tomato McGrand! What's that? we don't even have Tomato McGrand. Actually it doesn't sound nice. like Big Mac with too much ketchup or what. But i don't care... i'll eat it just because of the ads.&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? I'm a image and branding junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav. is the last scene for the Mr. MacDonald. His pose is hilarious. holding two tomatoes. and he does this funny look thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to that girl who did Macdonalds for her prezo... it's an eye opener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go see it at youtube.com    search for McGrand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Crowbar Seminar was really amazing... we saw this lady went up stage with a funny hair clip really low down at one side and a really bumpkin style and she started showing us this ancient ad for Guiness done by her and a whole abstract Bank of China champaign. And that ancient Nippon ad with the villages painting their old old houses really colourful? We were so convinced she's a relic until she started showing us her recent works.&lt;br /&gt;Sony's ad. The one about 3 seconds to fall in love. 3 centries to preserve a tradition etc. etc. woah. *jaws slacken* i worshipped that ad... she couldn't have done it! aaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ecrission's ad. The one with the son having a huge party at home with music from his handphone and the dad comes back and switch the music to retro and started dancing Saturday Night Fever? I'm tramuatised! She's funky tOO!&lt;br /&gt;at the end of her prezo, I'm convinced that she's inhuman. I mean, she doesn't believe in pitching. All the clients approached her. *jaws drop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now back to my Project 1. I still need to come up with a logo by 7am. and do a bit of colouring. argh. haven't had proper sleep in 2 weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-60505693368745430?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/60505693368745430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=60505693368745430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/60505693368745430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/60505693368745430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/omi-oh-my-japan-macdonald-new-image-ads.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-5415681042403321973</id><published>2007-01-16T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:54:35.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.... is super uber unlucky. ok, maybe not uber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, my alarm clock is set to PM... so i only woke up when Alia called me at 10:30 (thank goodness, i was suppose to get out of house by 10:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i was half-awake when i entered the toilet with my eyes closed. I don't make it a point to open my eyes when i wake up... and guess what? i stepped on a wet moist bird shit on the floor. It was some freaking sparrow from the balcony that decided to be civilised and use the loo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. in a big hurry now, on my lap top to save all my illustrator and powerpoint files. Guess what? my thumbnail refuse to take it. my laptop jammed 5 times. wtf! So i got out my sis's harddisk and dumped everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, at the print shop. guess what? GUESS WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;my illustrator files can't open for the first time in my life. &lt;br /&gt;i am doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@#%$%!@#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Printed the disgusting Microsoft Word version without nice layouts.&lt;br /&gt;At least my powerpoint slides work.&lt;br /&gt;But realise i forgot to save the Gorillaz music into the harddisk. damn. &lt;br /&gt;and i spoiled the case's zip in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation. Omg. Realise i got half the content wrong. Didn't have anything on the Designer. just reflections. argh! die! make up some stuffs on the spot. Desmond pretends to fall asleep and gives this super BORED look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed up my report. Realise i got all my page numbers wrong. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;At Jupiter Cafe, bought the cheapest egg sandwich. on a tight budget me!&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i got a stomachache after that. ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying to think happy thoughts (taught by Faith! heehee!)&lt;br /&gt;so i was trying to think 'When life gives  you horrible terrible bad days, you make, erm, badminton out of it?  or or, you make full use of it and go to sleep instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to sleep for the whole evening and when i woke up i decided that it's not a bad day after all. Well, first of all, Alia called me. Imagine if she didn't. i'll just die. &lt;br /&gt;Then my powerpoint slides work. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the whole bunch of them stayed until after my prezzo. yay! thank you thank you! you guys probably just stayed for the sake of it but i don't care. lol! i choose to think my way. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I saw a nearly full Orion today. So cool! You can see the belt and the head and the legs and this arm stretching out. I thought it's an arrow but it's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-5415681042403321973?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/5415681042403321973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=5415681042403321973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/5415681042403321973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/5415681042403321973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/today.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-6746448642390920517</id><published>2007-01-08T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:06:19.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*surprised look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress must be getting to my head already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need inspiration! 50+ inspirations! ahhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just here to vent my load of bile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               'Lil' Loosy Dame,&lt;br /&gt;     likes to keep her head quite tame.&lt;br /&gt;        but with screws &lt;br /&gt;               and cotton balls &lt;br /&gt;                     and half eaten marshmallows &lt;br /&gt;     junked where her brain should be,&lt;br /&gt;                                 Lil' Loosy Dame,&lt;br /&gt;can't quite keep her head quite tame!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-6746448642390920517?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/6746448642390920517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=6746448642390920517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6746448642390920517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/6746448642390920517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-hey-surprised-look-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115814031438215009</id><published>2006-09-13T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:38:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Chomp chomp day was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;i know this post is very very belated. haha! but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see emm, val and xiao bai! so loong never see them already! &lt;br /&gt;Haha! and emmy, i REALLY used that pillow you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cool! we should have more reunions like that! haha! &lt;br /&gt;Very fun to just sit there and watch huihui stalk around the table and shout random stuffs to embarrasse us. then indulge in all the juicy gossips from wanru half of which I don't understand. hahaha! and then torture xiaobai - the doggy! - to eat more zut zut. and have genius suggestions from sandra that we actually thought of also *secretly*. Forcing emmy to eat stingray and zut zut while she tries to finish a mountain of hokkien mee. Being brave enough to try egg milk beancurd reccommended by val who saw someone eat it before *what kind of basis is that?!* which in turn inspired my theory for Aboiling! *shall repeat it later* heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the while... jean cai is just sitting there trying to pretend she's not hungry. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes... Aboiling... why is it called Aboiling (pronnounce Ah-Ball-Ling)? because it looks like a Ball. but it's quite small so it's a balling (like seedling you know?) and you eat one at a time so it's A. a balling. Aboiling. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read this in reader's digest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process of wiping his bar one day, a bartender looks down and sees a snail. &lt;br /&gt;"Can i have a beer?" asks the snail.&lt;br /&gt;The bartender just looks at him, shrugs, and flicks him off the bar.&lt;br /&gt;One year later, the bartender looks down to find a snail looking up at him.&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do that for?" it asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO POOR THING!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha! i can imagine the poor snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll start a ribbon collection. haha! cos' i went spotlight and all the ribbons look so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me. I watched Devil Wears Prada!&lt;br /&gt;4 stars. I like. &lt;br /&gt;I want to watch The Banquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huihui... you wanted Monster House right? got time anot?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115814031438215009?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115814031438215009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115814031438215009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115814031438215009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115814031438215009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-chomp-chomp-day-was-so-fun-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115765274031934375</id><published>2006-09-07T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:12:20.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaah! finally see emmy, val, xiao bai... so many ppl.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah! so happy thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;triple birthday bash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, Happy Birthday Sand!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Wanru!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis is coming back this Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;woooooHooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sun tan. and get healthier. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;sun tan = healthier look&lt;br /&gt;therefore it's the short cut. don't need to exercise. bwahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wishlist:&lt;br /&gt;become lvl 40 on World of Warcraft painlessly. within 1 hour. haha! see? i'm not disillusioned. I didn't say 1 sec.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm lvl 30. hahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to moon and earth watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achieve world dormination by brain washing everyone with the Tokyo Drift song.&lt;br /&gt;*puts on high pitch voice* I wonder if you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. which reminds me. I translated the Tokyo Drift lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;go check it out at &lt;br /&gt;http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/330249502/Teriyaki_Boyz/Tokyo_Drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.. stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;along with robbie william's rude box and outkast's morris brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH NO! did you hear? outkast is breakin up after this album. wait... why do i sound like a amateur DJ saying that? oh no... listen to too much of the DJ championship thingy on perfect 10 *i will not say 98.7!* ... with all the first time DJs. brain wash me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you know!&lt;br /&gt;How they live in Toki-yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like a marching band, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan in the stands &lt;br /&gt;Do the rude box, shake the rude box&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to basics....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115765274031934375?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115765274031934375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115765274031934375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115765274031934375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115765274031934375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-wait-cant-wait-cant-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115701227882631068</id><published>2006-08-31T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T01:17:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok! just so that i will not be slapped by Huihui the next time i see her, i blog. &lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit sad because all our overseas plans (3 in total) failed. Because argh! my family can be just so inactive. Asking my brother when is he free is like trying to squeeze a pimple that's just started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so Happy Teachers' Day! yar. too lazy to get out of bed and drag myself back to school. But never mind! it's the thought that counts right? So i'm sitting here, thinking about wishing them! haha! &lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i think i dreamt of Yu Lao Shi. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, jean zh huii sand and val all never go back. so what's the point mannn...&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went Changi Sailling club after sending my sis off to London. Haha! now i have my sis's friend's lipstick as hostage because she forgot lipsticks are banned onboard too. And we were gonna throw it away until my sis realise I can just hold on to it.&lt;br /&gt;Not fair! I want to travel too! heehee!&lt;br /&gt;and she's going to Mary's wedding. so cool! and it'll be the really english type (she's English) and they even have to wear hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sshh... i'm trying to picture my sis with a very very English hat with flowers sipping tea in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wipes tear from eye*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. back to my point. I tried to suntan under the rain clouds. and tried to swim in the rain. Very sad. i know. Why does it always rain on me?&lt;br /&gt;and the wind was so strong the palm trees were like nearly horizontal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got stuck in the club, entertaining myself by playing pool. And this Belgium guy (who's also stuck) joined my game. And it's a rip off i tell you! He knows pool and i'm just a beginner. So he finishes the whole game and I still have a bunch left and he sits there while i try to finish them. &lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And we ran out of coins so he started telling me about how French Fries came from Belgium (chocolates!).&lt;br /&gt;So apparently, some bunch of americans were fighting a war there and a lady invited them into her cottage. There she served them thick fried potato strips with mayonnaise dip and the americans loved it so much they went back to america and reproduced it. And cos' the lady was speaking French, they called it French Fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium ... (chocolates!) &lt;br /&gt;and he's name is Koen. weird name right?&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me what does Singapore have.&lt;br /&gt;I told him ; Sun. and Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! gonna find selina for dinner. yum yum... maybe sushi.. i have a craving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115701227882631068?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115701227882631068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115701227882631068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115701227882631068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115701227882631068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-just-so-that-i-will-not-be-slapped.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115244115672864360</id><published>2006-07-09T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:32:36.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We street-fighted in the darkroom on Friday. haha! I just laugh thinkin about it. &lt;br /&gt;Kelle... you. lousy. not me. the person who control is always the lousy one. how can you blame it on a poor defenceless animation character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADuGERN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the BaPho people! JIA YOU! hahahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Fighting was so cool. =))&lt;br /&gt;thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wacom! T_T my beloved, darling wacom...... why? do you not like my Rogue the Bad Apple? why can't i install u on my laptop!!!! *waterfalls*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115244115672864360?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115244115672864360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115244115672864360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115244115672864360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115244115672864360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-street-fighted-in-darkroom-on.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115184973894141495</id><published>2006-07-02T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:15:38.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WENT ZOO TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;animal rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Ben n Jerry rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the zoo the animals are adopted and sponsored by various companies right?&lt;br /&gt;Here's some funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Zebra's sponsored by MacDonalds "i'm lovin' it"..... now.. are you sure you just ordered a cheese burger?&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe sponsored by Abott the milk powder brand? the one that goes Grow Grow Grow! with a giraffe picture? haha! yes, they named the giraffe Growie.&lt;br /&gt;Meekats sponsored by HSBC. &lt;br /&gt;Treetop bull frogs sponsored by that rubbish collecting company.. Semb-something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite animal in the whole zoo? &lt;br /&gt;The White Tiger. &lt;br /&gt;it's just sooooo beautiful. the blue eyes and the pink nose. Ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and i went to the fragile forest part?&lt;br /&gt;and they had this honey thing for the butterflies to feed on. and this really pretty white and black butterfly stopped on it. and this family of china chinese came with this irritating boy. and the boy kept saying 'I want butterfly!' &lt;br /&gt;and the mum said 'you can't catch too many butterflies!'&lt;br /&gt;and i already had this suspicious image of them secretly sneaking butterflies into jars and hiding under the pram.&lt;br /&gt;So the mum placed the boy on the stone where the honey thing is....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and before i know it....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the boy grabbed the butterfly by its wwings. &lt;br /&gt;you know if you took it properly it's probably fine but he grabbed it in this manner that it's like tearing apart and coming off from the very stressed out butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;and i went like 'AH!'&lt;br /&gt;and the mum got kinda embarrassed so she hurried over and said 'don't grab so hard!' and try to make the boy release by shaking his hand... which made the whole thing worse cos' now the boy's like violently shaking the poor butterfly by its wings.&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted again. 'AAaaaaahhhh!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't hang around to see the butterfly getting tortured so i went "OH MY GOD!" and i hurried off....&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it i should have told them off... if my chinese was better! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have no respect for anything!&lt;br /&gt;not even themselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feel kinda blue now... wonder if it's because i'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;this block is abit funny... like weird funny? &lt;br /&gt;i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;typo is fine... it can actually get quite interesting. if only the lectures weren't so dry.&lt;br /&gt;marketing puts me to sleep even though it's interesting too. &lt;br /&gt;see? maybe that's why it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in ur horoscope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115184973894141495?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115184973894141495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115184973894141495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115184973894141495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115184973894141495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-went-zoo-today-its-so-cool-zoo-rocks_02.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115184972695050868</id><published>2006-07-02T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T07:15:26.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WENT ZOO TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zoo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;animal rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Ben n Jerry rocks.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in the zoo the animals are adopted and sponsored by various companies right?&lt;br /&gt;Here's some funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Zebra's sponsored by MacDonalds "i'm lovin' it"..... now.. are you sure you just ordered a cheese burger?&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe sponsored by Abott the milk powder brand? the one that goes Grow Grow Grow! with a giraffe picture? haha! yes, they named the giraffe Growie.&lt;br /&gt;Meekats sponsored by HSBC. &lt;br /&gt;Treetop bull frogs sponsored by that rubbish collecting company.. Semb-something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite animal in the whole zoo? &lt;br /&gt;The White Tiger. &lt;br /&gt;it's just sooooo beautiful. the blue eyes and the pink nose. Ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and i went to the fragile forest part?&lt;br /&gt;and they had this honey thing for the butterflies to feed on. and this really pretty white and black butterfly stopped on it. and this family of china chinese came with this irritating boy. and the boy kept saying 'I want butterfly!' &lt;br /&gt;and the mum said 'you can't catch too many butterflies!'&lt;br /&gt;and i already had this suspicious image of them secretly sneaking butterflies into jars and hiding under the pram.&lt;br /&gt;So the mum placed the boy on the stone where the honey thing is....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and before i know it....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;the boy grabbed the butterfly by its wwings. &lt;br /&gt;you know if you took it properly it's probably fine but he grabbed it in this manner that it's like tearing apart and coming off from the very stressed out butterfly. &lt;br /&gt;and i went like 'AH!'&lt;br /&gt;and the mum got kinda embarrassed so she hurried over and said 'don't grab so hard!' and try to make the boy release by shaking his hand... which made the whole thing worse cos' now the boy's like violently shaking the poor butterfly by its wings.&lt;br /&gt;so i shouted again. 'AAaaaaahhhh!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;and i couldn't hang around to see the butterfly getting tortured so i went "OH MY GOD!" and i hurried off....&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it i should have told them off... if my chinese was better! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have no respect for anything!&lt;br /&gt;not even themselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feel kinda blue now... wonder if it's because i'm tired. &lt;br /&gt;this block is abit funny... like weird funny? &lt;br /&gt;i wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;typo is fine... it can actually get quite interesting. if only the lectures weren't so dry.&lt;br /&gt;marketing puts me to sleep even though it's interesting too. &lt;br /&gt;see? maybe that's why it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in ur horoscope?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115184972695050868?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115184972695050868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115184972695050868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115184972695050868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115184972695050868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-went-zoo-today-its-so-cool-zoo-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115142471217620197</id><published>2006-06-27T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T09:15:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooohhhhhh my ____ (fill in name of whoever u worship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have simply simply NO idea how arduous it is to do typo.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to measure every single space between the letters, within the letter itself, withing the space of the letter, and the tiniest bit of corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end of my 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this freakin' ugly piece of brovine excreta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New block... seems quite dull...&lt;br /&gt;considering that lynne is gone *winkx at lynne*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lunch breaks. T_T!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's like a sign from above for me to go on some diet. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. I was on the bus to school today (strange things seem to happen to me on buses)&lt;br /&gt;and i fell asleep *as usual*&lt;br /&gt;and i started dreaming that i was in a lecture already and this teacher was going on and on abt colour coordination and how in period dramas they dress the heros in Red for whatever reason n blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;so i started nodding to it... like how you nod when listening to someone explain stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up.. and realise i'm nodding to the window. *gosh.&lt;br /&gt;luckily the bus wasn't crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis went HongKong. lucky her!&lt;br /&gt;I miss HongKong Har Mm Char. French toast dripping with honey. Maggie Mee noodle with ham. Egg and ham toast. Steamed milk pudding. Red bean drink.&lt;br /&gt;WOOH! hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! talking abt Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;My sis's boyfriend was laughing at my cantonese... because I told him 'Hay Hey Hey Hay ork kay' [he is in his home] which is really off... ok you have to know cantonese to laugh at this. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Jean cai! you owe me lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N! i realise!&lt;br /&gt;that i'm so easily swayed by other people's perception. isn't that bad? like i have no mind of my own right? It's like i can like this person... and another person come and tell me that he/she doesn't like this person and suddenly I dont like her too! Get the image? that's so unhealthy..... my this month's resolution is to try to change that. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne! You have one month to do your shopping research! next month you have to bring me around! Like i say "I want to buy cheap bag!" and you have to know where to bring me immediately! Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to add. &lt;br /&gt;On my headphones : Stars are Blind by Paris Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice considering the low expectations i had. lol! very mean i know... Paris Hilton is actually not that bad but you can't help thinking abt the bimbo side of her only.&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;my new love of my life! Carls' Junior's Kelle XP! (like Microsoft XP or Mac OS... gettit?)&lt;br /&gt;she started it first... and i didn't want her to suffer from unrequited love! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115142471217620197?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115142471217620197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115142471217620197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115142471217620197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115142471217620197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/06/ooohhhhhh-my-fill-in-name-of-whoever-u.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115125699558235648</id><published>2006-06-25T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:36:35.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new mods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.... that's all i have to say i guess.&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandpap doesn't listen to elvis. *widen eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find my sis's old jumpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to any anime lovers out there! I strongly reccomend Ouran High School Host Club.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise u can't listen to oldies on a laptop. It doesn't doesn't sound as nice...&lt;br /&gt;you need to listen to it on a radio. Preferably an ancient radio that crackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... for the weekends, I went PS Cafe. My sis managed to get reservations. yay! so cool!&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere there was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the food is even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak! oooh! bacon wrapped. medium.&lt;br /&gt;You can tell it's a good steak from the moment u cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Fish cakes. they rock! It's fish cake made of tuna, salmon and some other unknown fish.&lt;br /&gt;sounds weird?&lt;br /&gt;It's exceeeeelllent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Cafe: food 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;             atmosphere 4.5 stars&lt;br /&gt;             service 4.5 stars (cept for that guy who keeps hinting to us that we have to leave by 8:30pm for second seating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! in the morning we woke up... was suppose to go ECP blading but daillied and dillied. watched Discovery... On the Menue. They were counting down the Top 10 weirdest food. Guess wat? Singapore made it on the list twice.&lt;br /&gt;No. 7 Singapore Frog Porridge&lt;br /&gt;No. 3 Singapore Deer Penis Soup (which i have to disagree. it's more like a china food don't u think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this kuku angmoh nutritionist they interviewed said "In the west we do not accept or eat any genitinial parts of animals"&lt;br /&gt;and guess what was on the list for No. 4?&lt;br /&gt;Bull's Testicals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. not genitinial huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact i think that's worse than Deer's Penis. It looks horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and No.1 is Philippines Balut. which i absolutely agree.&lt;br /&gt;In case u don't know. Balut is actually the half formed embroy of a duck. So they crack the shell and suck out the liquid in the egg and then peel off the rest of the shell and chew on this half formed duckling. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;and they said the Chinese introduced it to the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;omg wat did we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abt chinese. There's this massage palour near my hse!&lt;br /&gt;Even nearer to Jean's hse. Bwahhaha! jean! better be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can even see inside... typical red lights and this china chinese in tight mini dress sitting on a sofa. &lt;br /&gt;and further on there's this sign that points upstairs and says "Special Massage for 1 hour $78!"&lt;br /&gt;and my mum had to go and ask me "What Special massage?"&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think my mum is more innocent than me.&lt;br /&gt;O_O! how can that be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.5"&gt;i miss my cedar friends.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115125699558235648?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115125699558235648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115125699558235648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115125699558235648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115125699558235648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-block-new-mods-oh-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-115047638519055623</id><published>2006-06-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T09:46:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha! rubbish... all.... make me forget what i was gonna blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we went to Pasta Mania! Was gonna type the style that angelina said... the one abt "today we went to kfc and i ate chicken and my dear ate chicken..." but i realise i can't spell all the pasta names. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! shoppping with em' was so funny. laugh from Tampines Ave 10 to Tampines to Orchard... and in the end? I don't know what we laughed abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and after that i ate this huge burger at Billy Bombers with my siss. (that's sis with a pural) I realise i'm damn unhealthy. I can don't eat at all for one day and eat alot the next. isn't that bad on my tummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when i'm older i'll get gastrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... nxt week is finals. change class again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! i finally rmb what i wanted to blog abt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. divert awhile. I offically declare myself in the Apple Cult. wait. did i say that before? My PC crashed on me while i was doing my photoshop and playing Elvis (another story: ya i stayed up whole night doing my CreTh abt Elvis so for inspiratin i listened to his CD for the WHOLE freakin' night and now i have Hound Dog replaying in my head. [another story: wow! that was a story within a story so this is a story within a story within a story!...ok])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i hate PC.&lt;br /&gt;and F9 doesn't work on PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. i forgot what i wanted to blog abt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-115047638519055623?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/115047638519055623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=115047638519055623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115047638519055623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/115047638519055623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha-rubbish.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114991013034203986</id><published>2006-06-09T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:28:50.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sadistic maniac psycho gone wrong laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if my week wasn't bad enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here sucking in truck-loads of fumes of cigarette n' paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is stacked full with books so i'm sleeping slanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just quit archery due to time commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a stomache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mountain of homework that doesn't seem to diminish to matter how hard i close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i just found out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Hollliiiidddaaayyyyyy!!! (must imagine this girl in a horror movie getting dragged into the darkness by some creepy octopus monster screaming this in a throaty n shrill voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more psycho laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;In First year, practically all the poly students throughout singapore have about 18weeks of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;All TP students (except for design sch) have 18weeks of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo....... how many weeks of holiday does the design sch students have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*more psycho laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 weeks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 weeks in one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even JC has more hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that 8 weeks include 4 weeks of block with no modules... which some of my friends doesn't have due to some weird arrangement in block teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they pratically have 4 weeks of holiday.&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;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.555556% of holiday short-charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think the feng sui at my house is messed up. that's why i'm having pitfalls after pitfalls.&lt;br /&gt;must counter attack!&lt;br /&gt;someone give me advice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my living room wall is now lime white (yellowish) and sunset gold.&lt;br /&gt;my dinning room also the same.&lt;br /&gt;my kitchen is lime white.&lt;br /&gt;my room hasn't changed... still purple... but i'm now sleeping infront of a full length mirror. slanted to one side because of all the books around me. &lt;br /&gt;the ceiling is white....&lt;br /&gt;I had this mini sugar cane plant on my table but i put it near the window for sunlight and it committed sucide by jumping off my table. (gosh... is that a bad omen? like a sign of how bad the feng sui around that spot is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there any problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh... while we're at it... i read in 8 days all the signs that the end of the world is coming. lol. &lt;br /&gt;how nice. i'm gonna have bad days till the end of the world!&lt;br /&gt;and no holidays before the end of the world? .. . .evvvvvviil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straightened my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cut it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's smthing called natural reborn or smthing... so it looks like you have straight hair naturally. but then *shrugs* if you saw me before of course you can tell it's not natural. &lt;br /&gt;eh.. but i think it kinda works. cos' in sch i tie ponytail. Now too short to tie and some of them just ask "Oh, u cut ur hair ar?" &lt;br /&gt;of course those closer to me can tell at once lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiggh... 8 x 3 = 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have 24 weeks of holiday in my 3 years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time i have abt 14 weeks? 14+weeks? around there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i think that 8 is the mark of the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - 2 = ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;666&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devil's postal code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114991013034203986?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114991013034203986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114991013034203986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114991013034203986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114991013034203986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114949496610956878</id><published>2006-06-05T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:09:26.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a really sian day. &lt;br /&gt;and it's hot. and the air is stiffening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. it wouldn't suck if i hadn't discovered something so devastating last night.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my anti-Newton law isn't working too well...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm confident it'll turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be so devastating if I wasn't so mentally prepared that i'm gonna have same classes as my colour guys for like weeks.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be so devastating if my entire gang of colour guys weren't in the same class next block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still holding on to the hope that they forgot to update my timetable properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make matters worse they're gonna install street lamps along the small road infront of my house. the entire stretch of road.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;hello. we are very very fortunate and grateful to you thoughtful ppl for installing street lamps that happily shines into our bedrooms at night.&lt;br /&gt;so blissful to have free night lights right? &lt;br /&gt;now if they'll just throw in some surround sound system radion that turns on automatically at night too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114949496610956878?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114949496610956878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114949496610956878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114949496610956878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114949496610956878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/06/sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114898448789222976</id><published>2006-05-30T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T03:21:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aw man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C for colour final assignment!&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;and he said my colour scheme is ambigious and my work is uninspiring.&lt;br /&gt;*arrow shoots throw heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. i must do better for this block. must must must!&lt;br /&gt;must be because BaPho took all my attention.&lt;br /&gt;and not like i did well for BaPho.&lt;br /&gt;It's just time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sis just cancelled the pizza outing i'm looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just Newton's Law again right?&lt;br /&gt;what goes up must come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i hate that law.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't he have thrown his stuff so far away that he can't see it coming down and therefore conclude that &lt;br /&gt;What does up continues doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i realise this song can be pretty blue to listen to when u're already blue.&lt;br /&gt;turns you into a blueberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, i saw wanru today!&lt;br /&gt;somehow she looked prettier then i rmb. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114898448789222976?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114898448789222976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114898448789222976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114898448789222976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114898448789222976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/aw-man.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114872546649940190</id><published>2006-05-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T03:25:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GOT MY LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY IS OVER!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY SUN SCREENS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*siiiigghhss deeeply* My day can't be more perfect!&lt;br /&gt;even though my photography final assignment sucks and my lecturer told me so.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend told me i most likely can't fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stares at Photography**dramatic background music winds up*&lt;br /&gt;It's over. It's over between You and ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my lec can get over how bad my prints are. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee! i think i'll miss colour classes. Going for looong lunches and eating ta bao fish n' chips and trying to get the uncle to put black pepper sauce on my fish. Ooh! and the vending machine rocks. Famous Amos and Nachos! woosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my next block will be as fun as colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW~! I reach the CLIMAX! I GOT MY LAPTOP! &lt;br /&gt;and guess what's it's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: My sis says my Powerbook reminds her of X-men. cos' it's metallic silver.&lt;br /&gt;Hint: My 2nd sis's laptop was named Orange by us. As in Orange the Apple. So it's can't be far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;font size="4"&gt;Rogue the Bad Apple!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! nice name right? even jean cai agrees! *beams proudly*&lt;br /&gt;ok jean. i give that to u. this is the first time u actually agree at smthing i thought up. bwahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a moment my lappy was gonna be called Magneto. cos' it's metallic. lol. but i didn't like Magneto the old man. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was gonna be Mysteix (see? i can't even spell her name!) but i decided Rogue is nicer &gt;&lt; ! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mystexic (i'm sure there's a C somewhere) is on Magneto's side mainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue the Bad Apple Powerbook G4 12" with extra 216MB ram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are Family! I got all my sisters with me!"    soory... listening to Class 95's souls only weekends. bwahhaaha! &lt;br /&gt;Apple rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check their new TV ads out. &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/getamac/ads/"&gt;APPLE TV ADS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cute! The PC guy crashing is hilarious. Gotta go check it out. &lt;br /&gt;I saw it's review on 8Days! they gave it a Thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offically annouce that i'm joining the Apple Cult! cos' most people who use Apple produces get so caught up with it it kinda becomes a cult. That's marketing genius for u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need all my programs in Mac compatible formats. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and they have this really nice widgets stuff that you can put on your dashboard. I have a Sodoku one, a flip clock, a hen that lays eggs according to ur batt percentage, a calender, a Daisy Word and Quote of the Day, iTunes lyrics, Calculator, Dictionary and 2 Stickies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep at all on thu night doing my colour final assignment. And on friday i had my final presentation. haha! &lt;br /&gt;after that i was fainting all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;I over slept on the bus,&lt;br /&gt;I slept on the sofa the moment i reached hm. &lt;br /&gt;My mum waked me up for lunch and i was so tired i could only eat 2 scoops of white rice, &lt;br /&gt;slept on floor, &lt;br /&gt;Mum woke me up to go collect laptop,&lt;br /&gt;changed clothes,&lt;br /&gt;slept on sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Mum woke me up again.&lt;br /&gt;My sis is still using her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Slept on sofa again.&lt;br /&gt;My sis closed her laptop and woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to NUS.&lt;br /&gt;Slept throughout the 1hr ride and digged an ucler in my mouth in the process cos' i rested my chin on my hand against the window and everytime the bus bumped I pushed my lower gum against my upper teeth. Get e idea?&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and collected my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lor mei gai at the canteen. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;Slept on bus ride home. This time i lend over on my HUGE box beside me on the seat. So i'm like in a awkward sideways position.. er... get e idea? anyways this time i ended up with a cramp on my over stretched right side of my body. haha&lt;br /&gt;Reached home. Put down my laptop and slept on the sofa until this morning. hahahhaha! oops! just revealed that i didn't bath for one day. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue the Bad Apple ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends that I have &lt;br /&gt;ToTo the Moto (my motorola phone)&lt;br /&gt;NeNarr the Nano (iPod Nano)&lt;br /&gt;My sis's Orange the Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friend told me that at home, they just call their computer, computer and the phone, phone. &lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCN day was yesterday but i didn't do anything cos' i went to get my laptop. lolx. well.. i did support my friend and try to eat chocolates and gummies from a test tube... O___O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rogue the Bad Apple ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114872546649940190?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114872546649940190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114872546649940190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114872546649940190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114872546649940190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-got-my-laptop-photography-is-over-i.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114771089158749918</id><published>2006-05-15T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:34:51.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! i'm so damn damn busy noW!! Don't even have time to go out for dinner with you all on fri. =(( sorries.&lt;br /&gt;argh i can't wait for this month to be over. no more freakin' photography! it's so stressing me out. lol.&lt;br /&gt;yar, my colours got new story again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' duplication of Claude Moret's The Red Cape (Camille in the Snow). lol. go look it up in google to see how it looks like. no time to do linkin' for u all ;P. it's 12 plus lah. i need to sleep right?! still need to drink milo to destress later.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, so i did it. the part II is duplicating the painting using complementary colour scheme. Means instead of blue u use orange, red becomes green blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what? the girl in the pic was wearing red cape and blue dress. so it became green cape and orange dress. and now she looks damn ridiculous. plus my proportions are BAD... so now, she's a big fat carrot. &lt;br /&gt;For every work we do we need to write learning experience. so for this one i wrote "Never wear a green top with a orange bottom unless objective is to look like carrots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. like i said before, colour is damn siok but photo- spoils it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... no time to blog already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val! thanks thanks! haha! I started listenin' to the song like last year end then i keep letting my sis they all hear and i'll say "Nice right?!" and they just... ehh... no comments, dunnoe why also. i think it's damn nice! hahah! it's from Bridget Jone's Diaries 2! but i didn't watch lah. eh! why read my quote soothing? it's abt me putting my head in oven leh! eeeeh! you sadist lah u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean!~ hahha! wah lao. laugh at me... later i go over to ur hse now and throw my paint brush at u! hahahaha! eh! i most likely going ur concert! cos' just nice the last day of my assignments. hmm. I write impossible stuffs so i can't die right? cos' impossible to do so i can't die cos' i haven't do. \bwahahaha. i'm a genius me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwee gwee! see?!! i knew u wouldn't rmb. never mind! just treat it that i didn't borrow any! then i just keep ok? hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiHui~ can't do your changes right now leh... busy with assignments. don't even have time for my World of Warcraft! *tears streaming down* don't stress abt ur spa lah. just tell the person dont' massage too hard then more comfortable can already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! people! you all take o'lvl cert already? i haven't leh! i didn't even hear abt it lah! heard it frm my friend who is not same sch one! why our sch never inform us! then they told me got dateline if not they throw the cert away! AHHHHH!!! when when when? we all go back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114771089158749918?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114771089158749918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114771089158749918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114771089158749918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114771089158749918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-people-im-so-damn-damn-busy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114734062598382922</id><published>2006-05-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:43:46.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! Long time no see mann... let's meet up. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lucky sis gets to go Hong Kong for one whole week for David's sis's wedding. so cool lah. and sit SQ. ARGH! i want too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mum are back frm china!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my Apple Powerbook G4 to come. wahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... i've been so busy recently i can't even find time to sleep properly or play Warcraft. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro started playin' DoTa again! so i'm playing with him. now every fri he like stay out with his friends till 2am playing. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like him man. Either he rots home all day until we worry or he doesn't come home and my mum worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to tell u guys abt my Darkroom miracles ( i only know how to spell cos' my friend corrected me) but i've repeated it so many times i kinda got bored of it. Anyway if i see you guys on fri night i can tell u all then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Photography is really getting on my nerves. U could never tell or guess that Darkroom can be so stressful. And the darkness just makes it worse... and make me more sleepy. As usual, i'm still damn sleepy everyday... not much change frm last time as Sandra and Jean can testify. bwahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;But no lunch breaks. so sad. my lessons are 9 - 3 continuous. woah! &lt;br /&gt;so now i practically don't eat lunch. tryin' to wake up earlier just so that i have time to eat a heavier breakfast... but.... oh wells. you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour is really cool. But the workload is like sh*t. Do until 5am all the time. and it's just my luck to have it paired with Basic Photo. woah. woah. you should just see the work pile on us. can really really die. and it doens't help that both of them can't be rushed. Both are the kind of intensive work that requires details and lots and lots of re-dos.&lt;br /&gt;And Basic Photo is - EXPENSIVE. no like really expensive. I mean everyone knows that it's expensive. I heard that many times before. but you'll never really know how expensive it is till you really dig out ur wallet for it. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? this month i'm surviving on 20 bucks. my phone bill is 30 bucks. that leaves me with -10bucks. Now you know why i'm skipping lunch and eating museli bars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight... i'm gonna have to do homework till 5am again. I seriously doubt my ability to stay on in archery for long. even though i haven't even had my first training session. wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this month to be over. When it's over... Photography shall never ever see my face again. I cross my heart and swear. Unless it doesn't require darkroom process. I still can't believe my lecturer told me it's therapuetic. I think it's more like i need therapy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... tell you what happened in colour. Our lec told us to bring a pic of an oil paintin but he didn't elaborate. So i kinda guessed that we must be doing colour analysis. So i brought Vincent Van Gorghs' painting. And during the briefing, my lec went "I want you to reproduce an exact copy of the oil paintin......." I am very sure my heart stopped for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i found another pic with my friends. *another story to tell* and it's really fun but tiring to produce an exact replica. (even though it's damn lousy. bwahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm falling asleep on the com. i really really need more sleep. it gets to the brain and makes u depressed for not much reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114734062598382922?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114734062598382922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114734062598382922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114734062598382922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114734062598382922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-people-long-time-no-see-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114698011600841311</id><published>2006-05-06T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:35:16.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up and away!</title><content type='html'>Yes! my blog is FINALLY up... and so is huihui's when she finishes. &lt;br /&gt;Have plenty of stuffs to tell you guys but no time to blog abt those right now!&lt;br /&gt;Next time then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming up...&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Miracles with the Darkroom&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa Center&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114698011600841311?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114698011600841311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114698011600841311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114698011600841311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114698011600841311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up up and away!'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114102594700120120</id><published>2006-02-26T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:39:07.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siiiiigghh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i expected to draw something of the correct style when the only keywords i get is 'kiddish, sophisticated' and after that 'more kiddish'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to clench this deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can just hit the correct style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frumbles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114102594700120120?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114102594700120120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114102594700120120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114102594700120120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114102594700120120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/siiiiigghh.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114096789088061126</id><published>2006-02-26T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T07:31:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Huihui is sick. with Fever! i'm going to say take care... but i shain't since you're the source of the EVIL HSF virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSF is a new mutated strain of virus yet unknown to mankind. there is no reported forms of cure or immunity. The source of HSF virus is believed to originate from Yeo Huihui after a mutated fever virus left her and starting spreading through handphone radiations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm her FIRST victim!!!!! ahhh!!! *gasp for air**shutters**chokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah... actually it's abit of fever combined with diarrhoea. From pineapple rice at the Basement foodcourt at Tpy. bwahahhaha. it was disgusting pineapple rice lah. cold and uncooked. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now every single thing i eat must immediately be ejected from my body system. lol. does that sound disgusting? so i have resorted to NOT EATING! waahh.! this is called 'One Raise Two Gain'. or rather, killing two birds with one stone. I can stop diarrhoeaing and slim down! hahahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114096789088061126?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114096789088061126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114096789088061126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114096789088061126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114096789088061126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-114044923863968169</id><published>2006-02-20T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:29:31.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! i went to watch Casanova with sandra last friday. it was our belated v-day date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show was really nice. *swoon* quite funny... ok very funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Heath Ledger *don't know how to spell his name* did a great job acting as casanova. =)&lt;br /&gt;oh! and it was set in Venice and being the typical over-studied students we are, the moment sand and i saw 'Venice 1731' across the screen we went like "Venice!!!!" lol. and we immediately went... oh it's the ending of the golden period and starting of the decline. lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. sand! don't be alarmed but .... this is how the real casanova looks like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toutunfromage.canalblog.com/images/Casanova.jpg"&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall! Who's the fairest of them all? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-114044923863968169?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/114044923863968169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=114044923863968169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114044923863968169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/114044923863968169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-i-went-to-watch-casanova-with.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113984733669550225</id><published>2006-02-13T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T08:15:36.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to complain on my previous post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newspaper labelled us as a neighbourhood school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEIGHBOURHOOD SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... ok. warning: i'm going to be extremely arrogant and schoolist and classist and watever-ist here so if you can't take it pls don't read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got me so fuming mad when i read it. Saturday i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they reported about the results and everything and i was reading along fine when i suddenly saw it. Neighbourhood schools like Cedar Girls' Secondary. it's not a direct quote by the way. i'm just lazy to get the papers and copy it. it's something like that. or it implied that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so mad i nearly tore the papers. and my sis was saying. i knew u would react like that. and my mum was tryin to calm me down and say 'yar the reporter is very lousy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our reputation!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off screaming very censored stuffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's not all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just can't be happy can they? that reported still had to go on rubbing salt HARD into the wound by saying something like... oh, the number of 10 A1s dropped ALOT from last year because all the schools like Nanyang and Raffles have gone IP. which amounts to the lousier results this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN THEY PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. i'm ok with them being smarter and everything. I mean. They ARE smarter. i'm fine with that. god made some with more brains than others. or more hardworking. but does that reporter have to go all the way like that? she's almost like wiping the ass of the SAP schools if u get what i mean. it's figurative. not literally. And to think i was still so happy. she completely bursted my bubble. We get great results and they have to come tell us 'oh. that's because you're left with the stupid ppl. the smart ppl went off to somewhere greater.' &lt;br /&gt;you feel that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just being oversensertive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey. it's my school you're talking abt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of a Girls' neighbourhood school?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more ppl should complain abt this! go read the papers!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they think we're T.W.?&lt;br /&gt;so they kinda confused us and say we're a neighbourhood sch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosssshh.... calm down.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling Zen-like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm calm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a label...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very meaningless to schools like us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we ARE good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so such labels are not important....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some aunties reading the newspaper might have just changed their opinion of us...&lt;br /&gt;i can hear them in the market or hair salon now. dying their hair blond with extra perm. &lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1: "Wah! Ah Sum ar! You got hear? Cedar Girls' actually is a neighbourhood school leh! Means they going down! Better not send your girl-girl there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Sum: "seeed! Really ar?? i just enrolled my ah-girl to study there! I thought they not neighbourhood school? You sure a not? don't anyhow say say. My ah-girl want to be lawyer one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie 1: "Confirm lah! i read in newspaper! Newspaper leh! How can be wrong? Better send my girl-girl to XXX Secondary School. Cheaper some more! Same uniform anyway!"&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;i am calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113984733669550225?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113984733669550225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113984733669550225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113984733669550225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113984733669550225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-yar-i-forgot-to-complain-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113974773202441632</id><published>2006-02-12T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T04:35:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bon Voyage Shuyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fainted again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 3rd time in this life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fainted at the hospital.    &lt;br /&gt;or maybe it should be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was visiting my grandma with my whole family. we stood there really long... talking to her and massaging her arms. she looked worse than the last time i saw her. she even had difficulty breathing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. after like hours i was standing beside my grandma when i felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;like going to faint bad. and a bit of stomache. it came all of a sudden!&lt;br /&gt;so i told me sis. "jie jie i think i'm hungry. i feel faint." and she didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;by then i already confirmed that i was going to faint.&lt;br /&gt;so i put my head on my grandma's bedside bar.&lt;br /&gt;and just nice they decided to go off already and my sis started walking away.&lt;br /&gt;that's when i kinda started blacking out although i had this impression that i grabbed my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't completely ponk out! i just sat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;and my whole family kinda freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;and i freaked out the old lady on the neighbouring bed and i freaked out the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;they made me sit on the chair and the nurse gave me this cup of milo wif extra sugar! it tasted so good! haha! milo saved my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that my sis bought me oreo cookies. after eating the oreo cookies i went back completely to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my sis told me when i grabbed her i actually said "Jie, i'm going to faint."&lt;br /&gt;and she thought i was joking so she just shrug off my hand and said [in cantonese] "what you doing?" and walked off. that's how i fainted. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the nurse asked "What happened? why did she faint?"&lt;br /&gt;and my sis said "She said she was hungry"&lt;br /&gt;and the nurse kinda looked like she's ready to report any forms of child abuse and demanded "how long has she not eaten?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my brother and 2nd sis were sent to buy food for me.&lt;br /&gt;but they went all the way down to the caff and the lift stopped at every floor. and it was like 20 min plus after my sis went to the vending machine and got me my oreo cookie then did they return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a cup of soya bean milk so hot it scorched my tongue. hahax! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALU.&lt;br /&gt;but very funny.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. my grandma was very calm. never freak out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113974773202441632?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113974773202441632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113974773202441632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113974773202441632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113974773202441632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/bon-voyage-shuyan-i-fainted-again-my.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113923327072233289</id><published>2006-02-06T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:41:10.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well... so all the cNy celebrations are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house's really quiet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crickets siezing the opp to demonstrate their loudest tune*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i must blog about this. Jean Cai is apparently so blur...&lt;br /&gt;she can wear 2 contact lens in one eyeball! hahahha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told me that while we were walking to her house. &lt;br /&gt;and made me nearly puke my meiji chcoclate milk out.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy drinking and she went like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was wearing her contacts lens when she realise she dropped them&lt;br /&gt;and they're nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;[ah... everyone who wears contact lens experiences this! i understand!]&lt;br /&gt;so she opened a fresh pair...&lt;br /&gt;and wore it on her eyes&lt;br /&gt;[still happily downing my chocolate milk]&lt;br /&gt;and realise that Hey! She actually already have a pair in her eyes! so now she has 2 contacts in one eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised her i'll blog down her disgraced situation here! bWahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother installed World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i got a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a crap temp job that pays me to slack after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually workin as telemarketer for like 2 or 3 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;twice a week at HDB Hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and becos' it's a crap temp job, the pay is really crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i want now is for sand to FINALLY finish her river job and come with me to find any position at Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and the guy incharged of me is blur. he told me lvl92. i couldn't find anything above lvl28 so i asked the receptionist and she gave me the strangest stare she could manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my last CNY dinner last night. i believe we have all reached the dreaded time...&lt;br /&gt;the time when relatives start enquiring abt marital status!!&lt;br /&gt;cos' they started askin me if i have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;i told them i'm Single and Unavailable and Not Looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113923327072233289?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113923327072233289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113923327072233289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113923327072233289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113923327072233289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/well.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113888691882897871</id><published>2006-02-02T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:28:38.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arlow arlow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from KL!!! lalallallala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather there was really really hot. like 5 times hotter den sg. When we walked out I actually felt my facial skin melting and kinda slid down to my neck. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat Nice++ there! it's really nice++. lol. no matter how corny that sounds. &lt;br /&gt;We had ample leg room, a foldable table, a personal tv and lunch of cold hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;ACtually it's cold bread with this round chicken susage thingy with bits of &lt;br /&gt;carrot and veg in the susage. It very distinctly reminded me of frozen circular puke because of the carrot bits. but i didn't dare tell anyone... even though i was on the verge of telling my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm... my relatives are all good. i spent one whole day getting hit in the face by &lt;br /&gt;my baby cousin. my uncle invited lion dance to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had this huge like CNY party thing. All their neighbours came and stood around every corner of the house eating goodies and talking to my aunt and uncle. my baby cousins even had their own social circle. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something quite rare in Sg i guess... the Kampong Spirit! haha! all the neighbours actually know each other very well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the lion dance... quite cute. they pretended to drink from the fountain. then they kinda stared at the fish tank... err.. if u can imagine. But i heard the stunts part wasn't well done. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sick on that day. Down with flu and sore throat. so i woke up really late... like quite long after the lion dance started. Then i started walking down the stairs with my tissue box firmly tucked under my arm. and before i know it i saw the dummy guy with the huge head and straw fan walked up the stairs. and following him was the huge lion which blocked the entire stairs. so i made myself as flat as possible against the corner wall of the stairs and prayed that the lion wouldn't kachao me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily! it didn't.. and continued walking upstairs. but not before my sis gleefully took pictures of a very horrified me. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent 2 days shopping.&lt;br /&gt;when i say shopping.. i actually mean...&lt;br /&gt;Enter shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;Walk around very quickly for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;Go to coffebeans or starbucks and have coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Laze on sofa for 1 hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;Walk to nearest hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Sit at lobby until time to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Go home.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the only things we bought were coffee, more coffee and magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! one nice thing! we went to this hotel roof top pool side bar.&lt;br /&gt;At Hotel pacific smthing smthing.&lt;br /&gt;my sis saw the pic of the bar in a guide book at borders. &lt;br /&gt;we took down the add and took a cab there.&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice...&lt;br /&gt;if u played the Sims before you'll probably know how it kinda felt like.&lt;br /&gt;it's called Lunar. and it's at the roof top.&lt;br /&gt;there were some ang mohs swimming and tanning at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;u can see the sky and the skyscrappers.&lt;br /&gt;there's a not so cool DJ playing jazz and nu-jazz.&lt;br /&gt;we lounged on huge cosy sofas with squashy cushions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wwwoooooaaaaahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we drank cocktail! even though i was underage. i think they couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;they always say i look older than i really am. =((&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Lynchburg Lemonarde. it was okkkk...&lt;br /&gt;my brother got Bloody Mary. now that was NICE!&lt;br /&gt;it's like tomato juice actually&lt;br /&gt;and they have salt around the rim.&lt;br /&gt;so i ended up helpin my brother finish half of his cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk! that's abt all! maybe i can show u guys the photos nxt time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113888691882897871?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113888691882897871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113888691882897871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113888691882897871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113888691882897871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/02/arlow-arlow-im-back-from-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113828111846488051</id><published>2006-01-26T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T05:11:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dddeeepppprrrresssed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they know how to draw so damn well...?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pale so much in comparision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they have classes of very pro Great Grand Masters to teach them or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113828111846488051?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113828111846488051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113828111846488051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113828111846488051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113828111846488051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-dddeeepppprrrresssed.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113824373197483916</id><published>2006-01-25T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:48:51.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's official...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i BURSTED my phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupx. it's a whooping 60 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mum's so gonna kiiiiilllll me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i feel better knowing it's deducted frm my own pocketmoney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! so my mum shouldn't kill me right? i pay for my own bills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. should tell my mum that when i hand her the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have free incoming calls but i call others more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my 200 extra sms stopped last month. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so kukufied! i actually called M1 to complain and the lady told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. the extra sms stopped last month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells. they still suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss singtel.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus. M1's pay as u roam is so complicated. u must be 21 and above or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113824373197483916?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113824373197483916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113824373197483916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113824373197483916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113824373197483916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113800207751321729</id><published>2006-01-22T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:41:17.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol! huihui! don't kill yourself in the process ok? wish u god-speed in falling sick. and heal before CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whhhheeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*throws conffittee, blows those roll out roll in thingys and jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentleman, beans and sprouts, cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I am hereby please to annouce.... that i have officially withdrawed from school as of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol! bio partner! looks like i couldn't hang in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so stressful when i asked my mum. I could feel like face burning. like someone slapped those really hot granite rocks from the suana on my face. den i think i kinda stressed my mum out too cos' she went to the sofa and sit down. and she told my 2 sis and my bro "Your mui [younger sis] don't want to go school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can imagine la! i was super super super stressed! my legs were going jelly! den it felt like it was my death sentence and my mum is like empress dowager and i was crowing before her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my siblings were the imperial officers. my siss were defending me and my bro against me. whoop! and the defence won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. the ku ku thing is.... this morning i woke up. and i had flu!!! those really bad kinds. i think the cold showers worked... after 3 days. lol. i sneezed until i started having stomachache. and all these AFTER i got permission to withdraw from sch. -___________-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waste my MC also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher asked me why i wanted to quit sch. i told him 'let's just say i don't belong here.' den he asked me to get this clearance form... and den...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:20 - i go into general office and remembered to say Gd Morning! very loudly cos'&lt;br /&gt;       that time they were lecturing the whole sch abt rude ppl. I asked them for the&lt;br /&gt;       drop out form. [isn't that what it's called?] the lady told me it's by a blue&lt;br /&gt;       door behind the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - i've been to the blue door. checked thrice. and back. No more form! could i be&lt;br /&gt;       that unlucky? i inform the lady and she asks me to come back at 8:45 while she&lt;br /&gt;       goes and print more copies of the form. I go to the canteen and sit with my CG&lt;br /&gt;       My fren tries to convince me that i'm not fated to quit. But I am a determined&lt;br /&gt;       person! unwavered by such temptations! [at least for this kind of things]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:55 - Well after 8.45. They should have enough time to zap those forms. I go to the &lt;br /&gt;       mysterious blue door. Nope. still no forms. I head back to office and asked&lt;br /&gt;       again. LUCKILY... it's a diff person. She points to a bow on the counter. I&lt;br /&gt;       look in... no form. She points to a rack on the counter and then said, "OH!&lt;br /&gt;       Drop out form ar? At the back!" so i explain to her there's no more form and&lt;br /&gt;       the other lady said she would print some. This lady says, "ok ok i remind them&lt;br /&gt;       "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:?? - I look at the forms on the rack. one of them says Clearance form for leaving &lt;br /&gt;       St Andrew Junior College. Isn't that for me?! hey! all those kukus were &lt;br /&gt;       tryin to mislead me so that i don't leave sch huh! I meekly took one and &lt;br /&gt;       started filling it up. The lady returns and stares in shock. "Nooooo!! Not    &lt;br /&gt;       this one la girl! The other one!" Die. I go into defence-mood:Blur. Using&lt;br /&gt;       my blurest face i said 'Huh... oh no... not this one meh?" "You want drop&lt;br /&gt;       subject right girl?" "no... i want to drop school." "orh... say mah. i &lt;br /&gt;       thought u want to drop subject! ya! this form!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       *phew!* The form apparently has soooo many componenets. i have to find the&lt;br /&gt;       librarian, get her signature and HOD of Science, my CT, the Operations  &lt;br /&gt;       Manager who is a fierce old man and HOD of CCA. I decided to start with&lt;br /&gt;       library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35 - i got the librarian's signature. Now it's HOD of Science. I call the teacher&lt;br /&gt;       from the staff room phone thingy. The list says 'HOD of Science - Mr Adbul &lt;br /&gt;       Mannan B Smthing Ibrahim' I'm confused for a moment. Should i say 'Gd Morning&lt;br /&gt;       Mr Adbul? or Mr Ibrahim?' They both sound equally weird. But Ibrahim sounds&lt;br /&gt;       weirder. He might think i'm calling his dad. I settled for Mr Adbul. &lt;br /&gt;       the phone continues to ring...&lt;br /&gt;       Mr Adbul sounds like his first name though... I can imagine him in the staff &lt;br /&gt;       room a few hours later telling the other teachers 'this blur J1 called me&lt;br /&gt;       Mr Adbul!' &lt;br /&gt;       I look at the list again. Mr Mannan sounds very correct! hm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:45 - phone cont' to ring. &lt;br /&gt;       Just nice I see a PE teacher heading this way. it's the HOD of CCA! whoop!&lt;br /&gt;       Before i can say anything, he stretches out his hand for my form and started&lt;br /&gt;       signing. Then i asked him if he could call Mr Mannan out for me and he looked&lt;br /&gt;       at me and said 'You're an arts student right? don't need to find him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 - I feel so kukufied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55 - I need to find the scariest person on my list. and the last. the OM. omg.&lt;br /&gt;       After a bit of waiting, i go into the office again. I see him! I say Gd Mornin&lt;br /&gt;       he frowns at me deeply. like i'm here because i broke some HUGE sch rule or&lt;br /&gt;       i'm so late that i only just arrived in sch. Luckily, the lady at the counter&lt;br /&gt;       has changed again and she knows wat to do with me. She hurriedly fill in my&lt;br /&gt;       form, sign here and there, ask me to sign. and Viola! i'm FrEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 - Goes home and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113800207751321729?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113800207751321729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113800207751321729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113800207751321729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113800207751321729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol-huihui-dont-kill-yourself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113777807671355815</id><published>2006-01-20T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:27:56.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like withdrawing from school!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. i'm bored and sick and sian of school. and the worse thing is,&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a single motivation to stick in school until 2nd intake. not even&lt;br /&gt;new friends there. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. now i can say this for the record. Tissue paper DOES NOT taste nice.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;And it smells like toilet bowl water. &lt;br /&gt;Ya. I was crazy enough to eat some in this disgusting and sick and desperate &lt;br /&gt;attempt to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. why am i admitting this to everyone? Now i feel like i'm a freak myself.&lt;br /&gt;[disclaimer: i'm still a perfectly sane person! don't abandon me! i'm just a little mental when i get down!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. yupx. i got a stomachache. But thanks to my days and days of whinning to my friends that i want to pon sch and fake stomachache, no one actually believed me.&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest thing was, when i saw my CT to request for early leave from sch, i actually blurtted out 'I feel like shitting'. my god. i wonder what he thinks of me now. But it was so funny i couldn't stop laughing. Now i think he thinks i'm faking it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i got my early leave. and i got my MC for today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiiiggghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only my mum will just write that one damned letter to relieve me from all this torturing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the whole bullshit abt how i might as well make the best of the situation now that i'm in a JC. but it's easier said than done ok? especially when the best is .... wait. what is it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gaining much knowledge either... which is my sis's idea of why i should go for 1st 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;there's Econs which is really hard to tell whether i like it or not when the lecturer comes from Planet Z308XXA and speaks Zbish.&lt;br /&gt;there's Lit. well.. i learnt a more chiiim way of saying 'i wanna kiss you'. from romeo and juliet no less.&lt;br /&gt;there's Art. ok. by far the nicest subject ever. but a bit depressing to see how everyone draws nicer than u. &lt;br /&gt;there's Maths. I learnt that it's rude to clap when your teacher manages to demonstrate how a graphing calculator works.&lt;br /&gt;there's GP. Argh. &lt;br /&gt;there's Chinese. æˆ‘åŽŸä¸æƒ³??????&lt;br /&gt;What else? oh. right. PE. I learnt that i gained weight everytime i have a major exam. PSLE, sec2, sec4. siiigh. My sis says if i keep it up, i'm gonna be a fat ass when i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my mum's version of why i should go 1st 3 months. In her fantasy, i'll fall so deeply in love with JC life that i'll completely give up hopes of going to poly.&lt;br /&gt;harhar.&lt;br /&gt;in fact. there's serious counter-effect now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. and like all these counter-effects are not bad enough, my tutors actually quarrel with each other infront of us and the principal was scolding this teacher right infront of the whole sch for messing up the standing arrangements. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP's open house was fun. They have this cool torch that u can do the ET calls home thingy with. Memoirs of a Geisha was good but not up to expectations. Book is still alot better. hm. my sis actually spent half the show thinking gong li is zhang ziyi. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Oh. after that we were saying we should practise our new found skills of how to stop a man in his tracks. We decided that the best way is to look at a guy who's cycling and then secretly throw rocks at his wheel to make him fall. Then my sis was saying we need to twirl the fan like the geishas and i told her we would probably just hit alot alot of heads around us and they would get damn irritated and shout vulgarities at us. lol. oh. worse still. we could hit our own heads silly. so much for being a geisha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113777807671355815?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113777807671355815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113777807671355815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113777807671355815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113777807671355815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-withdrawing-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113729510548533714</id><published>2006-01-14T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:18:25.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ar... just woke up. Been having my first art assignment on my mind for quite a long time already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite sick of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only my mum will allow me not to go sch like sand's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for CNY! Long holiday... reunion dinner... which reminds me. i think i gained weight again. Lol. Hmm.. somehow coffin popped up in my mind. Which reminds me. i just saw my perfect coffin ytd. when i was out with wr hy val emm huii xb and sand at suntec. It's actually this ice cream box thingy. You know the type you slid open the door and reach in to get your paddlepop. i was dead tired and everything so it looked very very appealing to me then. Can imagine the cool air brushing against your cheek. *shiver* but i don't think anyone will want to buy ice cream there again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Virtual Cop 3 again! Oh yeah.. and this time i improved. I particularly remembered to PRESS the 'START' button. and i killed 33 gangsters! i beat xb leeeeeeehhhhh!!! woooWoooh! lol. and i killed a doctor again. But he was so stupid. which idiot will stand up and run around like he's having fits when the ppl around him are shooting each other? obviously you go and hide under a table or smthing. kuku. he deserved to die. but i lost 1 life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. ppl. i'll be startin another blog soon. for most parts of the sec4'05 guides. Cos' i got tired of mass sms. and it's eating my phone bill! So i decided this is a FOC and relatively easy way to communicate~! so details of the CNY reunion dinner in disguise as a lunch will be there. you don't read. you don't go. lol. ooh... i just thought of smthing evil. Maybe i'll scan the photo that shaomin just gave us and put it up there as the background. you know which photo i mean. Bwahahahhahahaha *lightning and thunder in the background as i turn around in my super big Big Boss chair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113729510548533714?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113729510548533714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113729510548533714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113729510548533714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113729510548533714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/ar.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-113664486078405879</id><published>2006-01-07T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T06:41:00.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HoHo! Back to posting to stop the complainings. I didn't really miss my blog actually. O_O!! &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... really don't know what to blog about. Let's see. I'm in SAJC now! Can see under my Me profile. Sequila rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Arts fac rocks. OG05 rocks. And our OGLs rocks. Especially Sam and Siva! ooh. But Cedar still rocks the most maaannnnn....&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's quite difficult for anything to replace Cedar in my heart! Orientation was really fun. The games and all. We won Best Cheer! WooP! Eehh... been really tired these days. Last last night i suddenly woke up at 1am and wanted to go school already and my sis was like 'Go back to sleep! Go back!' So i slept. Then later my sis was playing this music that woke me up again. Then at 5am I suddenly woke up and I kept thinkin that school has started and i'm late so i sat up very suddenly and shouted 'OH MY GOD!!!!' but i was really really tired so i kinda just fainted back onto my bed and continued sleeping. The next day my sis told me she got this huge fright and jerked in her bed. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went out with HuiHui and Jean. Lol. Lots of catching up to do! Their OGLs sound really funny. Uncle Mayo huh. Disgusting. And they insisted on telling me the sick story of Uncle Mayo when i was having my Subway sandwich. Luckily i have a strong stomach for this kind of stuffs. Didn't spoil my lunch. Haha! Then i was telling them about our Arts Fac cheer which is super nice! Hmm... hopefully we will continue to have lots to talk about and remain as best friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.... nothing to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-113664486078405879?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/113664486078405879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=113664486078405879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113664486078405879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/113664486078405879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hoho-back-to-posting-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-112263783989619094</id><published>2005-07-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T04:50:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh..</title><content type='html'>i'm sick! arrrrrrgh..... couldn't celebrate racial harmony day properly because i spent half the time having a headache. let's see... flu, sore throat [it sucks sucks sucks] n fever [38.0]&lt;br /&gt;i would really really much rather have cough than sore throat... or sore eye... or watever watever. i can't stand sore throat. why? cos' u can't eat, u can't drink, u can't talk and u can't fall asleep cos' it's bothering u. Now i feel like getting those water-dropping tube thing inserted into my arm cos' i'm thristy but i can't drink. and i can only sms ppl or nod my head. y u c k s.&lt;br /&gt;Y u C k S&lt;br /&gt;and i can't decide whether i'm cold or hot. i'm sweating now but if i switch on the fan i feel really cold. lolx. and i'm walking around dragging my boster everywhere. sssiiigh&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of school and literially sick.&lt;br /&gt;it allllll started with my sister. who got slight fever and den my mum and then me and then my second sister. so pathetic rite? plus my second sister got performance tml!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-112263783989619094?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/112263783989619094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=112263783989619094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112263783989619094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112263783989619094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/07/argh.html' title='argh..'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-112097652029965900</id><published>2005-07-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T23:22:00.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badmniton!</title><content type='html'>hmm... went sand's house to play badminton on friday... actually we were suppose to go straight after sch... but we dragged and dragged and soon it was near evening. So all of us went and takeaway food to her hse and eat. Her mum made us some nice fruit platter. Honeydew, pear [green apple], cherry tomatoes [grapes] and er. i forgot wat's the last one. pineapple? anyway dat's the one i didn't eat. cos' i eat fruits after meal and by that time it was all gone. lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. den we went to look at her mum's hUgE collection of hand-made earrings. wow. lolx&lt;br /&gt;still very impressed even thought i've seen it before. Make me think abt my dolphin earrings and how i can't wear em' or any other earrings infact, cos' i let my ear hole close. all 3 of them. cos' there was this really bad infection. I'm going to pierce agian this year end. but i'm not sure if there will be some bad bad side effects cos' i already pierce at the same spot for abt 3 times already. But they keep getting infections. lolx. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So abt 5? abt there i think, we went to play badminton!!! at first the wind was kinda strong. we played doubles, singles, triples, plastic bags, scooping up school [i graduated with a 'stand up' degree. good ok?!] and unfaithful partners who end up playing with 'the guy' and 'the lover'. lolx. by the time we went back, our right arms were paralysed and it was abt 8 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way hm saw this really bad bike accident. this car ran over a bike. the victims were all taken away so luckily i didn't see any gruesome stuffs. Spagitti and i were freaking out when we saw the front wheel of the car on top of the whole bike. disgusting. i shudder to think of wat happened to the biker. yucks. bought frozen pizza for dinner and went hm. yupx. cutting really really short cos' it's lunch time now and my mum keeps asking me to eat first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-112097652029965900?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/112097652029965900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=112097652029965900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112097652029965900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112097652029965900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/07/badmniton.html' title='badmniton!'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-112074375670935042</id><published>2005-07-07T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:42:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these days...</title><content type='html'>these days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem so l - o - n - g. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have lost my motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issit bad? it's after all... only the start of the month and the term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly started studyin and already i'm unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT must be weird. I'm suppose to feel energised over the holiday and come back ready to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm not motivated, i have no will to study, i live life only for the weekends. you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the meaning in that? there're some days when i wake up and feel that i'm doing all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaningless things that doesn't matter at all and why am i wasting a whole year of my life doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that? sounds stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even the weekends have no meaning. i can't go out or i'll feel guilty. i can't bear to touch my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;textbooks. My sis just suggested that we go east coast park this weekend. I didn't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz went back wiping the table. ahhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-112074375670935042?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/112074375670935042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=112074375670935042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112074375670935042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/112074375670935042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/07/these-days.html' title='these days...'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111994844438677727</id><published>2005-06-28T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:52:20.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D A M N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to zay. Don't know how to feel. should i be angry? sad? frustrated? depressed? i really don't know!!!!?! truely understand the meanin of dat chinese proverd abt stopping short of winnin now. guess there's still some good out of it after all. I'm sorry. sorry that as an a.m. i hadn't been able to do anything. But i'm sure we'll be able to tide over it. See it in this light. If we never had a good teacher but always had an average one, we wouldn't be thinkin that our subject will get an F9 no? infact. i'm sure many of us are still capable of getting an A1 for o lvl's in our class. me aside though. oh ya. and i still must say thanks to ms ng. for helping us. or trying to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've finally decided. Jia You 4P. We ain't gonna die yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to feel ... i don't know feelings.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Give Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s: dun worry! i motivate u all but not myself cos' i know i no hope leh! serious! must know my own limits! i shall concentrate on others! jiayou jiayou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111994844438677727?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111994844438677727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111994844438677727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111994844438677727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111994844438677727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111950723954564249</id><published>2005-06-22T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:13:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eye Peas!</title><content type='html'>Yupx! Everybody clap your hands and wave it in the air! Leefftt..... riiigghhtt.... lefft.. riiiight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought BEP's &lt;strong&gt;Monkey Business&lt;/strong&gt;! Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and? it rocks! let's see... out of the 15 songs it has, those on my fav. list includes all 15 of them.&lt;br /&gt;yupx!&lt;br /&gt;okok...&lt;br /&gt;the top top favs are:&lt;br /&gt;Don't Phunk With My Heart [of course]&lt;br /&gt;Don't Lie&lt;br /&gt;My Humps&lt;br /&gt;My Style&lt;br /&gt;Pump it&lt;br /&gt;They don't want music&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aiyah.. told u it's about every song in the cd!&lt;br /&gt;Go go! why are you still reading this? go buy the cd now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111950723954564249?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111950723954564249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111950723954564249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111950723954564249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111950723954564249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/black-eye-peas.html' title='Black Eye Peas!'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111909100540380606</id><published>2005-06-18T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T03:36:45.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset over chocolate mountains.</title><content type='html'>yupx. just finished reading this book that i borrowed frm library. Very very nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's about this Slovian girl who works in a shoe factory and she meets this normadic ice cream man who goes all around europe selling weird flavoured ice creams. Naturally, the whole town disapproves of them being together but she sticks on. However, the guy, being normadic, packs up one fine day and just disappears. So she gets heartbroken and discouraged until he suddenly appeared infront of her shoe factory and picked her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they run away to some american desert where they meet this fat disgusting guy who is deprived of love and has a distorted imagination. I think he's mental. But the author keeps trying to make him sound pitiful. Plus he has pock-marked face. watever that is. it sounds disgusting. So this Theobald Moon english guy lives alone in a makeshift house in the middle of the desert with catus as friends. He's suppose to have some sad childhood under the strict control of his mum. Like forcing him to sit straight and not burp or fart anywhere except the bathroom. So after his mum died, he runs away with her life savings and goes wild in the desert burping and farting at his own will. aiyah. basically, he's just disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the girl and the ice cream man lived in their own ice cream van and kept away from him and they survive by selling abit of ice cream and stealing small things like towels or bread from the motels. Finally, they approached Theobald to borrow his fridge because theirs broke down and the ice creams are melting. Then the ice cream man, Tobir or sm weird slovian name, followed Theobald and this other guy Jersey to the supermarket far far away to get supplies for his icecream. Because he has no money, Tobir resorts to shoplifting and is caught by the police. AND! the disgusting Jersey and Theobald just went off like that! Pui! k.n.s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the girl, Eva, was pregnant so when they reached home she was already starting to have contractions and she keeps asking for Tobir and &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; Theobald just pretended he didn't understand her. So she thought he just ran away from her... like that time [refer to 1st para]. And after she gives birth to this baby girl, she still wants to look for Tobir and &lt;strong&gt;disgusting &lt;/strong&gt;Theobald actually told her Tobir will never be here. And then she faints/falls asleep and just at that time this policeman came and asked Theobald if he knows this guy called Jaridi or smthing. They caught him for shoplifting and becos' he's an illegal immigrant, they're going to deport him to some distand land. What &lt;strong&gt;stupid &lt;/strong&gt;Theobald didn't know was that Tobir and Eva had entered the country using a fake passport and a fake name. So he just said no. Ya. that one No just dashed Eva and Tobir's dreams. So Tobir was deported and Eva gave up her baby to Theobald and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck yuck! Theobald sucks! I bet you he's a pedofile or how u spell it. He was so possesive about the baby! Like it actually belonged to him?! yuck! and he nicknames her Sugar-pie??!!!?! gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's nice about the story was that it started with the girl and Theobald living together so i didn't realise anything until the last few pages. Whooop~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;digusting theobald makes me sick to the core.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111909100540380606?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111909100540380606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111909100540380606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111909100540380606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111909100540380606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunset-over-chocolate-mountains.html' title='Sunset over chocolate mountains.'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111902561099965119</id><published>2005-06-17T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T09:26:51.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ECP!</title><content type='html'>Yaaaayyy... finally went east coast park today! after so long so long of craving for a taste of the salty sea breeze~!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really wat i had in mind... I was imagining a whole crowd of ppl... and we open bags of potato chips and digged sandcastle [*stares at huihui][which reminds me... huihui, u owe me a tag since the changi airport visit!!!?] and after that rent bicycles and cycle around with a kite tie to the back of my bicycle. [lolx. ok dat's just imagination.] and den we'll finally watch sunset and go off to McCafe and had a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Real Version: WoW! woke up the earliest in days and dayS! 9:30AM!! ok. so that's not early compared to some freakese who wake up at 7am on a HOLIDAY. but it's really early for me. the 1pm or 12pm wake up person. So i went downstairs. tried really really hard to remain awake. Watched sTuPiD show on kids central. Ludo smthing... really stupid. this guy dressed like a wrestler wif a mask on goes around in some sissy car with a wolf on it that blows fire. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;and their enemy is so stupid too! It's like chuck of plastic looking thing!&lt;br /&gt;Hrm... so i fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;lolx. and woke up at 1:45. damn! late! seriously late! so i threw my hmwk, my keys, my wallet and my phone into my bag and rushed out of house. Reached Parkway near 3pm. wooooww... praying to no-one in particular that val and huii wouldn't slaughter me.&lt;br /&gt;So i called val and she got me to wait at the busstop....&lt;br /&gt;3 min...&lt;br /&gt;5min...&lt;br /&gt;i'm startin to suspect that they're trying to teach me a lesson on punctuality. ahhh.....&lt;br /&gt;oh! just at that moment, my very POWERFUL intuition urges me to turn around and sure enough val and huihui were there smirkin. Turns out they wanted to scare me. bwaahahaha! i'm too powerful for them!&lt;br /&gt;Walk to Mac at east coast park. hrm! ordered our lunch and starting writing a mindmad on all things related to play that we should do after o lvls! *see below*&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;strong&gt;tried really really hard &lt;/strong&gt;to do homework. i manage to finish the mcq for chem paper. lolx. ok. that's considered Not Bad. After that we moved to McCafe and i bought my usual Double Chocolate, not ice-blended. And the girl tried really hard to pursuade me to order ice blended and said that it tastes better that way. But i insisted on non-ice-blended.&lt;br /&gt;We sat behind this two guys wif laptop playing Warcraft. and beside us on the sofa the girl was using laptop too! so we figured out they had free wireless connection here. coolz~&lt;br /&gt;me and val were saying next time we'll bring our PCs here. since we don't haf and cannot afford a laptop. it was really tickerlish to think of us lurging a huge PC around wif the seperate keyboard and CPU and plucking it in to the powerpoint there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! we also realised that the sun sets at the west and we're at? &lt;strong&gt;east&lt;/strong&gt; coast. which explains why we saw the sun setting from the window at the macdonalds. Arh... i'm simply not fated to be a sunset watcher. The other time we were at sentosa and we waited from 5am to 7 only to realise we were facing the north or smthing and the sun was already up. oh. wait. that's sunrise! hrmm... i'm losing my point here!&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... we walked to the cliff... or b-r-e-a-k-water [gets approving nod from vivi]. There we sat and stared out to the horizon.. only broken by the glitter of golden lights in the distance. arhhh... peaceful.... until we started smeling DISGUSTING cigarette smoke from the group of ppl to our right. and worse. they kicked the cup of drink into the sea and very very casually flicked their cigarette into the sea when they left. yuck yuck. makes me sick to the core.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. back to our sea-viewing. The moon was blurred by clouds the sky looks like another shade of the sea. i started letting my imagination run wild.&lt;br /&gt;I imagined that i was really sitting on a piece of stone jutting out of the sky. sitting upside down, staring at the sea and there's this portal far far away which you pass through and everything turns around and the sky becomes on top and the sea below. Then i imagined that we could peel the world open from the very straight line that divides the sky and sea. And outside is the bedroom of some other giants and we're actually in a treasure chest that belongs to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leds me to something else! I was reading this essay... and the author said she wanted a part of the sky to belong to her. So i was cycling when i remembered it and decided to see which part of the sky i want to own. So i thought of the moon part. But it keeps moving. So i thought of the sun part. But i want to see the moon and stars... so i thought of the WHOLE sky. But i finally decided that if i really own the sky. Then it probably wouldn't look as nice as it does now. Weird. I know. But somehow, if i own the sky, i probably wouldnt admire it as much or pay attention to it as much! So i really, really, don't want to own the sky. yeah. end of story. tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today, we went back to Parkway and I bought my dinner at the hawker there. Now! must advertise! the sun gui there is damn nice! woooowwwwhooo~! really really nice. I was deciding between the western food and the carrot cake. But i noticed the western food guy smoking so i went for carrot cake. But there was no more carrot cake! Then Vivi came along with her bag of sun gui. And it smelled soooooo nice. i could smell it from the distance. So i made up my mind and went for a bag of 4 sun gui. i'm so glade i reconsidered and asked them for chilli. It's much nicer with the chilli. Ahhh! smells really good. on the bus ride home i kept smelling the sun gui and i was drooling inside my mouth! wooowhoo! then i finally reached hm and tucked into my lil' dinner and it was nicer than it smelled. even though i was watching Extreme Makeover while i ate it. lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! Salmon! please come back! really really. i miss my salmon! but you probably wouldn't be reading this because you're a stray cat. I doubt the back alley have wireless connection for you. eh. come back and curl around my neighbour's gate lamp and irritate the hell out of them leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. dat's it folks! wouldn't be updating much or changing my blogskin at all from the end of june hols! that means stale blogskin for months. yes. months. argh. it's really sad! goodbye to freedom! goodbye to my dearest wacom tablet and adobe! buuuaiz~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do with friends after o's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- INDOORS -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink Milo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have X'mas dinner [Cafe Cartel?]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat Log Cake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go McCafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go irritate Serene @ TPY macs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go slack at Changi airport&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go cruise/overseas [?]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shopping for Prom Nitez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go prom Nitez&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Suntec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Suntec and do a laser dedication&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Bowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a 5day sleepover at different ppl's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go chalet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Val's house's garden&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go shop for x'mas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go watch movies [Harry Potter for HuiHui, Corpse Bride for emmeandme]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- OUTDOOR -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go east coast park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go pasir ris park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go Sentosa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go wild wild wet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go escape theme park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go fly kite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go cycling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go roller-blading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go picnicing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go BBQ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go chalet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go see x'mas lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go x'mas carolling...or more like visiting people's house for free x'mas goodies!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go play badminton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job. ahh.. which will probably erase many of my previous points. eg. overseas. hrm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111902561099965119?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111902561099965119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111902561099965119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111902561099965119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111902561099965119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/ecp.html' title='ECP!'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111859195800440577</id><published>2005-06-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:59:18.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see..</title><content type='html'>hrm...&lt;br /&gt;have you done your homework?&lt;br /&gt;if your ans is Yes. *BIiiiiSSH!!!*&lt;-- for those who don't know, that the sound when i box your head.&lt;br /&gt;if your ans is No. ahhh.... only 2weeks left you know?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! i know! and i haven't done mine! how?! dying from guilty feelings here. cos' i'm suppose to have finished by the 2nd week and start studyin by the 3rd. die die die. arGH!&lt;br /&gt;miserable.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watchin this Ancient Japanese show that's suppose to be a ghost story. haha! it's quite sweet and cute lah. Ancient Japanese courtships are soooooo slow.&lt;br /&gt;The guy had to make bento boxes for the girl and they're suppose to meet somewhere and the girl wif her really difficult wooden shoes walked so slowly when she reaches they just kneel on bamboo carpets and drink green tea and smile shyly at each other.&lt;br /&gt;And after millions of years, they finally realise that they like each other but the father had to come along and decide that Oh! since she likes him, he MUST betroit her to another richer old man. lolx! typical!&lt;br /&gt;Went to NYDC for dinner today! It was so noisy! Cos' there was this group of JC ppl inside that were eating and playing Murderer at the same time. And they keep screaming. And i keep wondering if poly students do that too.&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111859195800440577?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111859195800440577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111859195800440577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111859195800440577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111859195800440577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s see..'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111798706622556164</id><published>2005-06-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:57:46.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Long ago....</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you a story of long long ago...&lt;br /&gt;actually not really. It was only yesterday. I went suntec with huii after emmy went home. To collect my specs. too bad fiona wasn't in.&lt;br /&gt;hrm.. just loooked at the clock. wah. so late. no time to write nice detailed story. just rush through ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and huii wanted to eat ice cream, but the stall that huii said was nice has closed down. Bad taste lah she. So we decided to go New Zealand ice cream stall. But halfway through changed our minds and went coffeebeans. Then we decided we wanted to eat ice cream again. So we went to Gelare Cafe. But you can't sit down in the restuarant if you're just ordering cone so we decided to go swensons but thought swensons would be really expensive. Then huihui said. Why don't we go &lt;strong&gt;coffee bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. and she hardly realised that she said coffee bucks until i repeated her sentence. Then of course to save face, she pretended [ok lah, not pretended] that it was a nice name to use as a blog address. [actually it's quite cute] but of course i can't say that. so i said it's the stupidest thing i've ever hear and coffee = drink and bucks = money so drink money doesn't make sense. Then i said why don't we go &lt;strong&gt;Star beans&lt;/strong&gt; and drink coffee since she has a coffee bucks. and she said that's the stupidest thing she has ever heard. But i bet deep inside she's thinking. hey! that''s cute! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it. need to sleep early today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111798706622556164?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111798706622556164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111798706622556164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111798706622556164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111798706622556164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/long-long-ago.html' title='Long Long ago....'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-13437074.post-111798497970444256</id><published>2005-06-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T08:22:59.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog!</title><content type='html'>Everyone! change your links! this is my new blog! whoohoo! don't be out! be in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437074-111798497970444256?l=starbeans-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/feeds/111798497970444256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437074&amp;postID=111798497970444256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111798497970444256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437074/posts/default/111798497970444256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starbeans-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-new-blog.html' title='My new blog!'/><author><name>claRa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10394107319906910743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
