<?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-7380746</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:20:57.826+08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='attachment'/><category term='love .'/><category term='ponderings'/><category term='major rants'/><category term='monthlyversary'/><category term='whatnots.'/><category term='injured little heart'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='gone'/><category term='thelove'/><category term='sweet dreams'/><category term='GOTOHELLSUMMARIES'/><category term='sincere prayers .'/><category term='paranoid-ness'/><category term='Kim Hyun Joong'/><category term='nuttiness'/><category term='get well baby'/><category term='efforts'/><category term='Chew on it.'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='reminisce'/><category term='pfffffffffffft.'/><category term='i miss you .'/><category term='gadget baby and collector baby'/><category term='fully awesomeeee'/><category term='sweet tooth'/><category term='in need of hugs'/><category term='season of love'/><category term='MissionToSaveTheEarth'/><category term='bella the bday girl'/><category term='2008'/><category term='separation anxiety'/><category term='future'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='honeylemon turns one'/><category term='nothing&apos;s going right'/><category term='loveLOVEandlove'/><category term='love-hate'/><category term='dempsey'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='sam'/><category term='chalet'/><category term='grow some responsibility'/><category term='flustered mood'/><category term='graduating'/><category term='sweet dream'/><category term='given up'/><category term='hopes'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Eric Whitacre'/><category term='rants .'/><category term='school'/><category term='Inspirational stories'/><category term='joy'/><category term='sincere hope'/><category term='purple hair'/><category term='SRB'/><category term='buckeroos secured'/><category term='rants and more rants'/><category term='morale boost'/><category term='rain'/><category term='art of appreciation'/><category term='foodforthought.'/><category term='sweets'/><category term='zombification'/><category term='Choked up'/><category term='baby'/><category term='misses and wonders and worries'/><category term='neglected child'/><category term='bablylove'/><category term='just for laughs'/><category term='bring it on 2009.'/><category term='love . 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Haha. starsandheartx has been with me for so long. It'll be my nostalgic hideout from now on. So... this is my last post here!&lt;br /&gt;Go over to &lt;a href="http://48minutesafter.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://48minutesafter.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; from now on! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-116877527038658842?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/116877527038658842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=116877527038658842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/116877527038658842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/116877527038658842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3032991819556920197</id><published>2010-01-29T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:00:46.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>is love.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people like to complicate stuff.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes people unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I choose to keep my comments to myself, and show support silently, and through actions.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the thumping feeling I feel in my heart when I read strong, liberal statements.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, when it's not even targeted at me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to lose track of what I'm saying so I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3032991819556920197?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3032991819556920197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3032991819556920197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3032991819556920197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3032991819556920197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2010/01/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4580337615487021534</id><published>2010-01-24T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:20:15.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Seoul</title><content type='html'>is calling out to my soul. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Totally can't wait! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4580337615487021534?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4580337615487021534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4580337615487021534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4580337615487021534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4580337615487021534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2010/01/seoul.html' title='Seoul'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1047000533342133643</id><published>2010-01-20T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:04:39.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Betcha didn't know...</title><content type='html'>...that the 小白船 in the song 小白船 doesn't refer to 小白船 but the crescent moon.&lt;br /&gt;...that the song 小白船 is actually from Korea.&lt;br /&gt;...that Cinderella originated from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Hahaha I feel cheated can. Like all along I thought 小白船 meant 小白船 literally (who would have thought it a metaphor, and our teachers DIDN'T explain!), and it was from China, and Cinderella came from Disney!!!!! Spent 20 years living in these assumptions. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!!! I know this is random la but I'm still amazed. Tell me you didn't know too!!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1047000533342133643?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1047000533342133643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1047000533342133643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1047000533342133643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1047000533342133643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2010/01/betcha-didnt-know.html' title='Betcha didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7317146599160124289</id><published>2010-01-01T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T10:33:38.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>First post of a new year.</title><content type='html'>2010 will sort of be like a happening year for me.&lt;br /&gt;Travelling with friends and not my family, and filled with many 21st birthdays (including mine).&lt;br /&gt;This means the outflow of money T___T&lt;br /&gt;This means I must save more! At the rate I'm going now my expenses will surely be more than my savings. ):&lt;br /&gt;Fighting!&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like changing to a new blog. Been with this blog for sooooo long. Since 2004?! Gosh. I'm amazed at myself. Hahaha. 6 years... well 5.5 years technically looking at the date of my very first post. 2010 is a further step into adulthood, so I guess a change of blog would be soon yea. New beginning for... well, a new beginning? LOL what rubbish. You get the idea anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur. Wishing everyone a very happy and blessed 2010. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7317146599160124289?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7317146599160124289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7317146599160124289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7317146599160124289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7317146599160124289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-new-year.html' title='First post of a new year.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6381767655996828740</id><published>2009-12-16T00:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:58:35.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity found again'/><title type='text'>Name &amp; identity</title><content type='html'>I was feeling rather bored, and this drove me to type my name in the search engine.&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen anyone with the same name as me (I've known 2 ZiQis, but no Tze Chees).&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought my name (the one on my IC) rather funny which is why I always go by ZiQi nowadays. The reason plainly being I've often been embarrassed by wrong pronunciations of my name since primary school. It just makes you feel tired of hearing all that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the embarrassment piled up to the extent that I'd write my name as ZiQi if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I think I digressed quite a bit. Anyway, the point of this post is that the first link the popped up attracted me. It was a bloglink, and when I clicked on it, it opened up to something that warmed my heart. The blog was set up by the parents of a sweet little girl, who holds the same name as me. The little girl is actually 2 now, and the blog is still updated regularly. The blog must have been set up to record the growing up years of their precious one, and it brought a smile on my face when I looked at the pictures and entries. To me, the little one is lucky, but to her parents, they must feel like they're the lucky ones. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm reminded of how much my parents love me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm reminded of the name my parents gave me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm reminded of how fortunate I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll still write my name as ZiQi if possible, because it's easier to pronounce, but I'll never be embarrassed over my IC name again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, and every other day from now on, I am, and will be, proud that my name is Tze Chee.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you daddy and mummy, for my name. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6381767655996828740?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6381767655996828740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6381767655996828740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6381767655996828740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6381767655996828740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/12/name-identity.html' title='Name &amp; identity'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2717597343528460960</id><published>2009-11-28T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:37:56.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='돼지토끼'/><title type='text'>obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SxFRE9yCanI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VJnWizf9Dd8/s1600/11469_199456958091_190685193091_4040087_3304385_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SxFRE9yCanI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VJnWizf9Dd8/s320/11469_199456958091_190685193091_4040087_3304385_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193773194439282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching 미남이시네요 and it's awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;Love love love 정용화 (a.k.a 신우) hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;장근석 and 이홍기 are great too! If the band were real, I'd really like it! They've got really nice songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I've finally finished Leader's crobot today!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SxFRR79LGvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6vqEtVsYDt0/s1600/28nov1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SxFRR79LGvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6vqEtVsYDt0/s320/28nov1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193996042574578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving the glow in the dark skull 'cap' for crobot! Hehe. Still can't believe I did this. Kinda proud of myself. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2717597343528460960?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2717597343528460960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2717597343528460960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2717597343528460960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2717597343528460960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/11/obsession.html' title='obsession.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SxFRE9yCanI/AAAAAAAAAQg/VJnWizf9Dd8/s72-c/11469_199456958091_190685193091_4040087_3304385_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-608111486586045395</id><published>2009-11-17T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:50:59.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ripe old age'/><title type='text'>Picking thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I realise don't really have much pictures of my parents. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Rather random thought actually, but looking at the post from yesterday, I felt I should post up some pics from yesterday (taken by my sis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwILV9GtAoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EeJTAHg95SY/s1600/Photo007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwILV9GtAoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EeJTAHg95SY/s320/Photo007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404894974605853314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad posing with a... spoon (? Of all things. Lololol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwILLZXMFVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zN3TNEYuc2o/s1600/Photo002_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwILLZXMFVI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zN3TNEYuc2o/s320/Photo002_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404894793212630354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum acted cute at first. (but failed.) LOL. This is a nicer pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something recent (this year at least), but yet not that recent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwINfT9tCnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lclfTYAFo3U/s1600/4431_99640391281_572821281_3095782_4267237_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwINfT9tCnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lclfTYAFo3U/s320/4431_99640391281_572821281_3095782_4267237_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404897334384200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At graduation this year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway,  a more emotional thought: I should take more pictures together with my family.&lt;br /&gt;For treasured keepsakes and memories. People have too much to remember nowadays, that sometimes you only recall blurred bits and pieces of memories you really want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this thought, but... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they really are getting on in years, especially my dad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhh, if possible, I try not to think about that at all. It's too scary, too heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I must constantly treasure them, people around me and things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-608111486586045395?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/608111486586045395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=608111486586045395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/608111486586045395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/608111486586045395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/11/picking-thoughts.html' title='Picking thoughts.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwILV9GtAoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/EeJTAHg95SY/s72-c/Photo007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7222547610834552826</id><published>2009-11-16T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:37:30.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadget baby'/><title type='text'>Satio in red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwFwXF8JRGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/de-h77A9gyA/s1600/satio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwFwXF8JRGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/de-h77A9gyA/s320/satio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404724569855050850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pic credit to sony ericsson official site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new baby today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mum and dad. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7222547610834552826?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7222547610834552826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7222547610834552826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7222547610834552826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7222547610834552826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/11/satio-in-red.html' title='Satio in red.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SwFwXF8JRGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/de-h77A9gyA/s72-c/satio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2525257424061528908</id><published>2009-11-08T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:52:56.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebirth'/><title type='text'>360 degrees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sva_DOucj5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/bUoggdvISto/s1600-h/DSCF2456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sva_DOucj5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/bUoggdvISto/s320/DSCF2456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401714865290907538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't stop spazzing now. &lt;3!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2525257424061528908?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2525257424061528908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2525257424061528908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2525257424061528908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2525257424061528908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/11/360-degrees.html' title='360 degrees.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sva_DOucj5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/bUoggdvISto/s72-c/DSCF2456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-472464421561730318</id><published>2009-11-03T18:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:39:22.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween's little doll is 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHb_YkEiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qCK3Cxpeubc/s1600-h/DSCF2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHb_YkEiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qCK3Cxpeubc/s320/DSCF2359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824130669548066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHVDaZAyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HLXkG0Bb84w/s1600-h/DSCF2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHVDaZAyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/HLXkG0Bb84w/s320/DSCF2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824011491869474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHNqLES_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8z4Os30AOFs/s1600-h/14248_165007808151_786168151_2730832_138863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHNqLES_I/AAAAAAAAAO8/8z4Os30AOFs/s320/14248_165007808151_786168151_2730832_138863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823884457626610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr. Belated Halloween shock for you coming up Sammi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHImr1vkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fuesDPb0ASw/s1600-h/Picture028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHImr1vkI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fuesDPb0ASw/s320/Picture028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823797621997122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY (belated) HALLOWEEN AND 18TH SAMMI DEAREST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm sacrificing my face for you. This is embarassing... LOL. Love me more! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-472464421561730318?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/472464421561730318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=472464421561730318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/472464421561730318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/472464421561730318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweens-little-doll-is-18.html' title='Halloween&apos;s little doll is 18!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SvAHb_YkEiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/qCK3Cxpeubc/s72-c/DSCF2359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1800871101220203682</id><published>2009-10-26T15:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:43:35.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadget baby and collector baby'/><title type='text'>Happy endorphins</title><content type='html'>My belated birthday presents. Hehe. They're finally here! Coincidentally, one thing they have in common is that they're both shipped from Japan. Haha. &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From mummy &lt;3:&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVPxW3_s7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/X2Hw-Y-U31k/s320/DSCF2345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807437846033330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SS501 'Feel Me' fragrance set (limited edition) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQc51EAaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yACssntHon8/s1600-h/DSCF2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQc51EAaI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yACssntHon8/s320/DSCF2354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396808185963348386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuji instax mini 25! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQpAdHBDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-fA2-xOSvY0/s1600-h/DSCF2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQpAdHBDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-fA2-xOSvY0/s320/DSCF2356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396808393900360754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQw5RDe4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/BdmmVGPzkpE/s1600-h/DSCF2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVQw5RDe4I/AAAAAAAAAOk/BdmmVGPzkpE/s320/DSCF2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396808529409702786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVSAE4b0xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K9PtKWaAcPY/s1600-h/dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVSAE4b0xI/AAAAAAAAAOs/K9PtKWaAcPY/s320/dolls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396809889737331474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and sam! This is the 2nd pic taken by my instax 25.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1800871101220203682?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1800871101220203682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1800871101220203682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1800871101220203682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1800871101220203682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-endorphins.html' title='Happy endorphins'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SuVPxW3_s7I/AAAAAAAAAOM/X2Hw-Y-U31k/s72-c/DSCF2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3719166753729441775</id><published>2009-09-27T10:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:28:03.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye teen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hi tween'/><title type='text'>Oreo</title><content type='html'>This is quite belated, but oh well, thanks everyone for your well wishes! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the chui gang, for Oreo! (I've decided to name him oreo for obvious reasons... hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sis for the awesome mug!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to sunnie for my present which will come in... ? October? November?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to love for... *shan't reveal yet till I get it*&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Watch this space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not longer a teen anymore! Ahh, nevermind I'm a tWeen now. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 29 Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to WJ³ for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;handmade accessories! Much appreciated... it's lovely! (:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3719166753729441775?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3719166753729441775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3719166753729441775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3719166753729441775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3719166753729441775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/09/oreo.html' title='Oreo'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7872839298949296610</id><published>2009-09-18T17:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T15:37:09.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You can shine'/><title type='text'>Why am I different?</title><content type='html'>Why am I different from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why...&lt;br /&gt;do you have to be like others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Canon in D has always been one of my favourite classical pieces. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7872839298949296610?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7872839298949296610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7872839298949296610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7872839298949296610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7872839298949296610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-am-i-different.html' title='Why am I different?'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1446444196797735046</id><published>2009-09-08T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:01:09.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grow some responsibility'/><title type='text'>Bloody waste of time</title><content type='html'>I apologize for this angsty post upfront, but I really need to let off some steam, so please don't carry on reading if you don't want to read anything angry or unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to bite my lips to stop myself from saying nasty stuff just now. I was so, so irritated. I need to lug that damn thing around, had to go home and out and home again, and it ended up as a no show. I already wasted so much time and made a lot of compromises and tried to tolerate stuff, but now I'm at my boiling point. Ended up I will have to waste more time because of irresponsibility and irresponsibility and irresponsibility. I'm so mighty pissed now!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it be over and done with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1446444196797735046?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1446444196797735046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1446444196797735046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1446444196797735046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1446444196797735046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/09/bloody-waste-of-time.html' title='Bloody waste of time'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6178664469460561487</id><published>2009-08-26T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:50:59.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog race for money'/><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>I wanna earn more money!!!&lt;br /&gt;10k is no joke. I wanna save money to go overseas too.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. Taiwan!!! Korea! Japan! Australia! France (Paris)! England!&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Hahaha. For now I'll just focus on the nearer countries. =p&lt;br /&gt;$$$ come to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6178664469460561487?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6178664469460561487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6178664469460561487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6178664469460561487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6178664469460561487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7869360441623609564</id><published>2009-08-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:25:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me vs Me</title><content type='html'>I'm struggling inside.&lt;br /&gt;There are these waves of thoughts that overcome me relentlessly.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so, so, so minor.&lt;br /&gt;I really admire the rest. How do they manage to keep on task?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost really.&lt;br /&gt;I feel... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incompetent,&lt;br /&gt;tiny,&lt;br /&gt;lousy,&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, really.&lt;br /&gt;Help, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7869360441623609564?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7869360441623609564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7869360441623609564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7869360441623609564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7869360441623609564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-vs-me.html' title='Me vs Me'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6123245892276208206</id><published>2009-08-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:11:19.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3rd.</title><content type='html'>one thousand and eighty four days and counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you baby! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6123245892276208206?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6123245892276208206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6123245892276208206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6123245892276208206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6123245892276208206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-3rd.html' title='Happy 3rd.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2122204238782697881</id><published>2009-07-19T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:02:02.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school and updates'/><title type='text'>end of hiatus... well almost.</title><content type='html'>Hello wello I've not been here for ages. 1 month. Wahahaha. *blows away dust, brushes off cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;Short update: School is squeezing my brain juice out faster than you can say 'boo!' Bah. I'm rushing out 2 assignments for tomorrow and I'm stuck/ That explains why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bean's birthday was yesterday... happy birthday Pappy! And something rare... Mumsie's cooking dinner today! Rare because she rarely cooks nowadays (too lazy and she complains of not enough time... but I still think she's lazy). Hehe. I shall eat 3 bowls of rice with all the dishes and finish up half the pot of soup. Hokay I'm exaggerating. I can manage 1.5-2 bowls of rice though, I think. WHEEEEE ok back to assignments adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2122204238782697881?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2122204238782697881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2122204238782697881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2122204238782697881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2122204238782697881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-of-hiatus-soon.html' title='end of hiatus... well almost.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2067554129466954416</id><published>2009-06-19T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:18:41.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life and its obstacles'/><title type='text'>Come out from the chrysalis.</title><content type='html'>We all know butterflies emerge from chrysalises.&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar stays sheltered in the chrysalis until it is ready and emerges as a pretty butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University spells independence. Real independence. That means it's time to be an adult. No more hiding in the chrysalis. Phew. I'm not sure if I'm ready. Thinking of it just gives me butterflies in the stomach (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignments everyday. *pulls hair* I guess you just gotta grit your teeth and pull through.&lt;br /&gt;WHEELOCK HERE I COME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2067554129466954416?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2067554129466954416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2067554129466954416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2067554129466954416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2067554129466954416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/06/come-out-from-chrysalis.html' title='Come out from the chrysalis.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1023674450838277934</id><published>2009-06-07T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:15:13.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls and NS'/><title type='text'>Another classic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SivLSY0PShI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fM4aI04qiQs/s1600-h/classic+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SivLSY0PShI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fM4aI04qiQs/s320/classic+lol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344588899564866066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the pic to enlarge. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1023674450838277934?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1023674450838277934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1023674450838277934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1023674450838277934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1023674450838277934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-classic.html' title='Another classic.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SivLSY0PShI/AAAAAAAAAOE/fM4aI04qiQs/s72-c/classic+lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-235960114119184155</id><published>2009-06-06T14:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:18:05.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Hyun Joong'/><title type='text'>Starstruck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp39qLc6wZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp39qLc6wZw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the kind of person who chases after idols or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, I haven't found someone I really idolise... not until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Kim Hyun Joong oppa! 4D prince. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy birthday oppa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-235960114119184155?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/235960114119184155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=235960114119184155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/235960114119184155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/235960114119184155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/06/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6771145947586022363</id><published>2009-06-01T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:54:47.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one more ring to the tree&apos;s bark'/><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to baby! Much loves and may you get a job you like soon!!! xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6771145947586022363?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6771145947586022363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6771145947586022363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6771145947586022363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6771145947586022363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7342526482373075790</id><published>2009-05-17T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:16:54.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buckeroos secured'/><title type='text'>Good things are worth the wait.</title><content type='html'>After so long, and a few false alarms, I FINALLY HAVE A TUITION JOB!&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoooooooooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;This is just superb news.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's hope everything goes smoothly and turns out well.&lt;br /&gt;*prays prays prays*&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop smiling now!!! Haha. I just hope Wheelock wouldn't be too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7342526482373075790?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7342526482373075790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7342526482373075790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7342526482373075790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7342526482373075790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-things-are-worth-wait.html' title='Good things are worth the wait.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1280450225130042325</id><published>2009-05-02T14:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:38:21.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Who's talking now?</title><content type='html'>Dad: "Qi ah ni deng yi xia you qu ah fen jie jie na bian ma?" (Qi ah, are you going to ah fen jie jie's area later?)&lt;br /&gt;Me (still very sleepy because it was 8+ in the morning): "You." (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Hong bao wo bao hao le hor fang zai ni suo si na bian." (I prepared the red packet already, it's beside your keys.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Orh."&lt;br /&gt;Dad (to my sis): "Si Man ni mei you qu hor?" (Si Man you're not going right?)&lt;br /&gt;Sis (also mumbling): "Mei You." (No.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad turns to walk out.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: "Wo deng yi xia you zuo gong." (I'm working later.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Huh? Shen me. Xian zai shi shui zai jiang hua?" (Huh? What? Who's talking now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I was so sleepy but that made me giggle. I think my sis was mumbling that with her eyes closed so my Dad didn't know who was speaking. We both looked asleep? Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1280450225130042325?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1280450225130042325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1280450225130042325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1280450225130042325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1280450225130042325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-talking-now.html' title='Who&apos;s talking now?'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1012378953265484886</id><published>2009-04-26T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:03:06.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for laughs'/><title type='text'>Yang guang nan hai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SfR3fFF_iSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YkLWMpWxm98/s1600-h/sunnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SfR3fFF_iSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YkLWMpWxm98/s320/sunnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329015634913102114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. EPIC. It looks like a LION to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1012378953265484886?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1012378953265484886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1012378953265484886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1012378953265484886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1012378953265484886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/yang-guang-nan-hai.html' title='Yang guang nan hai.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SfR3fFF_iSI/AAAAAAAAAN0/YkLWMpWxm98/s72-c/sunnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5063435082787395993</id><published>2009-04-26T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:44:18.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><title type='text'>Wonders.</title><content type='html'>I think life works in a mysterious way. Like it's full of mysteries and surprises, and coincidences. Too many coincidences. Friends that you haven't met up with for a looooong time (think 2 years plus). So you meet up with 3 of them for some catching up, and then you bump into another 1 of them. So that makes 1 coincidence. Then you go for steamboat with the 3 whom you've arragned to meet up with, and after dinner, you bump into 2. And that makes TWO coincidences! It's almost like we planned it but only we DIDN'T. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now enough of coincidences so you think. Well, not quite! After meeting up/bumping into these bunch of people, suddenly you get 2 people messaging you in MSN to catch up. And yes, you guessed right! These 2 people are also from the whole big bunch I haven't really met up with for a long time. Hmmm. In case you're confused now, the whole bunch makes 3+2+2 = 7 now. Hahahaha. Yup, so I haven't met up with this bunch of 7 people for soooooooooooo long, and suddenly I get to catch up/bump into them so recently and consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5063435082787395993?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5063435082787395993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5063435082787395993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5063435082787395993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5063435082787395993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonders.html' title='Wonders.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3463161516682402528</id><published>2009-04-21T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:15:02.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponderings'/><title type='text'>deep thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Se2AgHRqDvI/AAAAAAAAANs/0sViGUiCO8k/s1600-h/Love_by_mstargazer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Se2AgHRqDvI/AAAAAAAAANs/0sViGUiCO8k/s320/Love_by_mstargazer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327055223446441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so overwhelmed by sudden emotions today I nearly lost control twcie.&lt;br /&gt;Wiping away at my eyes I tried pushing those thoughts away. The more I did the stronger I felt, to the extent I took off my ear phones to calm down. I was listening to my favourite slow songs as usual. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I wanna spend more time with my parents. I think I should and that I should be an obedient girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine don't worry. Sometimes these strong emotions just suddenly overcome me. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3463161516682402528?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3463161516682402528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3463161516682402528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3463161516682402528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3463161516682402528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/deep-thinking.html' title='deep thinking'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Se2AgHRqDvI/AAAAAAAAANs/0sViGUiCO8k/s72-c/Love_by_mstargazer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6952341650091286076</id><published>2009-04-09T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:48:36.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduating'/><title type='text'>Have you checked your mail?</title><content type='html'>I just got this in the mail today! During dinner. SO EXCITING!!!!! Whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3sAcgYEjI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fr5IFoF58uk/s1600-h/grad+invite+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3sAcgYEjI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fr5IFoF58uk/s320/grad+invite+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322669827017937458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the invitation card looks like! The front.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3tDz28rZI/AAAAAAAAANc/cJZ2uECAPrw/s1600-h/grad+invite+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3tDz28rZI/AAAAAAAAANc/cJZ2uECAPrw/s320/grad+invite+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322670984337862034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the content. Whooo! I hope they won't keep the cards when presented. I'd like to keep it as a momento!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3uJRvRY_I/AAAAAAAAANk/mDvZJsXypQo/s1600-h/grad+card+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3uJRvRY_I/AAAAAAAAANk/mDvZJsXypQo/s320/grad+card+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322672177769702386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6952341650091286076?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6952341650091286076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6952341650091286076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6952341650091286076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6952341650091286076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-checked-your-mail.html' title='Have you checked your mail?'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/Sd3sAcgYEjI/AAAAAAAAANU/Fr5IFoF58uk/s72-c/grad+invite+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5876908561851628376</id><published>2009-04-08T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:19:14.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Love song.</title><content type='html'>習慣是琥珀 淚一滴滴 被反鎖&lt;br /&gt;情書再不朽 淹沒成沙漏&lt;br /&gt;青春的上游 白雲飛走蒼狗與海鷗&lt;br /&gt;閃過的念頭 潺潺的溜走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命運好幽默 讓愛的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整個宇宙 換一顆紅豆&lt;br /&gt;回憶如困獸 寂寞太久 而漸漸溫柔&lt;br /&gt;放開了拳頭 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;慢動作 繾綣膠捲 重播默片 定格一瞬間&lt;br /&gt;我們在告別的演唱會 說好不再見&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你寫給我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我 十指緊扣 默寫前奏&lt;br /&gt;可是那然後呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還好我有 我這一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;輕輕的 輕輕哼著 哭著笑著&lt;br /&gt;我的 天長地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命運好幽默 讓愛的人都沉默&lt;br /&gt;一整個宇宙 換一顆紅豆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回憶如困獸 寂寞太久 而漸漸溫柔&lt;br /&gt;放開了拳頭 反而更自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;長鏡頭 越拉越遠 越拉越遠 事隔好幾年&lt;br /&gt;我們在 懷念的演唱會 禮貌的吻別&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你寫給我 我的第一首歌&lt;br /&gt;你和我十指緊扣 默寫前奏&lt;br /&gt;可是那然後呢&lt;br /&gt;還好我有 我這一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;輕輕的 輕輕哼著 哭著笑著&lt;br /&gt;我的 天長地久&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪我唱歌 清唱你的情歌&lt;br /&gt;捨不得 短短副歌 心還熱著&lt;br /&gt;也該告一段落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還好我有 我下一首情歌&lt;br /&gt;生命宛如 靜靜的 相擁的河&lt;br /&gt;永遠 天長地久&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5876908561851628376?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5876908561851628376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5876908561851628376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5876908561851628376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5876908561851628376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-song.html' title='Love song.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6577481952334854917</id><published>2009-04-04T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:58:11.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'>Pinky and the Brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQT5-zx_M-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQT5-zx_M-0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "How is my disguise, Pinky?"&lt;br /&gt;Pinky: "OH! Is that YOU BLAIN?"&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "You flatter me Pinky. Now, pull the switch and let us begin the BATTLE FOR THE PLANET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no cause for alarm, but there probably will be." - Brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"&lt;br /&gt;Pinky: "Well I think so Brain, but if we didn't have ears, we'd look like weasels!"&lt;br /&gt;Brain: *Sighhhh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "Back to our cage, Pinky. We must plan for tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;Pinky: "Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?"&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "The same thing we do every night, Pinky. TRY TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE SO CLASSIC!!! Don't you just love Pinky and the Brain???&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to cartoons nowadays? Sigh. I miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6577481952334854917?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6577481952334854917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6577481952334854917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6577481952334854917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6577481952334854917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/pinky-and-brain.html' title='Pinky and the Brain'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6295312872337098383</id><published>2009-04-02T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:28:54.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'>90s.</title><content type='html'>Pinky and the Brain.&lt;br /&gt;The Addams Family.&lt;br /&gt;Transformers.&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;SailorMoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My childhood is now a thing of the past. But ahhh the nostalgia...&lt;br /&gt;I miss these cartoons. I miss the 90's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6295312872337098383?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6295312872337098383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6295312872337098383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6295312872337098383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6295312872337098383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/04/90s.html' title='90s.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3747497721767385842</id><published>2009-03-21T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:51:02.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese cherry blossoms'/><title type='text'>Sweet (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/ScTwbFiqOtI/AAAAAAAAANM/HSHTIeg91a8/s1600-h/Japanese+Cherry+Blossom+Eau+De+Toilettelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/ScTwbFiqOtI/AAAAAAAAANM/HSHTIeg91a8/s320/Japanese+Cherry+Blossom+Eau+De+Toilettelarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315637808338713298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/ScTwNUhkcmI/AAAAAAAAANE/J1frG3OFVD4/s1600-h/Japanese+Cherry+Blossom+Body+Pureelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/ScTwNUhkcmI/AAAAAAAAANE/J1frG3OFVD4/s320/Japanese+Cherry+Blossom+Body+Pureelarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315637571842503266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby surprised me with these today!!!&lt;br /&gt;I loveeeee it! Smells great. =D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks love! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3747497721767385842?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3747497721767385842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3747497721767385842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3747497721767385842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3747497721767385842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet.html' title='Sweet (:'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/ScTwbFiqOtI/AAAAAAAAANM/HSHTIeg91a8/s72-c/Japanese+Cherry+Blossom+Eau+De+Toilettelarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3784583400495913553</id><published>2009-03-19T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:15:17.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bahdahbahdah'/><title type='text'>Aim for the moon.</title><content type='html'>Results out tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. When school ended I was hoping results would be quickly out so I can see how well I fare. And unknowingly tomorrow would be the day!!! I totally forgot until I saw Jueying's nickname on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm aiming for the moon, so that I can at least land among the stars if I miss. Good results everyone (especially me =p)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3784583400495913553?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3784583400495913553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3784583400495913553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3784583400495913553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3784583400495913553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/03/aim-for-moon.html' title='Aim for the moon.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1504159538312597451</id><published>2009-03-04T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:24:28.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle of the canine bugger and the dentist'/><title type='text'>ZiQi VS the dentist</title><content type='html'>I went for my 2nd extraction today, and I had to extract 2 teeth whereby one of them was a canine tooth. Anyway, I'll just describe the experience because JOANNE is interested to know. Hahaha. I'll make it sound as horrific as possible okay?!?! =P&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: The dentist was quite good because all my extractions weren't painful so I am not complaining about his skills! I just have dentist phobia, and who the heck isn't scared of injections!?!?!? Hahahaha ok read on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual (means 1 past experience last wed in this case . LOL) the dentist would have to inject anaesthetic to numb the area so the extraction will be painless. BUT, the injection was painful, and having experienced it once last wednesday, I felt worse today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a needle this long&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(That's about the length of the needle from my estimation. I am DEFINITELY not exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;being poked into your gums. You all know how sensitive the parts are. So I 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed' in pain wishing the dentist will take pity on me. Ok la, I know there's nothing much he can do to help. So he injected the anaesthetic for the lower part of my gums, and proceeded to move on to the upper part. I announce, not very proudly, that I chickened out and shut my mouth. I did a wimpy thing, which was to ask the  dentist to smear anaesthic gel (it's strawberry flavoured!) on my gums to numb it hoping it would lessen the pain. The upper part is always more painful; I don't know why. Ok so he did, and left me there for a while to let the anaesthetic take effect. Oh, and did I mention he warned me that it wouldn't make much of a difference? ): But stubborn me would rather do whatever I can to reduce my terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to when he left me for the anaesthetic to take effect. I turned to my sis and saw her shaking her head at me. I know what she was thinking! That I was a wimp! Hahaha. But I don't care I was freaking out at the thought of the pain. And when the dentist got me to rinse my mouth, I realised my hands were shaking! Sheesh. Dentist experiences are always harrowing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the dentist came back and injected the anaesthetic with that&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------- long needle. I believed him when I still felt @%#^@#$ pain and 'OOh-ed' and 'AAh-ed' again in pain. Notice the caps lock this time! Sigh. Thank goodness it's all over. But WAIT, not that fast! The dentist would use something sharp to poke at your gums to test if there is pain. If there isn't the extractions can begin. So yes, you guessed right! He poked the gums near the lower tooth and I FELT SOME PAIN. Of course I had to tell him else I'd suffer hell during the extraction. So in went the ---------------------------- long needle AGAIN, and 'ooh's and 'aahs' of pain sounded again. -.- He did so for the canine tooth as well, and I actually got him to test again to make sure I didn't feel any pain. And, I didn't! Thank goodness. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the extraction part. During extraction, you don't feel any pain because of the anaesthetic, but you can still FEEL. So you can feel the pressure of the plier thingy on the tooth when the dentist grapples to get it out. Yes, a plier thingy. Sheer force I tell you. The lower tooth was easy, as it is with normal teeth. The dentist struggled a little with my canine though, as expected. Ok I shall now describe what I felt and heard during the battle of my canine and the dentist. He tried with the plier thingy had I felt him struggle to get a grip on the little bugger. But he couldn't. So He then went to get some sharp thingy and I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK HE DID TO THE LITTLE BUGGER WITH THAT SHARP THINGY BUT I HEARD A CRACKING SOUND. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout it all I was 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' (yes again, not in pain but just a natural reaction because you can't see what's going on!) and when I heard that CRAAAAACK I actually asked him, "OMG! What was that sound?" He actually replied, "The sound of cracking." -.-" Yes I knowwww. Ok since I knew why did I ask? LOL. Ok I figure it was to convince myself that I did hear the canine crack. !!!!! Ok so after that terrifying nerve racking heart thundering sound I saw him get the little bugger out. OH YAY! It's over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT! The drama I mean. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After extraction the dentist has to put gauze on the gaping holes and you have to bite hard on it in order to stop the bleeding. Well, bite hard I did, just that it wasn't the gauze but the DENTIST'S FINGER! Omg. My mouth was numb so I didn't know until he jerked his finger and went 'Ouch, wah you bite me!' Uh oh. LOL. I felt so sorry I said 'Ory!' which was supposed to come out as 'Sorry' but couldn't because my mouth was still open and he hadn't yet put the gauze in. LOL after that I was more careful to bite ONLY when I heard him say 'Ok, bite hard.' So the ordeal was finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy over and when I got up I apologised again, and he actually said, "Wah you take revenge ah. Now we're even!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Quite humourous for a dentist. I always thought dentists were big fierce scary monsters like that witch of a dentist I had in primary school. Hahaha. But I still have dentist phobia. And.... my canine is still bleeding now. Slight bleeding. Gahhh. Maybe I'll become a vampire and join Edward soon? I'm having blood for dinner! Hahaha ok it's just a sorry attempt to be funny I gotta sleep soon so the blood will stop soon. Ciao!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1504159538312597451?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1504159538312597451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1504159538312597451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1504159538312597451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1504159538312597451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/03/ziqi-vs-dentist.html' title='ZiQi VS the dentist'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6428470645038060279</id><published>2009-02-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:19:51.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hear my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Empty.</title><content type='html'>5 more days before I get to hear love's voice again. I miss him. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy bought me a new watch today. My previous watch (a birthday gift from bf) has stopped. There's no way to replace the battery because the back of the watch is covered by the watch strap (the watch face is sewn on to the watch strap). Kind of sad not to be able to wear the watch anymore. ): I love the new watch from Mummy anyway! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6428470645038060279?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6428470645038060279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6428470645038060279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6428470645038060279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6428470645038060279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/02/empty.html' title='Empty.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1977096867620806235</id><published>2009-02-18T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:13:25.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jinny Joes (dandelions)'/><title type='text'>If you could see me now</title><content type='html'>When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But, as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. You would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a noise, it's internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That's what it looks like and tht's what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that's the thing about love - no one is untouchable. It's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks it's silent. You're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've figured something out, Elizabeth. I've figured out what my life is all about and it's not that different to yours.'&lt;br /&gt;'Mmmm,' she smiled.&lt;br /&gt;'Life is made up of meetings and partings. People come into your life everyday, you say good morning, you say good evening, some stay for a few minutes, some stay for a few months, some a year, the others a whole lifetime. No matter who it is, you meet and then you part. I'm so glad I met you, Elizabeth Egan; I'll thank my lucky stars for that. I think I wished for you all my life,' he whispered. 'But now it's time for us to part.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really like Cecelia Ahern's novels. Something different, something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1977096867620806235?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1977096867620806235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1977096867620806235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1977096867620806235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1977096867620806235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-could-see-me-now.html' title='If you could see me now'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1494639405234765222</id><published>2009-02-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:30:39.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Generation.</title><content type='html'>This is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1494639405234765222?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1494639405234765222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1494639405234765222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1494639405234765222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1494639405234765222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-generation.html' title='Lost Generation.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1269326108254109149</id><published>2009-02-05T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:49:15.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love-hate'/><title type='text'>Pondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SYsJOipMXmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/J0pFjLLPJQQ/s1600-h/hate_and_love_by_jlmack1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SYsJOipMXmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/J0pFjLLPJQQ/s320/hate_and_love_by_jlmack1993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299339531953921634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks the very last lesson of my schooling life as a diploma student in NP.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this love-hate feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that after tomorrow I'm done with my diploma after 3 years. No more assignments for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a while&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that after tomorrow I won't be able to enjoy my classmates' company anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll still see some of them when Wheelock starts, but you know it isn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;The ironies of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I feel a sore throat coming. Oh man!!!&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels funny. Irritated more like it. I've been downing water and honey water and pi pa gao. Gah!!!!! Go away please. Don't come find me stupid cough/sore throat/flu/cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1269326108254109149?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1269326108254109149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1269326108254109149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1269326108254109149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1269326108254109149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/02/pondering.html' title='Pondering.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SYsJOipMXmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/J0pFjLLPJQQ/s72-c/hate_and_love_by_jlmack1993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5138038263486929963</id><published>2009-01-29T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:34:32.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Counting down.</title><content type='html'>8 more days till it ends. Submitted 2 more assignments today. The feeling is just awesome! Soon we're gonna have a really long break. No more assignments for a while!&lt;br /&gt;But that's it with goodbyes. While kissing goodbye to assignmentss and poly life, I'm reminded about the more sentimental goodbye. THE big goodbye. DO2. Those girls who have walked together with me throughout these 3 years. Whom I've grown accustomed to having around in class. Laughing together, joking around, just enjoying one another's company. No matter how many times I have had to bid farewell, the reluctance to part is always there. Sigh. Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy niu year everyone! Have an oxpicious niu year. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5138038263486929963?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5138038263486929963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5138038263486929963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5138038263486929963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5138038263486929963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/01/counting-down.html' title='Counting down.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2448627030512626687</id><published>2009-01-20T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:36:40.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choked up'/><title type='text'>Perceive?</title><content type='html'>I feel misunderstood, or even not being understood. Assignments are already choking me up, and to feel this way is just worse. I can hardly breathe. I know I'm not the only one feeling stressed, but this feeling is just... unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna get away from all these. Break free. Breathe again. This tight feeling in my chest... it's unpleasant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2448627030512626687?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2448627030512626687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2448627030512626687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2448627030512626687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2448627030512626687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/01/perceive.html' title='Perceive?'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-572380693800678348</id><published>2009-01-10T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:07:01.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='private speech.'/><title type='text'>whirlwind of memories.</title><content type='html'>NP Open House 2009 is over. First time taking part in such an activity during my whole schooling period in NP. Felt an urge to sign up to be a facilitator probably because I would be graduating in.. a month's time? Although I'm still gonna be returning to NP for Wheelock; but the feeling would still be different. I don't regret though, I've had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reliving childhood memories through playing five stones and zero point was just great. It was like a trigger back to the past; to think my hands are now able to fulfill the task of completing stage 5 of five stones when I couldn't even get past stage way back in primary school. It's like a reminder of how much I've grown and how quickly time has passed. I'm reminded yet again of what time does to people; it makes you think twice about leaping over that impossible height the rope has reached, and it pulls you nearer to the ground. Interpretation: I can't jump over certain heights which I had so easily done back then while playing zero point, and with all that gusto and bravery. Such irony of life: You gain some, and you lose some. All in a simple five stones and zero point analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has reminded me yet again of how dynamic bonds can be. Bonds can be easily forged, easily broken, but yet strengthening bonds require much effort and sincerity. Bonds are ever changing, just like life. Flipping through past autograph books just strongly reinforces this. "Keep in touch always!" seems like the favourite verse to end off a graduation message with, but I realise that I have not kept in touch with any of those people who wrote that, and neither have they. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing a whirlwind of memories; which explains this post title. These memories lead to a whirlwind of strong emotions and I find myself strolling down memory lane. I find that as I get older, I tend to hold these keepsakes of life's experiences dearer, and those are some fond moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think that nearing the second decade of life makes you think like an old person. Gosh do I feel old. *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-572380693800678348?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/572380693800678348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=572380693800678348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/572380693800678348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/572380693800678348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirlwind-of-memories.html' title='whirlwind of memories.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8930385959808033773</id><published>2008-12-31T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:57:12.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bring it on 2009.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell 2008'/><title type='text'>5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1... Happy 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>If you're wondering about my funny-looking post title, and deliberating whether I made a typo mistake or failed my Math, I'll offer you some clearance!&lt;br /&gt;Was at Wendy's house doing AYC yesterday, and we were somehow on the topic of 2009 approaching. Well, Wendy shared with us a very interesting piece of news she heard on the, well, news. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;It was something about some clock in the world which moves at the same time as the earth, and that there is an additional second this year (366 days and 1 second technically) so which explains the additional 1 in counting down!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just wait 1 second more and start at 5 as usual I don't understand. Oh well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just want to leave a post here on the last day of 2008. For memories' keepsake of course. Some recollection of this year?&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago on this day, I remember I was at SRB with baby and the rest; catching the fireworks together on the boat, welcoming 2008 and wishing 2007 and SRB farewell.&lt;br /&gt;It's just amazing to look back, and see again how time just flies. It's so cliche I know, but really, you can't find any phrase to describe it better.&lt;br /&gt;2008 marks the last semesters of my poly life... with a few more left to go before I officially graduate (although I'll be seeing NP for another 2 years). Everything will still be different though, no more DO2. I've grown so accustomed to these girls; I  know I would surely miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;2008 also signifies the last year I'll ever have a 1 in front of my age (unless I become a centurion! HAHA) and the last year I'm classified as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teenager&lt;/span&gt;. Think young adult now? Holy cow, I'm turning 20 in 2009! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If Edward existed and we somehow know each other I'd get him to bite me so I'll be 19 forever! HAHA. A girl can dream, you know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2008 shows my sis ending a phase of her life and going on to a new one. Same applies to Sammi as well. Oh, I just realise this applies to ME as well. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think 2008 has been a bad year for me, and I'm quite grateful for that. I just wish 2009 would be even better; more peace, joy, love, and less violence. More environmental-friendly people, and less people who think how the environment turns out is none of their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of 2008, I'm not going to be at any countdown party or anything. Just finally settling down to get started on my individual assignments. All this reminiscing has just brought me a harsh reminder that time flies. Interpretation? "If I don't get started now I'll never finish even if I still have a little more than a week to hug Buddha's leg." (Hint hint to dearest do2 readers =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone! See you here in 2009! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8930385959808033773?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8930385959808033773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8930385959808033773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8930385959808033773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8930385959808033773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/5-4-3-2-1-1-happy-2009.html' title='5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1... Happy 2009!!!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4429202575481312297</id><published>2008-12-25T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:35:27.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season of love'/><title type='text'>Noel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SVMKX9E9kcI/AAAAAAAAALE/DztloCwq9qg/s1600-h/xmas+tree+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SVMKX9E9kcI/AAAAAAAAALE/DztloCwq9qg/s320/xmas+tree+large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283578194484367810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's CHRISTMAS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite season of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Season of love, joy, peace and giving.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful season. (:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today to the melody of a neighbour playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas carols of course!&lt;br /&gt;How can there be Christmas without carols! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Hark! Now hear, the angels sing!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to what they say.&lt;br /&gt;And Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas day! ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas always comes the reminder that a new year is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of how time passes in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;With 2009, I'd graduate and get my diploma.&lt;br /&gt;With 2009, I'd be turning 20. Shucks. The number 2!&lt;br /&gt;How do all these happen so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;And not long after, it would be 3 already.&lt;br /&gt;Horrors of horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's operation tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;May he be blessed. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;May peace, love and joy surround you.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy today! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4429202575481312297?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4429202575481312297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4429202575481312297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4429202575481312297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4429202575481312297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/noel.html' title='Noel.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SVMKX9E9kcI/AAAAAAAAALE/DztloCwq9qg/s72-c/xmas+tree+large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7284245587964895603</id><published>2008-12-14T22:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:05:11.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SUUVc9uchxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z29omd06OAE/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279649725511665426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SUUVc9uchxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z29omd06OAE/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bella, &lt;strong&gt;you are my life now&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, the lion fell in love with the lamb."&lt;br /&gt;"What a stupid lamb."&lt;br /&gt;"What a masochistic lion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there something wrong with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just told you I can read minds, and you're asking if there's something wrong with you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say it. Say it, out loud."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vampire."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mostly I dream about being with you &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn't that enough?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, it is enough. Enough for forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say the movie is great; a movie can never be greater than the book it was moulded from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good though. I caught the preview. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just burnt a big hole in my pocket today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nude pink wedges for CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. I really like it; and you know how hard it is to really get a nice pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it still cost me a whooping 52 bucks afer 30%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. There goes my money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7284245587964895603?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7284245587964895603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7284245587964895603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7284245587964895603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7284245587964895603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SUUVc9uchxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z29omd06OAE/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3715010495509902368</id><published>2008-12-11T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:05:21.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fully awesomeeee'/><title type='text'>BOLT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caught bolt on sunday with baby.&lt;br /&gt;FULLY AWESOME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Quotes Rhino*&lt;br /&gt;"I FEEL ALIVE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;It's such a cute movie.&lt;br /&gt;Bolt is love, but I think Rhino totally steals his limelight.&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER ONE FAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278564150323192866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SUE6ILAgJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UKEXJH8CYz0/s320/rhino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now.&lt;br /&gt;Chide me for being childish and I'll SUPERBARK you away!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm delirious already.&lt;br /&gt;After Bolt comes TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;EDWARDDDD. Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna zoom zoom to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Watch Bolt and you'll understand my dumb alien language. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3715010495509902368?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3715010495509902368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3715010495509902368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3715010495509902368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3715010495509902368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html' title='BOLT.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SUE6ILAgJCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UKEXJH8CYz0/s72-c/rhino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-416815094209262114</id><published>2008-12-11T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:16:35.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired.'/><title type='text'>doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe it has all been wishfulness.&lt;br /&gt;What is perceived may not be what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I think baby hit it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the sort who would have pals who last.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的天空今天有点灰&lt;br /&gt;我的心是个落叶的季节&lt;br /&gt;我不知道如何度过今夜&lt;br /&gt;所有的灯早已经全都熄灭&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-416815094209262114?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/416815094209262114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=416815094209262114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/416815094209262114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/416815094209262114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/doubt.html' title='doubt.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2344960835862241275</id><published>2008-12-04T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:13:58.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tralalas.'/><title type='text'>wandering wonderings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Soledad.&lt;/em&gt; It never leaves. &lt;div&gt;Sometimes when you think it's gone, it makes an appearance again to remind you of its presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following you everywhere, choosing when it wants to appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it the case of 'no matter how hard you try, you can never get people to like you'?&lt;br /&gt;Or 'if people like you, they will; if they don't, they won't ever'?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know there are times when you feel like you just stick out like a sore thumb; no matter how hard you try to blend in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like a puzzle piece that has been completed, but there's just this one piece at the utmost corner, out of the limelight with a broken 'hand'; and it sticks out so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This puzzle is then not considered complete, isn't it so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel that I've left the old me behind; and sometimes I still a trace of her within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that good or bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I despise, yet I reminisce and envy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas arrives in 21 days. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite season of the year!&lt;br /&gt;Season of love, joy, care, giving, hope.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any plans yet though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight opens in 14 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so looking forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward Cullen!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Epitome of perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think that Robert Pattinson doesn't fit the image I had of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE looks more like Edward Cullen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275918770044201538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/STfUKxhM6kI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PPYrUCna7QM/s320/myedward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah I lost my train of thoughts because I sidetracked to read Stephenie Meyer's website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I shall stop here. Ta!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2344960835862241275?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2344960835862241275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2344960835862241275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2344960835862241275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2344960835862241275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/12/wandering-wonderings.html' title='wandering wonderings.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/STfUKxhM6kI/AAAAAAAAAKo/PPYrUCna7QM/s72-c/myedward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8713619773032632451</id><published>2008-11-12T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:48:46.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s play ya&apos;ll'/><title type='text'>Getz P!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Getz P yo!&lt;br /&gt;And I think my class is so cool yo!&lt;br /&gt;I think the workshop is so cool yo!&lt;br /&gt;The games sound great yo!&lt;br /&gt;And the food sounds good yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok why am I yo-ing away.&lt;br /&gt;It's irritating I know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I've been practicing the rap the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a hip hop kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I am so not hip hop.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so excited about tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And I am so afraid I'd forget the lyrics. Oh man...&lt;br /&gt;3DO2 is so gonna rock the house down tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to Happy House everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so busy these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Alright not only me, but everyone in year 3.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Some updates:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm applying for the Wheelock degree. Yay! I finally found what I wanna do after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Study still. Get a degree before I go out into the working world.&lt;br /&gt;- E-Learning week next week. Which means time for us to start implementing IEP!&lt;br /&gt;- AhNai is irritating for an advisor. KEEEPS CHANGING MEETING DATES. ARGH. It's not as if our schedules are packed enough. Things planned nicely and everything and she changes AGAIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8713619773032632451?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8713619773032632451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8713619773032632451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8713619773032632451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8713619773032632451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/11/getz-p.html' title='Getz P!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4611547731287392767</id><published>2008-10-29T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:35:21.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chew on it.'/><title type='text'>Slow down, stop, and think about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.&lt;/strong&gt; We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;strong&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(So this famous verse was from George Carlin. Great man, great words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;George Carlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone still watches this space. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;In case you do, I hope this made you slow down, stop, and think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4611547731287392767?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4611547731287392767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4611547731287392767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4611547731287392767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4611547731287392767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/10/slow-down-stop-and-think-about-it.html' title='Slow down, stop, and think about it.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8570450522814164425</id><published>2008-10-10T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:08:38.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatnots.'/><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>I had the urge to blog, after seeing it rotting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;But I realise I have nothing to blog about. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe one. School's gonna reopen.&lt;br /&gt;This coming Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Which is like 3 days away?&lt;br /&gt;o.O Okay time flies. And super long breaks always leave me with a screwed up body clock.&lt;br /&gt;Oho. Good luck getting it tuned back to normal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8570450522814164425?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8570450522814164425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8570450522814164425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8570450522814164425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8570450522814164425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4260682353769603288</id><published>2008-09-23T23:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:20:46.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art of appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>Yes. This wave of nostalgia I'm feeling. I wonder where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;It brings me back to the days at esplanade and cq; the days of SRB.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it then; but now as I look back I realise it was a happy job.&lt;br /&gt;Sure there were customers with lousy attitudes and unreasonable guides and all, but the company was (:&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I grew up a lot there (mentally I mean), and it brings back many many memories.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow when it closed on 31st Dec last year, I realise I left a part of me behind there.&lt;br /&gt;That period will always be a chapter in my life where I'll flip back the pages to go through occasionally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with jueying yiyin and hweemin today. To celebrate my birthday in advance.&lt;br /&gt;They were great company. And they bought me a cake.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we didnt have a chance to cut it. Thanks girls! Loads of love.&lt;br /&gt;One was working, the other had school, and yet another had to go somewhere before coming to meet me. Your thoughts are deeply appreciated. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And we met zhiyin! Found out from hweemin later on that she secretly contacted her to ask where we were so she could surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Thanks fling. (: It was a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[*[ Ah Bear - bang srolaïgn ôn says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;[[*[ Ah Bear - bang srolaïgn ôn says:&lt;br /&gt;are you excited&lt;br /&gt;[[*[ Ah Bear - bang srolaïgn ôn says:&lt;br /&gt;30 secs okay&lt;br /&gt;[[*[ Ah Bear - bang srolaïgn ôn says:&lt;br /&gt;15 secs now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[*[ Ah Bear - bang srolaïgn ôn says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winson says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRD DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winson says:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PPY PPYYYY BIRD DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zHiYiN ♥ says:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;●_[[KARINE]]_ ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;HEy girl&lt;br /&gt;●_[[KARINE]]_ ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;●_[[KARINE]]_ ★ says:&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ur day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;̢ Nyu ̡ •Things change• I need a silly name... says:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bday To KiKi many good days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes came in from Jiamin and Jason as well.&lt;br /&gt;And from Janice through text message. (It's her birthday today![23rd] Happy birthday girl!)&lt;br /&gt;Big thank you to all who have remembered me on this day and waiting for midnight to greet me first. Hehe. Much appreciated. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like about birthdays would be receiving birthday greetings from friends you haven't contacted for some time. It shows that you are still remembered, and it's a nice nice feeling. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4260682353769603288?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4260682353769603288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4260682353769603288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4260682353769603288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4260682353769603288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3945313481761001579</id><published>2008-09-19T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:11:14.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational stories'/><title type='text'>The Mexican Fisherman</title><content type='html'>Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what then?" asked the Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American laughed and said that's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Millions?...Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You may envy what other people have, but how do you know if they don't envy you for what they have lost? Life is full of irony, and though I may envy others for being rich, I'd still settle for simplicity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3945313481761001579?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3945313481761001579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3945313481761001579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3945313481761001579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3945313481761001579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/09/mexican-fisherman.html' title='The Mexican Fisherman'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7102826310599086793</id><published>2008-09-15T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:41:50.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pfffffffffffft.'/><title type='text'>Bloody FP</title><content type='html'>CURRENT SEMESTER GRADE POINT AVERAGE  :    2.8511&lt;br /&gt;SEMESTER OF STUDY :  05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT ISSUES &amp;amp; RESEARCH IN PRESCH EDU&lt;br /&gt;Credits: 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DEVELOPMENTALLY APPROPRIATE CURRICULUM&lt;br /&gt;Credits: 3.50&lt;br /&gt;Grade: A&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FIELD PRACTICUM 3.1&lt;br /&gt;Credits: 18.00&lt;br /&gt;Grade: C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHYT!!! What kinda results is this. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;When i finally get As for project modules, FP has to F-ing pull all the shyt down.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzz. Then what's the point of working so hard for other modules when FP does all the talk.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I finally had decent grades for FP, and now this shyt comes out.&lt;br /&gt;FP ALWAYS F-ING PULL MY GRADES DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking pissed now. The whole period was so gruelling and I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;My best only deserved a C+?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't help in the motivation part &lt;em&gt;at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop my rants here.&lt;br /&gt;Else it'd never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7102826310599086793?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7102826310599086793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7102826310599086793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7102826310599086793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7102826310599086793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloody-fp.html' title='Bloody FP'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1267784253234926538</id><published>2008-09-13T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:30:46.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>yadda yadda.</title><content type='html'>Work has been alright!&lt;br /&gt;From having only a few days to work this month, it has stretched out to many days!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Very busy and tired, but I'm earning money! Woots.&lt;br /&gt;And... results are gonna be out in 2 more days!!! Omgosh.&lt;br /&gt;That's fast. I hope it's gonna be goooooooooood...&lt;br /&gt;Today's exactly 1 month before school reopens!!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel so random. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the people have been nice so far.&lt;br /&gt;The environment is not as hypocritical or as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I had been thinking backstabbing, haughtiness and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yea I think too much. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I actually don't know if I want to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feels just like another day, another year older, another excuse to receive gifts and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm looking forward, yet I'm not looking forward. What irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1267784253234926538?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1267784253234926538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1267784253234926538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1267784253234926538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1267784253234926538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/09/yadda-yadda.html' title='yadda yadda.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6262118752871823148</id><published>2008-09-01T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:56:37.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Private speech.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog about this for quite some time, and since I've the time now, why not?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a few cases of couples breaking up, where the female parties (disturbingly) finds a new beau just not long after they had broken up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not discriminating against my own kind (hell no), but I just find it disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder; have they really loved the other party throughout the relationships?&lt;br /&gt;What made them find new love so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Don't the memories serve any purpose?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; happy memories, so how can they let go so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;I would find it hard to let go, be it whoever initiates the break up.&lt;br /&gt;I find it unfair to the ex if I find a new beau so soon, and to the new beau as well if I haven't gotten over  the ex.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It just makes relationships seem so... &lt;em&gt;fragile&lt;/em&gt; and easy.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Fate, and it isn't that easy to meet someone special in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Zillions and gazillions of people.&lt;br /&gt;How does Fate exactly work?&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm digressing.  =P&lt;br /&gt;But you get my point anyway. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Teacher's Day to all teachers out tere, including my fellow mates in ECH. (:&lt;br /&gt;And special thanks to Janice who sent me a message to wish me a Happy Teacher's Day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6262118752871823148?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6262118752871823148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6262118752871823148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6262118752871823148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6262118752871823148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/09/private-speech.html' title='Private speech.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2485545049780006891</id><published>2008-08-20T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:38:09.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20082008'/><title type='text'>20.08.2008</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging just for the sake of leaving a post on this special date. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2485545049780006891?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2485545049780006891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2485545049780006891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2485545049780006891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2485545049780006891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/20082008.html' title='20.08.2008'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-898842035361621523</id><published>2008-08-17T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:58:20.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priceless'/><title type='text'>Lolness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this on the net!&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelp's reaction when Jason Lezak saved his Gold in the Men's 4x100m relay.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting to you the most priceless reaction ever:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d104/atelieryeo/blog%20images/August%20208/120808-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-898842035361621523?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/898842035361621523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=898842035361621523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/898842035361621523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/898842035361621523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/lolness.html' title='Lolness.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-719439263339604979</id><published>2008-08-17T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:00:43.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human torpedo'/><title type='text'>Historical moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235331127335355122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SKeh7B5egvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZwU66Y2oqEw/s320/victory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo by Ezra Shaw/Getty Images&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps has gotten his 8th gold!!! &lt;strong&gt;Phenomenal!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the whole medal ceremony, and the part where a horde of photographers (busy snapping pictures of him like no tommorrow) opened up a path to let him through to let him pass the bouquet to his sister, and embrace his mum and sisters was just touching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he has a beautiful smile. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-719439263339604979?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/719439263339604979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=719439263339604979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/719439263339604979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/719439263339604979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/historical-moment.html' title='Historical moment.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SKeh7B5egvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZwU66Y2oqEw/s72-c/victory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1463494278176374453</id><published>2008-08-16T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:07:04.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eric Whitacre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 hebrew love songs'/><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane.</title><content type='html'>I changed my blogskin as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;And because I had nothing to do, I went through my archives.&lt;br /&gt;And all the past choir memories came flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy to say, they're sweet ones.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm so in love with 5 Hebrew Love Songs by Eric Whitacre again.&lt;br /&gt;My only regret in choir, that we didn't have the chance to finish learning the song and perfecting it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful piece of music. The lyrics were penned by his wife. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the download though. ):&lt;br /&gt;Shall share the video here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/kokopelliphotos_01/videos/iMovieTheater42.html"&gt;http://homepage.mac.com/kokopelliphotos_01/videos/iMovieTheater42.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all of you love it as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I went JP with Jueying today.&lt;br /&gt;I think her kukuness is rubbing off on me!&lt;br /&gt;XUETE! HWEEMIN! Save me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I'm looking forward to working with the 3 of them at Comex!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jueying, Hweemin, and Yiyin and the crazy time we're gonna have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don't know why I'm blogging twice today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1463494278176374453?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1463494278176374453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1463494278176374453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1463494278176374453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1463494278176374453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/walking-down-memory-lane.html' title='Walking down memory lane.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2192238370497140863</id><published>2008-08-16T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:53:20.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Phelps'/><title type='text'>Michael Phelps</title><content type='html'>The Olympics fever is getting to me real hard.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, the Phelps fever?&lt;br /&gt;The greatest swimmer of all times; I call him the human torpedo.&lt;br /&gt;All his races leave me hanging off the edge of my seat, only to see him clutching the gold medals at the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling!!! Ok, maybe &lt;em&gt;sensational&lt;/em&gt; would be a more appropriate term.&lt;br /&gt;I'm his new no.1 fan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K session with the girls on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I'm such a slow blogger.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are all up! And I'm lazy to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;So I choose the easiest way out!&lt;br /&gt;Go to their blogs to see all the crazy shots.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Go on, click.&lt;br /&gt;Links are to the left of the page.&lt;br /&gt;Jueying, Hweemin and Yiyin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm so lazy. Don't keep reminding me please. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2192238370497140863?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2192238370497140863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2192238370497140863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2192238370497140863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2192238370497140863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-phelps.html' title='Michael Phelps'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1606502994337944234</id><published>2008-08-11T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:35:33.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Fill-in-the-blanks'/><title type='text'>Miss Invisible</title><content type='html'>Miss Invisible - Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who sits under the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just another day eating alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And though she smiles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something just hiding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she cant find a way to relate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She just goes unnoticed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the crowd passes by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she'll pretend to be busy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When inside she just wants to cry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a little look at the life of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Always Invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look a little harder, I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take another look at the face of Miss Always Invisible&lt;br /&gt;Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day&lt;br /&gt;When you'll ask her her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The beginning, in the first weeks of class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She did everything to try and fit in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the others they couldn't seem to get past all the things that mismatched on the surface&lt;br /&gt;And she would close her eyes when they left and she fell down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And the more that they joked&lt;br /&gt;And the more that they screamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She retreated to where she is now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And she'll sing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a little look at the life of Miss Always Invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look a little harder I really really want you to put yourself in her shoes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible&lt;br /&gt;Look a little closer and maybe then you will see why she waits for the day&lt;br /&gt;when you will ask her her name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day just the same as the last&lt;br /&gt;Just the days been in counting the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came a boy that sat under the bleachers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a little bit further behind... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have to put myself in her shoes, I've been wearing them all along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Forgotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Taken-for-granted?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Can't-fit-in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you guilty of creating them?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1606502994337944234?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1606502994337944234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1606502994337944234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1606502994337944234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1606502994337944234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/miss-invisible.html' title='Miss Invisible'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8307980016937738465</id><published>2008-08-03T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:09:54.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second.'/><title type='text'>Second &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SJZknGStgPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8hwgjgdkaGo/s1600-h/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230478640104177906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SJZknGStgPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8hwgjgdkaGo/s320/2nd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and many more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever does happen. I believe so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iloveyou (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8307980016937738465?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8307980016937738465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8307980016937738465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8307980016937738465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8307980016937738465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-3.html' title='Second &lt;3'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SJZknGStgPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8hwgjgdkaGo/s72-c/2nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6107945956130897061</id><published>2008-08-01T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:47:09.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burst of energy'/><title type='text'>sporty genes</title><content type='html'>THE HOLIDAYS ARE HERE BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;*jumps high into the air*&lt;br /&gt;Hoho. Going back for Iyad's sports day with Kelly and Sharon next week. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA's coming in October!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling extremely sporty these few days. Wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;So it's time to go jogging! And swimming!&lt;br /&gt;I hope this sudden urge doesn't goes off.'&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep it up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6107945956130897061?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6107945956130897061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6107945956130897061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6107945956130897061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6107945956130897061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/08/sporty-genes.html' title='sporty genes'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3648853887181645581</id><published>2008-07-30T13:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:34:27.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I made a difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminiscence'/><title type='text'>Reminiscent, again.</title><content type='html'>Just 1 day has passed, and I'm missing them again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the midst of rushing my FP final report, and was putting in the pictures for the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, they are making me miss the children even more. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday before I left, Mdm Rohanna talked to me awhile at the door.&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly A*-A**d popped up at the door and said:&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher Chee Chee I know you won't be coming forever already."&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a question, it was a statement. So that very sentence set the fact that it's my last day there.&lt;br /&gt;That made me... I don't know how to describe. He didn't look or sound sad, but the words he used sounded sad.&lt;br /&gt;I replied:&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher Lizah has my email, so if there's anything next time you can ask her to email me and I'll come down if I'm free."&lt;br /&gt;Well after that I think he went in or something, because just nice Mdm Farah came in at the door and I was distracted as she was saying something to me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thus this chapter of my attachment life ends, physically but not mentally. I hope I can go back for their graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a chance to take pictures with all of them, but I had a great time with them at the Butterfly Park. Like Teacher Lizah said, it's a sweet thing to be able to have this 'farewell outing', haha.&lt;br /&gt;It really feels like God let the field trip be on the day I'm leaving the centre, to let me end my stay there on a happy, memorable note.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them cookies I baked full of love, and crayons for their trip to Primary 1 next year.&lt;br /&gt;I gave the teachers cookies, and hand made cards.&lt;br /&gt;We treated the staff to nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I really think I've grown attached to the place.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown again in this chapter.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt new things, I've learnt how to show affection in a better way, I've learnt how to talk to them, chat with them, open up hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've made a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3648853887181645581?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3648853887181645581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3648853887181645581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3648853887181645581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3648853887181645581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/07/reminiscent-again.html' title='Reminiscent, again.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6589169738006792766</id><published>2008-07-25T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:59:21.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sincere hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartwrenching'/><title type='text'>Reluctance.</title><content type='html'>I felt my eyes water today when I patted him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so reluctant to leave on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him, softly, and he was just replying with nods and a few shakes of the head.&lt;br /&gt;He was entering dreamland, which was the reason I had been there. To get him to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I know. All those misbehaviours, all because he is insecure and wants love.&lt;br /&gt;Always being stereotyped, mistaken, I know you want to feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can feel it, I'm trying to let you know I love you, but I have to be firm too.&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to miss all the dear children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;A*-Ak**, for revealing your soft side although you may misbehave, for those hugs. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Asyi**, for being thoughtful and cute. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ami***, for being so cheerful and warm. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Deh**, for being such a pretty boy, always calling me loudly, and the hugs. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Elh**, for always giving me that charming smile, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Fiq**, for always being cheeky and laughing with me, acting as if you're dreaming, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;H*n*s, for always being the assistant teacher, giving me such joy and laughter. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;H**ith, for being such an uncle, always amusing me with your uncle antics. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ins***ah, for being so sweet and cheerful, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Mi*z*, for being so impish and happy, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Mun**r*l, for being the class clown and brain, and our gossip of your 3 girlfriends. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Naq*y*h, for your occasional hugs and grasping my hands with your tiny ones. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;N*r S*r*h, for always deaming and telling me you've finished your vegetables. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;R*hma*, for always being so well behaved and shy, yet talking to me when I am near. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Si** S*r*h, for always squealing when I tickle you, only to ask for more tickles. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;U*f*h, for always surprising me with a hug from the back, and not once forgetting to salam me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Zu***kha, for your hugs, messy hair and cheeky grins. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Teacher Chee Chee loves all of you. I will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6589169738006792766?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6589169738006792766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6589169738006792766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6589169738006792766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6589169738006792766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/07/reluctance.html' title='Reluctance.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7891475151753886789</id><published>2008-06-29T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:50:24.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love and money.</title><content type='html'>On Yahoo news today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON - He thinks of her every time he gazes at the painting — a blazing orange sun she drew a few years after the tragedy. It is the only splash of color in his tiny K Street office and it gives him great joy, and a stab of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of her every time he plucks a new $5 bill from his wallet and sees the large purple numeral emblazoned in the corner. It reminds him of how he used to sort her money: $1 bills in one envelope, fives and tens in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course he thought of her last month when a federal appeals court ruled on a case that could result in the redesign of the entire U.S. currency. It was one of the great legal victories of 53-year-old attorney Jeffrey Lovitky's career, and he wishes she could have been there to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But had she been there, it might never have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lawsuit filed on behalf of the American Council of the Blind was never just about discrimination or changing the currency so the blind can distinguish a $1 bill from a $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a brilliant, gifted woman who changed so many perceptions and overcame so many obstacles that those who knew her never doubted her ability to continue inspiring enormous change, even from the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about the memory of a smile.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his second-floor office, Lovitky sifts through a well-thumbed photo album. "Here's a Sandy smile," he says, plucking a picture from the page. "And here's one. And this is truly a Sandy smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures show a petite brunette nestling into his shoulder under a cherry blossom tree, playfully pushing him in an oversized beach wheelchair on the sand, clutching his arm at a black tie event at which she was receiving yet another award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes mist at the memory — Sandra Welner, the brilliant physician whose dazzling smile and tenacious spirit stole Lovitky's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found her after placing a personal ad in a Jewish newspaper — or really, she found him. He remembers the letter she wrote in response — not the words, but the tone. She sounded so intelligent, so lively, so interesting, and yet there was some obscure reference to a disability.&lt;br /&gt;"I really must meet this person," he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their first date was in an Irish pub in April 1994. She was already seated when he arrived, and he felt an instant attraction to the radiant young woman with the gentle brown eyes and tumble of dark curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked for hours. She told him about her practice as a gynecologist, running a clinic for women with disabilities; about her parents — Holocaust survivors from Poland who had created a new life and family in Pittsburgh; about her travels all over Europe, Australia and Israel.&lt;br /&gt;But there were things she never mentioned in those first few hours. He had no idea that she couldn't see his thinning hair and clear blue eyes, that she could only barely make out the shape of his face. Or that she had called the pub earlier to ask about the menu, so she could pretend to read it when she ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when they were preparing to leave, when she stood unsteadily and asked for help in getting a taxi, that he realized that she had difficulty walking. She held out her arm. Grasping it, he sensed they would be together for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their dates were simple: walks in the park, petting horses at a stables near her Silver Spring apartment, takeout Thai dinners and occasional splurges on extravagant chocolate desserts at the Willard Hotel. She discussed her medical cases. He told her about his legal ones. Devoted news junkies, they often spent Saturday nights by the computer, Lovitky reading aloud the big stories of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, he learned what had happened in those terrible days back in 1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was almost 30, already a leading expert on fertility and women's reproductive health. She had a large circle of friends and colleagues, a thriving career as a micro-surgeon and no shortage of suitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling alone on vacation in Europe, Welner fell ill — so ill that she checked herself into a hospital in Amsterdam. Her family is not certain what happened next except that she went into cardiac arrest and suffered a serious brain injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welner's mother, Barbara, 81, still sobs at the shock of seeing her comatose daughter in a foreign hospital. Even if she survived, doctors said, she would be lucky to regain the ability of a 2-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" the mother cried. Not my brilliant, beautiful daughter, who could paint portraits that belonged in galleries, who played the violin so exquisitely that she was offered music scholarships in high school, who graduated from medical school at the age of 22. This was a child who, at the age of 12, had begged not to join a family vacation to Florida because she had enrolled in college courses instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors were saying she should lock her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not my Sandy," the mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, for 16 days in Amsterdam, she read medical journals and newspapers and played classical music for her lifeless daughter. She talked to her and caressed her — anything to trigger a response. She got none. "The doctors thought I was delusional," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the United States, doctors offered the same grim prognosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the mother said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so Barbara and Nick Welner took their child home to New Haven, Conn. They read to her. They fed her. They bathed her. They taught her to count, to swallow, to sit up. They cried with her. Hour after hour, for days and months and years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a miracle, her mother says of her daughter's steady, excruciating recovery. It came of a determination so powerful that it burst from her broken body with a force that nothing could hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were moments that felt like miracles. The day Sandy took her first tentative steps. The day a friend phoned from Israel, where Sandy had worked, and she began speaking in fluent Hebrew. She hadn't forgotten a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in awe," her mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later, as Lovitky heard these stories, he too was in awe. But not just of the woman he had grown to love. He was also awed by the older woman who became his dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandy had such spirit and such courage," Lovitky says, "but her mother did, too. Such effort, such faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a woman who had fled the Warsaw ghetto with false papers as a young girl, who with the help of the Red Cross found her way to nursing school in England and eventually married a fellow Polish refugee in the United States. Both husband and wife had families who perished in concentration camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Welners raised four children, two boys and two girls. But Sandy was always the star. "There was just this sense that she would accomplish extraordinary things," says her brother, Michael Welner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Lovitky met her, Welner's vision was severely damaged, her hands shook, and she walked with an unsteady gait. But her speech and mind were clear. And her memory was better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovitky marveled at her defiance. She refused to use a wheelchair. Instead she would pile the chair with her medical books and push it. Or she would use a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was dependent on others — the stream of medical students she paid to help her read, and write and file, on strangers to help her catch a cab, or spend money. And yet, Lovitky says, "she was more independent than anyone I knew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went skydiving in Australia, alone. She climbed — inch by inch — the ancient historic site, Masada, overlooking the Dead Sea in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she eventually moved into her own apartment in Washington, she insisted on cooking great Passover seders for her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Sandy wanted to do something, nothing was going to stop her," Lovitky says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest challenge she faced was professional — being accepted back into the medical world that had once embraced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Alan Decherney, a leading gynecologist and obstetrician, remembers the young woman with the cane shuffling into his office at Yale University to ask for his help. In a residency, years earlier, he had considered her smart and promising. Now she just looked pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't go into practice, he told her, knowing how harsh he sounded but trying to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are legally blind and you are spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Welner pressed on. And something about her courage moved Decherney to let her sit in with other residents and join him on patient rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She astounded him. This woman isn't just smart, Decherney thought. She's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had to tell her not to answer all the questions all the time," Decherney said, chuckling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of her life Welner called Decherney her hero. When no one else in medicine would answer her calls, he made them on her behalf. With Decherney's help she landed a job overseeing a clinic for women with disabilities at Washington Hospital Center. At the time, there were few resources for disabled women who wanted to get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doctors simply didn't want to deal with a woman in a wheelchair who wanted to have a baby," said Trish Day, one of Welner's first patients who became a close friend. "Sandy didn't just understand the complications of a disabled body," Day said. "She understood my dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year and half later, after watching another surgeon perform an emergency Caesarean section, Welner was the first person to hold Day's newborn daughter, Diana. It was one of the proudest moments of her career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Welner did far more than encourage her patients. She designed and patented a special examination table for disabled women — lower and more maneuverable than the standard ones. She lectured on the need for disabled woman to get regular gynecological checkups and mammograms, something some avoid because the equipment isn't adapted for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a particularly sweet triumph, she returned to the nursing home in Connecticut and lectured the doctors who had once declared that she would function no better than a 2-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in 1997, Welner's clinic was closed because of cutbacks. She was devastated. And yet, Lovitky says, as she had so often done, Welner accepted reality and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hurled herself into her work — applying for research grants, writing a book on medical care for women with disabilities, becoming a faculty member of Georgetown and Maryland University medical centers, speaking at the United Nations, lecturing around the country and the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few knew that Welner's masterful hour-long PowerPoint presentations were memorized by heart. She couldn't see her own slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just never stopped," says Lovitky. He worried sometimes about how hard Welner pushed herself, rarely getting more than a few hours sleep a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in an instant, everything stopped. It was Oct. 8, 2001 and the country was still reeling from the shock of the Sept. 11 attacks. Lovitky and Welner had talked about it by phone that night. It was the last real conversation they ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call jolted him awake a few hours later. "There's been an accident," said Welner's neighbor. "It's serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovitky grabbed a Bible and raced to the hospital. Swathed in bandages, a breathing tube in her throat, Sandy was barely recognizable. She had third-degree burns over 70 percent of her body. But she smiled and mouthed "I love you," and blew a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been lighting a memorial candle for her late father, when the flame caught her nightgown. The neighbor had broken down her door and pulled her from the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next 13 days were blur of suffering and sadness as Lovitky and Welner's mother and brother waited, willing Sandy to survive, clinging to the belief that she might. After all, this was Sandy — invincible, irrepressible Sandy. She had come back from near death once before. Surely she could again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Oct. 21, Lovitky whispered his last words to the woman with whom he had planned to spend his life. He doesn't even know if she heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She died 10 minutes later. She was 42.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the months after Welner's death, Lovitky felt bewildered by grief and regret. He couldn't work, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Israel, trekked to all the most dangerous parts. Family and friends feared he had a death wish. There were times he wondered if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his darkest moment, Lovitky talked to his rabbi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do, he cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something good that will contribute to her memory, the rabbi told him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Lovitky remembered the envelopes, how he would sort Sandy's money before she went on trips — putting the $1 bills in one envelope, the tens and twenties in others. He remembered her frustration at having to trust strangers for the right change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he realized that there was something he could do — something that could both celebrate Welner's legacy and affect the lives of millions. Elsewhere around the world, accommodations are made for the blind — different sized notes or tactile features such as raised markings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May 2002, Lovitky sued the Treasury Department on behalf of the American Council of the Blind, arguing that its failure to design a currency that is accessible to blind people is a form of discrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November 2006, the court ruled in favor of the Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plaintiffs have demonstrated that they lack meaningful access to U.S. currency," Judge Judith W. Rogers wrote in the ruling, which the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia Circuit upheld in May. "Even the most searching tactile examination will reveal no difference between a $100 bill and a $1 bill. The secretary has identified no reason that requires paper currency to be uniform to the touch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Treasury Department, which argues that a redesign of the currency would be too costly, has not said if it will fight the latest ruling.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovitky visits Welner's grave several times a year — when he travels to Pittsburgh to visit her mother. They rarely talk about the lawsuit, though they know Sandy would have been proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For his part, Lovitky says he feels a strange detachment about the outcome. There is little of the personal satisfaction or pride he has felt with other legal victories. He understands why. He understands the long hours he poured into this case — all the research, all the briefs, all the consultations with other lawyers — was never really about winning. Or about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was about commemorating the spirit of the rare and beautiful woman who changed his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was about love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from: &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080628/ap_on_re_us/love_and_money;_ylt=AqE.IzUjWQaWZkedHHEp5.VH2ocA"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080628/ap_on_re_us/love_and_money;_ylt=AqE.IzUjWQaWZkedHHEp5.VH2ocA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this article. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7891475151753886789?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7891475151753886789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7891475151753886789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7891475151753886789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7891475151753886789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-and-money.html' title='love and money.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1913165681921647820</id><published>2008-06-26T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:39:44.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morale boost'/><title type='text'>give me strength, dear Lord.</title><content type='html'>Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just telling myself, this is a shoutout to the dears in do2 as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hang in there. We can do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1913165681921647820?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1913165681921647820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1913165681921647820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1913165681921647820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1913165681921647820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/give-me-strength-dear-lord.html' title='give me strength, dear Lord.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5387799859444878236</id><published>2008-06-20T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:25:14.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoid-ness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>burnt out .</title><content type='html'>I feel so burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;Really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day finishing up my newsletter today.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, something completed.&lt;br /&gt;But oh shyt, I still have learning corner activities, and lesson plans.&lt;br /&gt;Host teacher hasn't confirmed the concepts for math, so I can't plan my numeracy.&lt;br /&gt;And my field supervision is on the 17th of july.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that day happens to be the last lesson I'm gonna conduct.&lt;br /&gt;The 6th lesson.&lt;br /&gt;And it's still unplanned, because it's gonna be numeracy.&lt;br /&gt;Great. I feel so insecure.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself constant worrying about this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way, dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Light the way for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I'm starting to bond with the kids more and more.&lt;br /&gt;So much, I'm afraid I would start showing favouritism.&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I control myself.&lt;br /&gt;He needs love, and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;The host teacher told me as well.&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't show it openly.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be fair to the other children.&lt;br /&gt;Because he's so insecure, he often seeks attention.&lt;br /&gt;I understand, and I talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;Like an adult, face to face, sitting on chairs.&lt;br /&gt;He may have been squirming in his seat, like he has ants in his pants, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, that he listened. Because of what he did after that.&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, it made me believe.&lt;br /&gt;Believe, that I can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Believe, that he can do so too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss baby. But I can see him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;Nights all. Tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5387799859444878236?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5387799859444878236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5387799859444878236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5387799859444878236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5387799859444878236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/burnt-out.html' title='burnt out .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8350455093244751632</id><published>2008-06-15T00:14:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:46:57.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zenness'/><title type='text'>eventful + tiring day .</title><content type='html'>i started putting pics and all on sat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is only up today . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 reason was i was waiting for more pics from hweemin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another was i was too tired from loading pics . HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok , so i went to the zoo with hweemin bf !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . 2 free tickets from JOANNE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks JOANNE ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the pics do the talking ! (:&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYvZlsAbQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KiC087w2wv0/s1600-h/IMGP3542(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212405735387852034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYvZlsAbQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KiC087w2wv0/s320/IMGP3542(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bf and me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYuh48t6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U3Tfgjzmhz0/s1600-h/IMGP3548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212404778485541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYuh48t6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/U3Tfgjzmhz0/s320/IMGP3548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the mini orchid garden in the zoo x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;UP NEXT ... INTRODUCING THE 2 MOST SHYTTIEST ANIMALS !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYtdjj2h3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_bcr-WiuUCE/s1600-h/DSCF1498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212403604512999282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYtdjj2h3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_bcr-WiuUCE/s320/DSCF1498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No. 1: MR ZEBRA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYs-auROtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3KcHCuthzeA/s1600-h/DSCF1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212403069564828370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYs-auROtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3KcHCuthzeA/s320/DSCF1496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NO. 2: MR RHINOCEROS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHY are they the shyttiest animals you may ask .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as their titles suggests , it's their shyt !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i tell you , they got ALOT of shyt please .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and its SOOOOO STINKO youcan smell it 1km away .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok im exaggerating . at least 3m away . omg .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211772990507148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPv6_UnZiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/k9L4r_wCwKE/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211772887257974626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPv0-sGB2I/AAAAAAAAAFM/8DyKWdIBtqU/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the white tigers ! chioness . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773207830390082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwHo6g5UI/AAAAAAAAAFc/8HP1NNVgT7I/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;focus is on the BABY BABOON . total cuteness !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFSJn4-N5yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ze-_Lo9XuVM/s1600-h/DSCF1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211941987175753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFSJn4-N5yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Ze-_Lo9XuVM/s320/DSCF1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite cute . gourd looking melon i think . haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFP1TeaTisI/AAAAAAAAAHE/00kmIakrbgM/s1600-h/DSCF1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211778908727511746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFP1TeaTisI/AAAAAAAAAHE/00kmIakrbgM/s320/DSCF1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND THIS GIRAFFE . oh my . SUPER CUTE . why ??? BECAUSE SHE STOPS CHEWING ON HER LEAVES/GRASS TO POSE FOR THE CAM . so thoughtful !!! HAHA . applause please ! hweemin and me even tested to see if it really stopped chewing when we whipped out the cams , and IT DID . that's one thoughtful giraffe ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFP0n99tgHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_sefAmPbwYQ/s1600-h/DSCF1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211778161283268722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFP0n99tgHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_sefAmPbwYQ/s320/DSCF1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I DIDNT SEE ANY BUTTERFLIES ALONG THIS WALK ! =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok next , zhiyin's birthday ! (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212407276844526690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYwzUD6rGI/AAAAAAAAAH8/TVgkG1xZ7Ms/s320/IMGP3561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Super chio card we made for her . HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212406382249307794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYv_Pby7pI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QtwR_5XNOko/s320/IMGP3563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPyvrm4AjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IIC9t_AG7ks/s1600-h/DSCF1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211776094771348018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPyvrm4AjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IIC9t_AG7ks/s320/DSCF1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE ! SHE'S SO HAPPY !!! HER WISH GRANTED ! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773683972661810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwjWrrYjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GX-cciuuImM/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Birthday girl's many attempts at blowing out the candles . HAHA . Fish &amp;amp; Co tradition, birthday person to stand on a chair while they sing the birthday song ! i think JP's fish &amp;amp; co's staff are really nice , they gave her a card after that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212411299422376194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFY0ddVNkQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PXoBme1_OLI/s320/DSCF1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the card they gave her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPyUdHaAuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VE2pU9glQ3A/s1600-h/DSCF1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211775627024794338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPyUdHaAuI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VE2pU9glQ3A/s320/DSCF1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773537034910306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwazS_OmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LQkC3jED7oI/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; happy zhiyin . HAHA !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPx3WxRrxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EnScSPs8I2I/s1600-h/DSCF1536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211775127105154834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPx3WxRrxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EnScSPs8I2I/s320/DSCF1536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated her birthday together ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPxY1ZbyMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0t0xTlEjzUw/s1600-h/DSCF1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211774602750707906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPxY1ZbyMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0t0xTlEjzUw/s320/DSCF1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peppermint chocolate cake from polar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPw-9cKn6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xzdu-slPWV0/s1600-h/DSCF1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211774158233051042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPw-9cKn6I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Xzdu-slPWV0/s320/DSCF1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773398042858626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwStgs1II/AAAAAAAAAFs/kAniAmrZ_z8/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; AND OUR 2 TONG LEIS OF THE DAY . JUEYING + SHUNFA . WORST COMBO EVER . THEY OWE US MANY MANY PACKS OF BIRD NEST AND CHICKEN ESSENCE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwOY-jTpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-MfEzw0TQCo/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211773323811442322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPwOY-jTpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-MfEzw0TQCo/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there ! act emo only . KUKU . she is no.1 brain cells killer . haha !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211777298870820034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPz1xOj3MI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sVI9ZWEITTQ/s320/DSCF1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211776743447052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFPzVcHNwaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SyygxXS6P1o/s320/DSCF1545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended the day with a picture taken in the toilet . idea by kuku chang jueying AGAIN ! HER FAVOURITE PAST-TIME . HAHA . ok finally im done with the post . ciao !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8350455093244751632?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8350455093244751632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8350455093244751632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8350455093244751632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8350455093244751632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/eventful-tiring-day.html' title='eventful + tiring day .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SFYvZlsAbQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/KiC087w2wv0/s72-c/IMGP3542(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8608714540642591601</id><published>2008-06-12T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:42:50.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='some light please'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major rants'/><title type='text'>shyt .</title><content type='html'>i feel so dfghdskjfsdhhfsdf$%#$%#$^$^$#^$ .&lt;br /&gt;yes . until i can't find any word to describe it .&lt;br /&gt;it's stress + exasperation + panic + freaking-out-ness + trying very hard + feeling like giving up + hair tearing + dried up brain juice all combined together .&lt;br /&gt;gahh . YOU GET MY FLOW .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously . attachment just spells S-H-Y-T to me .&lt;br /&gt;ARGH . im tearing myself up over the lesson plans and corners and newsletters .&lt;br /&gt;omg . yes i know i'm not the only soul feeling this now .&lt;br /&gt;the whole batch of 180+ people are all having these same thoughts .&lt;br /&gt;but it's still very horrible . this feeling . it SUCKS . big time .&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking i have a lot of things to do , and i DO have A LOT of things to do . TONS of it even . but once i get down to it , it's just , tiring .&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything . whatever shyts i sourced from the library helped a little , but i'm still stuck .&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so fhsfjksdfhsfhsd^%$^%$&amp;amp;&amp;amp; until i cant even type in proper grammar already .&lt;br /&gt;screw it . pardon me for any mistakes alright . i can't think straight anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes*&lt;br /&gt;ok . finished with my rants .&lt;br /&gt;my dear do2 , jiayou !!!&lt;br /&gt;we can all make it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh . i really hope i can pull through all this . i just feel so ________ . fill it in yourself . ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8608714540642591601?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8608714540642591601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8608714540642591601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8608714540642591601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8608714540642591601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/shyt.html' title='shyt .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1036770205554992093</id><published>2008-06-11T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:33:05.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged.'/><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>ok ive been tagged by yiyin . haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions&lt;br /&gt;01. if you had the ability, what would you want to do most? - be happy, and spread it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?- Europe ! and i'd wanna go wth people i love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What's your favorite thing to do?- sing, sleep, eat ice cream/cakes/chocolate, bathe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you think money can buy happiness?- well . ive got 2 views . if money doesnt buy happiness the term 'retail therapy' wouldnt have been invented . but if money buys happiness, how come the richer often feel unhappier than the poorer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?- bake amazingly flabbergastingly breath-takingly AWESOME cakes and desserts . haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Do you believe you can survive without money?- i'll be honest . i cant ! but i know money doesnt come before love, family or friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. What are you afraid to lose the most?- family, bf, friends, music .&lt;br /&gt;08. If you win $1 million, what would you do?- give some to mummy, some to daddy, some to sis, some to charity. the rest i'll keep for myself, because i can use it on others (and save !!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What do you dream of doing in the future?- own a cosy cafe selling cakes and desserts . or being a child psychologist . and have a happy home and family . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you?- cheerful, outspoken, giggly xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you happy?- music, baby, eating my favourites, having something good to look forward to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?- people who like to backstab, and rude people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?- married with children, stable career .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?- the ability to touch lives and change humanity for the better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?- how i think , and people i love .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any childhood memories you'll like to re-live?- yea . primary school days . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance to change your life now, what would you want to change?- nothing . because what i've gone through makes me who i am now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. The love of your life now?- family friends and bf . they are all very important . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you courageous enough to go and tell the person that you like he/she?- depends i think . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. List one thing that you want to happen right now.- the earth and the world to stop suffering .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jueying&lt;br /&gt;2. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;3. Wendy&lt;br /&gt;4. Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i dont know who else . brain shut down le . HAHA . the last 4 slots can be for whoever who wanna do this ! (: nights all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1036770205554992093?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1036770205554992093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1036770205554992093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1036770205554992093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1036770205554992093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8184624565963162127</id><published>2008-06-10T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:49:54.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efforts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MissionToSaveTheEarth'/><title type='text'>please save the earth ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SE6Uiao8B_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oL14bwUxLUg/s1600-h/saveearth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210265137901733874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SE6Uiao8B_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oL14bwUxLUg/s320/saveearth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deadly quakes .&lt;br /&gt;flashfloods .&lt;br /&gt;heatwaves .&lt;br /&gt;rising fertiliser costs .&lt;br /&gt;shortage of crop yields .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is choking .&lt;br /&gt;and humans, animals and plants are choking with it .&lt;br /&gt;it's just so terrifying .&lt;br /&gt;dear Lord, please save the world .&lt;br /&gt;the earth, the people, the wildlife .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone please do something .&lt;br /&gt;don't keep on buying bottled drinks . bring your own water .&lt;br /&gt;don't waste paper .&lt;br /&gt;dont take carriers if your bag has room for the item .&lt;br /&gt;don't waste electricity .&lt;br /&gt;don't waste food .&lt;br /&gt;don't waste water .&lt;br /&gt;don't keep on driving . take public transport , or walk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everyone can do this , i believe there would be lesser pressure on the earth .&lt;br /&gt;please bless the world dear Lord . &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8184624565963162127?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8184624565963162127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8184624565963162127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8184624565963162127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8184624565963162127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/please-save-earth.html' title='please save the earth ):'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SE6Uiao8B_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oL14bwUxLUg/s72-c/saveearth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6470822398657370124</id><published>2008-06-01T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:36:14.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><title type='text'>happy birthday babydarlinghoneylemon</title><content type='html'>happy birthday baby ! &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you loved today .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love today too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nice to see everyone again . (:&lt;/div&gt;so much catching up to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919309221250210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SEKxhjhBRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uTrb-RovOkQ/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206919521006459426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SEKxt4ejGiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/n0lIIopsRk4/s320/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;indiana jones , followed by dinner at cafe cartel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206921034229194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SEKzF9q9n1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/KyS_joppCkg/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7 tickets . baby and me , gerald , peihua , boonhao , shengcai and issac .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah bee and elson joined us at cafe cartel later . (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope everyone enjoyed the day &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6470822398657370124?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6470822398657370124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6470822398657370124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6470822398657370124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6470822398657370124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-babydarlinghoneylemon.html' title='happy birthday babydarlinghoneylemon'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SEKxhjhBRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uTrb-RovOkQ/s72-c/DSC00621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2795286902230118256</id><published>2008-05-25T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:07:03.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet talk'/><title type='text'>awww (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDl_ZgW5YtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jmWDRBohCNA/s1600-h/superaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204330920562746066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDl_ZgW5YtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jmWDRBohCNA/s320/superaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;click to see . (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's super awwwwww ! hahaha .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love you too wendy !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for being so sweet , here's a post dedicated to you !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahas . i love all my friends as well (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*edit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok . after miss wendy read the above .. she said THIS .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204345506271683298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDmMqgW5YuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hTTDRcz-Vlo/s320/omglol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHECK OUT THE CIRCLED PART . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL . so , you saw it from the lady herself .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;interested candidates , TAG ME . xDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2795286902230118256?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2795286902230118256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2795286902230118256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2795286902230118256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2795286902230118256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/awww.html' title='awww (:'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDl_ZgW5YtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jmWDRBohCNA/s72-c/superaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8365540191632101749</id><published>2008-05-24T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:40:01.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodforthought.'/><title type='text'>roots .</title><content type='html'>The Commonwealth Essay Competition&lt;br /&gt;1st prize - Class A&lt;br /&gt;What the Modern Woman Wants - Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen (RGS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand. 'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.'&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her daughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation.'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap.She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'&lt;br /&gt;Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten.'&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!'&lt;br /&gt;The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall. Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side.&lt;br /&gt;'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust at the pungent fumes of incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods. Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook. Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. Shelives the perfect life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.&lt;br /&gt;What you see is not true - she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son.Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to.. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to speak, precious pearls would fall out and men would listen. She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watchedher daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it..Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors byonly a string of origami banknotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything she had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions.The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy.&lt;br /&gt;She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.&lt;br /&gt;The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.The old lady watched her joss stick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.&lt;br /&gt;Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as fast as she had done before. 'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman nodded knowingly.&lt;br /&gt;Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out - but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang - it's a Christian home, a very nice one.' The old woman did not raise an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.' 'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep intothe leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.&lt;br /&gt;'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda. I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down... Yes, she was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!' Yes, things were definitely beginning to look up for her...&lt;br /&gt;And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't it make you think ; &lt;em&gt;have you been like Bee Choo ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel lucky that i have never once thought of my parents like that .&lt;br /&gt;since young i've always told myself: never will i let my parents live in a home .&lt;br /&gt;yes i may shout at them; i may have had angry lashes and thoughts about them .&lt;br /&gt;but i still love them . i pray for their safety every night .&lt;br /&gt;thank god for them; else there will never be me .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8365540191632101749?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8365540191632101749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8365540191632101749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8365540191632101749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8365540191632101749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/roots.html' title='roots .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8030891994666178405</id><published>2008-05-24T15:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:28:24.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jellyloves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coolness'/><title type='text'>story telling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;worked at chevrons house yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;kawaii's anniversary event . damn cool .&lt;br /&gt;everything was cool . sales was cool . simone was cool .&lt;br /&gt;free gifts were cool . haha . everything was cool ,&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT THE FREAKING WEATHER .&lt;br /&gt;omg . so hot can . zzz . couldnt stand it . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203851649457152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDfLgQW5YqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VmMLMC-7Ne0/s320/Photo0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha . lynn and zhiyin were so high posing with mae . (i think thats how its spelt)&lt;br /&gt;suggested them to 'sit on the chair'. zhiyin was ultimate highness . hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just realised i have been buying so many stuff online unil the post office guy knows me already . lol .&lt;br /&gt;actually i realised long ago , but i didnt realise the post office uncle would realise . lol .&lt;br /&gt;i went to collect my parcel today (i finally got the time) and he said ,&lt;br /&gt;" Ziqi right . You always come i know what type to search for."&lt;br /&gt;omg . lol . hear le abit zzzz . i shall stop buying online so frequently .&lt;br /&gt;ok so i shall be spending a bomb tomorrow . shucks . but it's a need .&lt;br /&gt;haha . i want to save more money .&lt;br /&gt;save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save . save .&lt;br /&gt;and so you get my point .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachment is starting . soon . shyt .&lt;br /&gt;but im feeling really blessed i got a good centre .&lt;br /&gt;from what it sounds its good .&lt;br /&gt;and i hope it IS good .&lt;br /&gt;teachers be good . mentor be good . children be good .&lt;br /&gt;please . dont let it be hell . oh yes , field supervisor be good too .&lt;br /&gt;thank you so so so so so much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so addicted to this .&lt;br /&gt;hohohohohohoho . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203858207872213698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDfReAW5YsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xk4G5cbWGHs/s320/konnyakudrink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the peach flavoured one ! on the left . wheee .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wibble wobble wibble wobble jelly !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally , i can see baby tomorrow . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;benny baka asked if he was included in this post .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i included his name cause he remembered my blog addy .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA . your big name is up here baka . be happy ok ! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8030891994666178405?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8030891994666178405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8030891994666178405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8030891994666178405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8030891994666178405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-telling.html' title='story telling'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SDfLgQW5YqI/AAAAAAAAAEE/VmMLMC-7Ne0/s72-c/Photo0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3661890555950036780</id><published>2008-05-17T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:07:07.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dempsey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>loves simplicity .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;had a great day out with baby today .&lt;br /&gt;movie followed by ice cream followed by some chilling out at the ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIBRARY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cafe . hahahahahahahhas . ok lame .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;followed by a slow stroll home .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love simplicity . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201331383264815138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SC7XVdKXKCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4dgSvkN2XD0/s320/madeofhonor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yup . that's what we caught . made of honour .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think patrick dempsey is charming .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahas . it's a nice movie ! i like . so did baby .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I WANT THE SOUNDTRACK ! hot stuff . woots .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok ive run outta stuff to blog about . so ciao .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3661890555950036780?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3661890555950036780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3661890555950036780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3661890555950036780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3661890555950036780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/loves-simplicity.html' title='loves simplicity .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/SC7XVdKXKCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4dgSvkN2XD0/s72-c/madeofhonor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4557270971227074244</id><published>2008-05-13T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:33:41.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ihatereality'/><title type='text'>T__T</title><content type='html'>ok . i simply hate reality .&lt;br /&gt;ive dreamed of going into psychology or therapy .&lt;br /&gt;but i've never really planned for it .&lt;br /&gt;and now that im beginning to, i realise its too late .&lt;br /&gt;even with 4.0 gpa for these 2 sems i'm not gonna make it .&lt;br /&gt;so , its &lt;strong&gt;impossible . &lt;/strong&gt;period . T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddening . i should just go be a patissier .&lt;br /&gt;ho . sighs .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4557270971227074244?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4557270971227074244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4557270971227074244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4557270971227074244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4557270971227074244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/tt.html' title='T__T'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5336012488380605664</id><published>2008-05-11T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:01:21.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoorplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leonalewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossips'/><title type='text'>lalala .</title><content type='html'>it's sunday today !&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going out with baby later ! wheee !&lt;br /&gt;i haven't done my homework =\&lt;br /&gt;hope i got time to do later .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway . was gossiping ytd night with smackie and khai .&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahas . i just realised the full blown extent of smackie's email la .&lt;br /&gt;really a blur sotong . LOL . and our inside joke .&lt;br /&gt;dark chocolate milk chocolate white chocolate yo !&lt;br /&gt;and got so many scandals !!!! hahahahahahahas . so funny .&lt;br /&gt;and zhiyin . she was saying want draw her family tree give me . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;siao one la . SHE GOT THE MOST SCANDALS .&lt;br /&gt;i realise kt got alot of siao colleagues . hahahhaahhahahahahhahahas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and , i'm addicted to leona lewis !&lt;br /&gt;nice nice songs . wheeee ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5336012488380605664?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5336012488380605664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5336012488380605664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5336012488380605664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5336012488380605664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/lalala.html' title='lalala .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8300326041835819405</id><published>2008-05-09T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:08:09.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socialdevelopment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busybee'/><title type='text'>pooh .</title><content type='html'>been so busy lately .&lt;br /&gt;work . school . work . school . ASSIGNMENTS . pooh !&lt;br /&gt;i shall manage my time well ! by hook or by crook man .&lt;br /&gt;and my money as well .&lt;br /&gt;its running low . damn . i really must stop spending any-oh-how .&lt;br /&gt;rawr . kinda disappointed with myself .&lt;br /&gt;where's the self control ?&lt;br /&gt;the needs and the wants ziqi !!! *both go to war again*&lt;br /&gt;now you know why im tired . lol .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smackie is going through a rough patch .&lt;br /&gt;i only know her for 1 month like that .. but she's a worthy friend . (:&lt;br /&gt;but still ... SMACK ! sorry yea couldnt resist . must sneak attack muahahas .&lt;br /&gt;dont worry smackie . the mum's gonna be sooo healthy she can go zoocrabbing with us !!&lt;br /&gt;LOL . hugs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway . ITS BEEN A GAZILLION MILLENIUMS SINCE I'VE SEEN BABY !&lt;br /&gt;since sunday ):&lt;br /&gt;bahhhh . and i have to wait till this sunday to see him !&lt;br /&gt;1 week ! been kinda long since i've had not seen him for this period of time .&lt;br /&gt;normally it was about 1 or 2 days . but that also means we're getting more stable (:&lt;br /&gt;whee ! looking forward to sunday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok . off to watch tv . ciao amigos !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8300326041835819405?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8300326041835819405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8300326041835819405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8300326041835819405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8300326041835819405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/pooh.html' title='pooh .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8759270488372231473</id><published>2008-05-04T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:00:04.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOTOHELLSUMMARIES'/><title type='text'>freaking summaries.</title><content type='html'>IM FINALLY DONE WITH THE F**KING SUMMARIES !!!&lt;br /&gt;*does jig* so happy . ok bye im off to find baby ! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8759270488372231473?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8759270488372231473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8759270488372231473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8759270488372231473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8759270488372231473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/05/freaking-summaries.html' title='freaking summaries.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-2991517663543906557</id><published>2008-04-30T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T23:40:25.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MEtime.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>lala</title><content type='html'>back from work and had a nice bath . =D&lt;br /&gt;ok i officially declare i am gonna be so broke this month .&lt;br /&gt;i bought the bloody $60.70 textbook .&lt;br /&gt;YES I BOUGHT IT . i dont know why i didnt opt for photocopying the whole thing .&lt;br /&gt;not the plagurism shyt of course . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;i think because if its all black and white i wont bother reading .&lt;br /&gt;oh well . it seems a good book anyway .&lt;br /&gt;and i bought a skincare set for mummy .&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna buy 2 more , one for myself and one for baby's mummy .&lt;br /&gt;okay $$$ fly away again .&lt;br /&gt;but its money well spent ok . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking over the eipic thing .&lt;br /&gt;its a stepping stone to being a therapist / psychologist ..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont even know who to ask a testimonial from .&lt;br /&gt;gee . and im not sure if i will like it .&lt;br /&gt;i dont think im prepared to be working with these special children .&lt;br /&gt;i admit , that im afraid .&lt;br /&gt;afraid of them , more afraid of how i would react .&lt;br /&gt;i am not noble .&lt;br /&gt;but somehow , i feel , god is dropping me a hint .&lt;br /&gt;a big hint , and i feel he is urging me to  take it on .&lt;br /&gt;well well . again , i shall take a gamble . (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-2991517663543906557?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/2991517663543906557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=2991517663543906557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2991517663543906557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/2991517663543906557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/lala.html' title='lala'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7523939273121215910</id><published>2008-04-26T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T23:40:01.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombification'/><title type='text'>zombified.</title><content type='html'>i feel so zombified .&lt;br /&gt;freaking summary .&lt;br /&gt;squeezed dry whatever little brain juice that i had in me .&lt;br /&gt;im bloody tired . gotta work tomorrow . oh man .&lt;br /&gt;sigh . worked today .&lt;br /&gt;not supposed to work tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;wanted to chill with baby .&lt;br /&gt;but must help lynn . hahas . im nice .&lt;br /&gt;im about done with my summary .&lt;br /&gt;1/3 more to go . i hope its not crap man . omg .&lt;br /&gt;geeeeee . 20% . sucks . im so tired .&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue summarising tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;too drained . gotta recharge .&lt;br /&gt;adios people .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7523939273121215910?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7523939273121215910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7523939273121215910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7523939273121215910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7523939273121215910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/zombified.html' title='zombified.'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-9188977930370853762</id><published>2008-04-17T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:04:29.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>my dad threw away my personal sales report .&lt;br /&gt;wtf . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . so damn pissed .&lt;br /&gt;cant he just stay off my stuff . fsjdfkjsldfsjafkjsakfs !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the recommended text costs a bloody $60.70 .&lt;br /&gt;FUCK . so expensive for one thin thing . how to buy .&lt;br /&gt;zzzz . i am so broke can . no money .&lt;br /&gt;pay haven't come also . knn . super pissed .&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzz .&lt;br /&gt;sucks . freaking sucks .&lt;br /&gt;i feel so angry i can burst man . damn it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKKKKK .&lt;br /&gt;i miss baby .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-9188977930370853762?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/9188977930370853762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=9188977930370853762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/9188977930370853762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/9188977930370853762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5261171541125084703</id><published>2008-04-15T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:25:18.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>$$$</title><content type='html'>i want to save lots of money !!!&lt;br /&gt;need so much $$$ in the future .&lt;br /&gt;lol . degree , marriage , house , children .&lt;br /&gt;eh dont laugh ok . i am one who thinks about the future .&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;try &lt;/strong&gt;to plan . one more year and i'm an official adult already .&lt;br /&gt;there's no running away from it , and i dont want to run away from it .&lt;br /&gt;i wanna face it and make sure i do a good job of facing it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm . shall try to save at least 100 a month .&lt;br /&gt;may not be a lot , but still it's a good start .&lt;br /&gt;+ the 100 per month to AIA it's 200 .&lt;br /&gt;hahas . shall work hard . both at work and in school .&lt;br /&gt;and love hard because i wont forget baby !!!&lt;br /&gt;must make time for him .&lt;br /&gt;and next year when he ORD he's also gonna go out into the working world .&lt;br /&gt;may things be good for him and me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up may be scary , but it's part of life . and i accept it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5261171541125084703?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5261171541125084703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5261171541125084703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5261171541125084703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5261171541125084703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='$$$'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1748742221118481907</id><published>2008-04-12T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:08:21.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixed emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants .'/><title type='text'>yawwwwwwn .</title><content type='html'>ok i changed the skin .&lt;br /&gt;finally . JUEYING . yes your nagging finally did it . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;its similar to the previous one huh =p&lt;br /&gt;i like !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok . i am super tired .&lt;br /&gt;summarise yesterday and today , i finally have sales !!!&lt;br /&gt;after having 0 sales for 5 days at instores .&lt;br /&gt;gee . thanks to the promotion at robs .&lt;br /&gt;i managed to open sales . goody !!!&lt;br /&gt;now i wonder where i'll be working next week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's got duty tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;cant see him :(&lt;br /&gt;aww . and daddy mummy have gone to genting . will only be back on sunday .&lt;br /&gt;may they be safe (:&lt;br /&gt;and , school's reopening on monday .&lt;br /&gt;wow . i shall just say .. mixed feelings .&lt;br /&gt;ok really very tired . LOL . nights all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1748742221118481907?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1748742221118481907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1748742221118481907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1748742221118481907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1748742221118481907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/yawwwwwwn.html' title='yawwwwwwn .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3446233913400821137</id><published>2008-04-05T13:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:12:12.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuttiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROADSHOWS not instores .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants and more rants'/><title type='text'>zzzz</title><content type='html'>working mon tues thurs fri nex week .&lt;br /&gt;and i got all instores .&lt;br /&gt;at rob centrepoint .&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell !!!!! WHY ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;i thought at least will give me some roadshows .&lt;br /&gt;BUT . zzz i hate this word suddenly . stupid but .&lt;br /&gt;BUT . i have to be instore for 4 days .&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN . damn . i hate it .&lt;br /&gt;i have already been instore for the whole week .&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna be instore AGAIN for another week .&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GOING NUTS AT THE THOUGHT OF IT !!!&lt;br /&gt;no promotions . no crowd . no sales .&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz . nobody to talk to . time &lt;strong&gt;crawls&lt;/strong&gt; by slower than a snail's pace .&lt;br /&gt;omg !!!! i can go &lt;strong&gt;NUTS&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;zzzz . i want &lt;strong&gt;ROADSHOWS&lt;/strong&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ffsfsdfisofoisfusofufosofsodfsforuoeujsofuosfusiofiosofshfsfh !!!!&lt;br /&gt;pffffffttttt . ok don't mind me . i just need to vent out some frustrations .&lt;br /&gt;T________T  save meeeee !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3446233913400821137?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3446233913400821137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3446233913400821137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3446233913400821137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3446233913400821137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/04/zzzz.html' title='zzzz'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6237137882930855556</id><published>2008-03-30T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T21:34:56.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sincere prayers .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insecurities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fears'/><title type='text'>fears .</title><content type='html'>baby is in hospital .&lt;br /&gt;but he's being warded for a full body check up .&lt;br /&gt;thanks goodness . nothing much . well , finally he has a thorough one .&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully the doc gives him his hep B jab !!!&lt;br /&gt;i've been nagging him to get the jab for so long but he just refuses .&lt;br /&gt;so this time his sudden stay in the ward can actually be good for him .&lt;br /&gt;and with the full body checkup , maybe i can better set my mind at ease .&lt;br /&gt;gee . i'm forever worrying about him . yea yea i'm a born worrier .&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather prevent than cure , be safe than to be sorry .&lt;br /&gt;i want all my loved ones to be safe and healthy , and so i pray for them every night .&lt;br /&gt;my simple simple wish . my little way of protecting them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope baby can go home tomorrow . i can't stop worrying while he's still in there .&lt;br /&gt;and he's starving now , poor thing :(&lt;br /&gt;he didn't want me to visit him . wth . so angry at him just now .&lt;br /&gt;stubborn . now you starving la see . orbi . =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now he called to see he had to be warded , which really shocked me .&lt;br /&gt;i felt so scared even though he said it was nothing they just wanted to ward him for body checkup .&lt;br /&gt;so so SO scared . T___T&lt;br /&gt;faster get out of that place baby !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh . i got no mood to work tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;instore somemore . argh . i feeling so uneasy and all .&lt;br /&gt;there's so many rules and regulations , i hope i don't break any .&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna visit baby , and not work . :(&lt;br /&gt;but baby doesnt want . ARGH .&lt;br /&gt;i shall beat your pigu when i see you baby !!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;may everything go smoothly for me tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;may baby be &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;healthy&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;so that all my insecurities can stop now .&lt;br /&gt;stop stop stop . :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you baby . loads . &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6237137882930855556?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6237137882930855556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6237137882930855556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6237137882930855556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6237137882930855556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/03/fears.html' title='fears .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4369371012086024375</id><published>2008-03-27T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:29:07.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>D&amp;D !!!</title><content type='html'>didn't go to work today cos i wasn't feeling well ..&lt;br /&gt;gee . i'm 7 hours further away from clearing bond ! argh .&lt;br /&gt;shall chiong next week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note , there's gonna be a D&amp;amp;D soon !&lt;br /&gt;omg . hahas . sort of looking forward to it .&lt;br /&gt;BLING BLING THEME . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;dang , i don't have anything bling bling .&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno what to wear !!!&lt;br /&gt;IMAGE CONSULTANT PLEASE !!! *screams for sam*&lt;br /&gt;wahahas . =D&lt;br /&gt;and i got a super lame thought .&lt;br /&gt;our tiaras fit the bling bling theme to the max !&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE EVERYONE WEAR THERE . hahahahahahas .&lt;br /&gt;coolness to the max . ok i sound dumb . RAWR .&lt;br /&gt;please erase the previous lines from your memory .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*attempts to hypnotise*&lt;br /&gt;"you have never read what i said previously.... "&lt;br /&gt;omg . *slaps*&lt;br /&gt;ok im awake . gee . back to normal ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and , i met baby today !!! yay !!!&lt;br /&gt;havent seen him since monday . miss him so much .&lt;br /&gt;lalala ~ and i shall see him again tomorrow !!! (:&lt;br /&gt;xoxo baby ! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4369371012086024375?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4369371012086024375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4369371012086024375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4369371012086024375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4369371012086024375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/03/d.html' title='D&amp;D !!!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7779611183549246669</id><published>2008-03-14T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:32:53.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love .'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><title type='text'>yes !!!</title><content type='html'>woots !!!&lt;br /&gt;lady luck is really shining on me now (:&lt;br /&gt;my gpa has improved !!!&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever it has crossed the 3.0 mark !!! =D&lt;br /&gt;i wanna strive to continue improving it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd thing , i finally have a job !!! =D&lt;br /&gt;pray everything goes smoothly for me yea ^^&lt;br /&gt;i'm working at kawaii tokyo btw . hehe .&lt;br /&gt;i kinda float around .&lt;br /&gt;where they need staff , i go there .&lt;br /&gt;so .. it's gonna be hard on my pocket for my transport fees !&lt;br /&gt;but all the more i shall work harder !&lt;br /&gt;whooooohooo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7779611183549246669?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7779611183549246669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7779611183549246669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7779611183549246669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7779611183549246669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes.html' title='yes !!!'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-6228937996384408851</id><published>2008-03-10T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:43:01.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hopes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>life plays me out . real bad .</title><content type='html'>gee . life has been playing me out real bad this few weeks . &lt;div&gt;but i ain't gonna be defeated .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells . i hope kbox calls me soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess i can forget about hearing from the zoo anymore ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pray i get a job real soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;watched the last episode of bull fighting today .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it love it !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really &lt;3&gt; &lt;div&gt;hahahas . heartwarming and funny and kawaii ~&lt;br /&gt;and .. i really like this =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176122721805978354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R9VIMPMSyvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0xO-3COKoBA/s320/ilu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont ask me why . hahas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess it's because that scene was really sweetness to the max xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm sooo loving they kiss again . awwww . &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-6228937996384408851?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/6228937996384408851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=6228937996384408851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6228937996384408851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/6228937996384408851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-plays-me-out-real-bad.html' title='life plays me out . real bad .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R9VIMPMSyvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0xO-3COKoBA/s72-c/ilu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-3436382967057689817</id><published>2008-03-06T12:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:22:37.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.rants.andMORE.rants.'/><title type='text'>bahhh . idiots .</title><content type='html'>ok i've been on such a long hiatus since my last post , and it's gonna be an unhappy one . ):&lt;br /&gt;first time i lost my job . or make it second . but the first time i lost my job without any reason , and not knowing whether its my fault or .... ?&lt;br /&gt;gahh . what a year .&lt;br /&gt;i think 2008 just dislikes me .&lt;br /&gt;losing two jobs , and a wallet to accompany it .&lt;br /&gt;just how unlucky can i get still ?&lt;br /&gt;i still believe good luck always comes after bad luck though , so please , treat me better 2008 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well , im sure boycotting the brand now .&lt;br /&gt;the singapore one , i shall continue getting online from overseas . cheaper somemore . idiots .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they announced it in front of quite a lot of people ? what's that supposed to mean . bloody hell . we do have some pride and dignity alright . and to sentence us without giving any reason . gee . i'm still mad over this . )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall SO NOT buy anything from shi***** singapore . ever .&lt;br /&gt;hoho . not that they'll suffer any loss of course .&lt;br /&gt;just gives me some sense of satisfaction la , at least i'm not taking it without a fight =p&lt;br /&gt;and pesky me , bought a shampoo of that brand right after last day ended .&lt;br /&gt;LOL . they don't bring it in , but other shops do !&lt;br /&gt;hohoho . gives me such a kick . =D&lt;br /&gt;but still , i feel so .. unfairly treated :(&lt;br /&gt;yea yea , fl as well . gee , what kinda logic is that man .&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean girl . hahas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case , it's their loss , not mine .&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalala .&lt;br /&gt;so im officially jobless again , any kind soul with job lobangs to offer ?&lt;br /&gt;hehe . im still looking around though , but it doesnt hurt to have a few more options .&lt;br /&gt;anyway , i'm gonna be meeting baby today !!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i've never seen him for so long la , because of the stupid job .&lt;br /&gt;may everything go smoothly for me from now on (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and , 8 more days to results day .&lt;br /&gt;or rather , judgement day .&lt;br /&gt;haha ! i hope i do well . *prays*&lt;br /&gt;i hope the whole of 2do2 does well ! (:&lt;br /&gt;i love those girls man . &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEE . i just realised when typing the post labels ,&lt;br /&gt;the word RANTS is made up of RATS and ANTS .&lt;br /&gt;pests . no wonder the word rant . HAHA .&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm making sense -.-&lt;br /&gt;because it's starting to make less sense to me .&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh . very random , i know . =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-3436382967057689817?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/3436382967057689817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=3436382967057689817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3436382967057689817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/3436382967057689817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/03/bahhh-idiots.html' title='bahhh . idiots .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5716926779635389495</id><published>2008-02-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:48:23.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovetalk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thelove'/><title type='text'>happy 1 year and 6 months &lt;3</title><content type='html'>happy 1 and a half years of love baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and many more to come .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love you loads (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5716926779635389495?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5716926779635389495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5716926779635389495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5716926779635389495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5716926779635389495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-1-year-and-6-months-3.html' title='happy 1 year and 6 months &lt;3'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-5556344357877838829</id><published>2008-01-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T23:52:41.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they say a picture speaks a thousand words .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;err . mine has pictures + some words . so does it mean thousand over words ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL . ok i think i have been doing too many assignments and meeting too many word limits . =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right . here goes . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151648915030152882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35VZMPmFrI/AAAAAAAAADM/phgFlQOq_a4/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151649129778517698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35VlsPmFsI/AAAAAAAAADU/jET5xuj_rb0/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151649280102373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35VucPmFtI/AAAAAAAAADc/fYmfwaKJ8oA/s320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151649520620541666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35V8cPmFuI/AAAAAAAAADk/-LchKyUfzpg/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151649645174593266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35WDsPmFvI/AAAAAAAAADs/8PXQD1Udpd0/s320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-5556344357877838829?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/5556344357877838829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=5556344357877838829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5556344357877838829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/5556344357877838829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/01/pictures.html' title='pictures .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R35VZMPmFrI/AAAAAAAAADM/phgFlQOq_a4/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-224264713884074191</id><published>2008-01-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:42:27.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SRB'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>first post for this year .&lt;br /&gt;well ive got tons to blog aobut , but i dont have the time .&lt;br /&gt;pics will come up soon .. yea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello to 2008 .&lt;br /&gt;goodbye SRB and 2007 .&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful fireworks marked an eventful but sad closing oof SRB .&lt;br /&gt;goodbye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-224264713884074191?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/224264713884074191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=224264713884074191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/224264713884074191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/224264713884074191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-4643838474383676751</id><published>2007-12-24T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:19:24.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shunki matsuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teletubby'/><title type='text'>shunki matsuo</title><content type='html'>i got a haircut yesterday !&lt;br /&gt;hoho . at shunki matsuo .&lt;br /&gt;expensive , but worth the money =p&lt;br /&gt;come on , it's christmas !!! (tomorrow, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe . before that , on saturday , i was telling baby i wanted to get a haircut .&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand the horrible messy mane anymore !!!&lt;br /&gt;well , baby told me to go to shunji matsuo .&lt;br /&gt;omg !!! and i was thinking of going there all along la .&lt;br /&gt;we have telepathy ^^&lt;br /&gt;or , as baby says it , "&lt;strong&gt;teletubby&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's christmas already .&lt;br /&gt;i love christmas !!! :D&lt;br /&gt;the season of love ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE EVERYONE ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-4643838474383676751?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/4643838474383676751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=4643838474383676751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4643838474383676751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/4643838474383676751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2007/12/shunki-matsuo.html' title='shunki matsuo'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-1073445746493463500</id><published>2007-12-14T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:52:44.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck it all .'/><title type='text'>fuck .</title><content type='html'>forever left out .&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i try .&lt;br /&gt;fine if i aint appreciated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's new tell me . what's new ?&lt;br /&gt;stick it through another year and i'm free .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;people never do appreciate me , never do care .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only you baby . &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the only other person except baby who appreciated me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;made me feel like i do exist .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or i THOUGHT . well . i was proven wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hah . &lt;em&gt;apart&lt;/em&gt; , not &lt;strong&gt;a part&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think i grew up eating glass . wow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-1073445746493463500?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/1073445746493463500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=1073445746493463500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1073445746493463500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/1073445746493463500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2007/12/fuck.html' title='fuck .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-7186489022809088071</id><published>2007-11-21T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T16:55:00.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet tooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>hehe .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know i know .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i rarely update .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bcos there's nothing much to update , and i'm just plain lazy =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and busy too . T____T so many assignments .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway . let the pics do the talking yea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;19th Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;outing with sammi to far east .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not much loot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my only damage was at skinfood .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahas . i kinda love that place .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its products .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT THE PRICES THOUGH .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we had dinner at nydc :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135209275550430786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PtoOx5dkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WIN8Tbsn6QE/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dreamy sammi after superb baked rice . see the cute dog behind ? reminds me of that doggy from the old dog food commercial . HAHA .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135209992809969250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PuR-x5dmI/AAAAAAAAACU/Q29pJ8Xhsy4/s320/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my Mochalicious Deluxe . yummy !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135210250508007026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0Pug-x5dnI/AAAAAAAAACc/R4EJ9EgmHLg/s320/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's 1/4 finished . i was too full !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135210529680881282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PuxOx5doI/AAAAAAAAACk/CCvucn0Z3kM/s320/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;sammi's almost finished boney cake . hahahahas .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love nydc . hahas . so long since i've ate there (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fabulous baked rice and mudpies !!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;20th Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy's company dinner .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the whole family had to go . it was at kuishinbo at suntec tower 1 .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice food !!! hahahas . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they had this damn funny song playing every at 1 hour or something interval .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOLness .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135211886890546834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PwAOx5dpI/AAAAAAAAACs/p8V-n-5pG5o/s320/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;THEY HAVE THIS AT EVERY TABLE .&lt;br /&gt;o.O Japs are funny people . hahahas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135212170358388386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PwQux5dqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6ecDRwzmp9U/s320/DSC00974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Desserts !! yesyes my favourite . and the tiramisu and mango pudding and strawberry cake was AWESOMEEEEE . drooling anyone ? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135212526840673970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0Pwlex5drI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lv8gV1V5_is/s320/DSC00975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yesyes . the tiramisu . MY LOVE ! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135212775948777154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0Pwz-x5dsI/AAAAAAAAADE/IYQlvNWJlEU/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was too full . hahahas .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i realise i forgot to take pics of the FOOD .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nevermind .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your eyes cant feast on them anyway =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby's free on friday ~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe we can go out .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i finish my assignments though . &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-7186489022809088071?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/7186489022809088071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=7186489022809088071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7186489022809088071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/7186489022809088071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehe.html' title='hehe .'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/R0PtoOx5dkI/AAAAAAAAACE/WIN8Tbsn6QE/s72-c/DSC00964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7380746.post-8641495557860925142</id><published>2007-10-31T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:16:34.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love .'/><title type='text'>happy birthday sammi (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/RyhHrGNJ1JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QmiDdP6qq9A/s1600-h/DSC00897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127426981487039634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/RyhHrGNJ1JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QmiDdP6qq9A/s320/DSC00897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to sammi dearest (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you love it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos i love it too !!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7380746-8641495557860925142?l=starsandheartx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/feeds/8641495557860925142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7380746&amp;postID=8641495557860925142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8641495557860925142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7380746/posts/default/8641495557860925142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsandheartx.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-sammi.html' title='happy birthday sammi (:'/><author><name>ZiQi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-37XyyKKRL4/RyhHrGNJ1JI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QmiDdP6qq9A/s72-c/DSC00897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
