<?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-5274413059298089325</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:33:54.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, honestly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6885489739474319188</id><published>2008-02-20T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:31:36.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INVESTITURE SOUVENIR CRISIS! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really, depressing. If you knew how much effort went behind making the souvenirs, you'd think the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling horribly bad towards those who sacrificed their free time to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things could have been a lot worse, so while the souvenirs may not be perfect, they are still the products of our efforts, resilience and team work. And I'm still proud of them :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully the guests will feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you guys, don't be so self-absorbed. As much as what you're doing is important, spare a thought for the ones around you. Don't implicate and trouble others simply because you are too caught up with your &lt;u&gt;downright&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;important&lt;/em&gt; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not right. And not worth hurting others over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-6885489739474319188?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6885489739474319188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6885489739474319188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6885489739474319188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6885489739474319188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/investiture-souvenir-crisis-d-just-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3404935818603249479</id><published>2008-02-18T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:25:37.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick &amp;amp; at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad thing, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the sleep I need, and the extra time to study for Geog in-class assignment (which is basically a test, with a less intimidating/dreaded name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to mentally prepare myself for the influx of assignments that I need to catch up on tomorrow, and bear with the memory of my temporary blindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I shall spare you guys the account of my disrupted vision today. Basically, I am guessing that my migraine condition has brought about implications to my eyesight, kinda seriously from the looks of it. But of course, I won't know for sure until my appointment with the eye doctor @ NUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping all will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, time for more &lt;em&gt;Plate Boundaries and their Resultant Landforms!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3404935818603249479?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3404935818603249479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3404935818603249479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3404935818603249479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3404935818603249479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/sick-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-5579500701574925473</id><published>2008-02-17T13:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:56:56.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'M &lt;u&gt;SICK&lt;/u&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with fever, I'm sure, although it comes and goes, but my mum insists that all I need is some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest? With all the homework that I still have left to do? I seriously doubt I'll be getting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel horrible. Horribly horrible. You know, the light-headedness, the weakness in the limbs and the constant cold perspiration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to spin up a 30-page report in this vulnerable state?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STUPID MOUSE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-5579500701574925473?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/5579500701574925473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=5579500701574925473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5579500701574925473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5579500701574925473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick-d-im-down-with-fever-im-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-7483387161871842502</id><published>2008-02-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:05:34.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. So people change their impressions of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead. I'm trying not to bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if you don't see me worthy of your significance then there's no reason why I should be affected by what you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you obviously don't care enough to realise that your thoughts hurt me. Pick up some sensitivity, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're forsaking a friendship simply because of a single incident, then that doesn't say much about your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about V's Day, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-7483387161871842502?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/7483387161871842502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=7483387161871842502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/7483387161871842502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/7483387161871842502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6664203856257863598</id><published>2008-02-13T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:46:10.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY this year: The usual stoning at relatives' houses (only, much more boring, and less satisfying in terms of food and money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then the insane rush to complete very nearly over-due homework on the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, I hope, explains my serious lack of updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only memorable experience was meeting up with primary school friends, looking up ex-teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8oniZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e7WZOBaUWVE/s1600-h/6a04_2008_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172990594022413970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8oniZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e7WZOBaUWVE/s200/6a04_2008_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Playing 终极密码 (with oranges peeled by Rousi's bare hands &lt;em&gt;and &lt;u&gt;nails&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as punishment)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8om4J8kloI/AAAAAAAAABw/SY8mCYi9I_0/s1600-h/6a04_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8o0BJ8klqI/AAAAAAAAACA/dg4ZAmDYfrc/s1600-h/6a04_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173004316442924706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8o0BJ8klqI/AAAAAAAAACA/dg4ZAmDYfrc/s200/6a04_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Squeezing into 1 neoprint machine with 11 others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And going back to the same void deck @ Block 101 to play games like &lt;strong&gt;ELOPE&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Pirates of the Carribean&lt;/em&gt; movie marathon on the 2nd day was enjoyable too, WITH the exception of the ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, getting to meet up only once every DECADE? That's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess all the awesome fighting sequences do make up for that upsetting curse which Will is bound with for eternity, so.... Okay, I still love POTC :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mood has been terrible so far, but I'm sensing that things will change in the days to come! Quite a few exciting events for me to look foward to, if I can survive the suffocating amount of work assigned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I shall! :D&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/5274413059298089325-6664203856257863598?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6664203856257863598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6664203856257863598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6664203856257863598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6664203856257863598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny-this-year-usual-stoning-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R8oniZ8klpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/e7WZOBaUWVE/s72-c/6a04_2008_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-4797490414406706243</id><published>2008-02-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:46:11.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Migraine today D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horrible, horrible one. Horrible not because it hurt, but because it didn't hurt enough for me to throw up, so it just lingered on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it still hasn't gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm stranded in school because I didn't have enough sense to bring along a set of house keys with me. Can't blame me though: &lt;em&gt;Once bitten, twice shy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, did I mention that I've finally got my hands on &lt;em&gt;Midnight Alley&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE I DID!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week, actually. Thanks to Eileen, who didn't mind my agonised ramblings about how I couldn't find the book and who also didn't find it offending to have to walk down the same street 4 times :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finished the book in 4 hours flat, inclusive of dinner time (I had no choice - my granny threatened to throw the book out of the window). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's just... wow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Limited vocabulary, sorry! But there's no way I could have done it justice if I tried to describe just how unbelievably good it is anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it'd suffice to say that I've fallen in love with a fictional character, haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHANE COLLINS &lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Glass too, though not as much. Maybe it's 'cos when I first read about him, he was half-dead, and now, he's a vampire. A &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; vampire though, look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R6glv7ZxypI/AAAAAAAAABY/G_nd9PVYJGI/s1600-h/feastoffools_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163418478110165650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R6glv7ZxypI/AAAAAAAAABY/G_nd9PVYJGI/s320/feastoffools_sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... I'd think it's safer to be in a relationship with someone who wouldn't go ballistic and suck your blood :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;Feast of Fools&lt;/em&gt; will be out on 3rd June! In America, anyway. It'd be a miracle if it'd be available in Singapore that fast. I had to travel to (almost) the other side of Singapore just to get &lt;em&gt;Midnight Alley. &lt;/em&gt;No &lt;em&gt;Dead Girls' Dance&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Glass Houses&lt;/em&gt; on sale even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have to resort to online shopping but I'm not exactly sure how that is supposed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an update from Rachel Caine saying that she will be starting work on &lt;em&gt;Lord of Misrule&lt;/em&gt; in March :D As well as an invitation of sorts to vote for the character that I'd like to see on the book cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsurprisingly, I voted for SHAAAAAANE, who ultimately won with a result of 55.6% :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-4797490414406706243?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/4797490414406706243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=4797490414406706243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4797490414406706243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4797490414406706243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/migraine-today-d-horrible-horrible-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/R6glv7ZxypI/AAAAAAAAABY/G_nd9PVYJGI/s72-c/feastoffools_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-2891576121482114613</id><published>2008-02-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T16:21:14.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remember myself, just a couple of days ago, complaining to er, myself, how it seems I have nothing to look forward to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year was definitely an exciting year for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In chronological order,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANK @ HCJC&lt;br /&gt;JJ: 西界 album&lt;br /&gt;HP: DH&lt;br /&gt;HP: OOTP (movie)&lt;br /&gt;JJ Party II&lt;br /&gt;S-Pop Opening Concert Recording&lt;br /&gt;Westlife: Back Home album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were just the highlights. And this year, besides the HP: HBP movie in NOVEMBER, there didn't seem to be anything for me to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it felt wierd. Like, I was just passing each day without any goal in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these aren't suppose to be the &lt;strong&gt;REASON(s) FOR MY LIVING&lt;/strong&gt;. But hey, they make my life &lt;em&gt;waaaaay&lt;/em&gt; more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, I've come to realise that there are so many things for me to countdown to that I think I'm pretty much going to burst in excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来我不帅&lt;br /&gt;Morganville Vamps: Feast of Fools (3rd June)&lt;br /&gt;Twilight: Breaking Dawn (2008 Fall)&lt;br /&gt;Twilight: Midnight Sun&lt;br /&gt;Twilight movie (ft. Robert Pattinson as Edward!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably JJ's new album and PERHAPS, a concert too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN, HOW EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Westlife is going to take a one-year break 'cos it'd be great if there was something concerning them that I could look foward to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I need to start saving up if I actually intend to get all those stuff that I've listed. It's going to cost a bomb, those things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worth it, most certainly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the clothes I've shopped for :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are nice yeah, but somewhat inferior to those I got last year. And I've only got 4 this time around, 2 of which are tops, so &lt;em&gt;huh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than nothing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prospect of CNY makes up for the dampened mood :D Can't wait till this time tomorrow 'cos it's going to be a long, long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed that I will get through it fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-2891576121482114613?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/2891576121482114613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=2891576121482114613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2891576121482114613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2891576121482114613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-remember-myself-just-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6447251647919979138</id><published>2008-02-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:22:56.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I slept till 1pm! I'm such a pig :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no. I woke up at 9, then went back to sleep. On and off till 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aiyaaaa, slacking once in a while doesn't hurt. And I &lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt; the sleep anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with me drowning in all the proposals, proposals and proposals - i.e. proposals for SIAs, proposals for Council and proposals for CCA. Sleepovers @ LH's house are turning out to be for the sole purpose of writing/editing/vetting proposals. Which is not fun! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like my life is revolving around proposals now. My sole reason for living, &lt;em&gt;snorts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tuition last night killed me. I wasn't even thinking straight, even Rousi could tell. But I'm relieved over the fact that whatever I'm learning in school finally coincides with what is being taught in tuition. So less confusion, more improvement :D That's what I hope anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I slacked the whole of today. And I know I'll come to regret soon if I don't get on with work like, NOW, but I don't really care that much at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly 'cos such restful time is hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also the fact that Daniel Radcliffe &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; a girlfriend, of which I only just found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the emphasis on &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt;, 'cos they've already broken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I'm still that teeny weeny bit affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I know I shouldn't 'cos the chances of me even &lt;strong&gt;meeting&lt;/strong&gt; him is practically nil. And I'm only obsessed with him due to his role as my fave boy wiz, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, depressions aside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY in 4 days' time! New clothes, truckloads of food AND MONEYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brightens up my mood alright :D Should be going out shopping tomorrow for my new clothes. Will definitely be looking out for potential dresses for GRACES too. Might as well get everything taken care off since my mum will be footing the bill, no? HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a probable 6A outing on CNY eve :D Hopefully someone will be good enough to plan one, then I can meet y'all! Actually, if we can't think of anything to do, there's always that HDB flat we hung out the last time. And play silly, lame games like &lt;em&gt;Blow wind, blow&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Concentration&lt;/em&gt; and guessing those nonsensical questions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relive the good ol' &lt;em&gt;Primary&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;School&lt;/em&gt; days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-6447251647919979138?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6447251647919979138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6447251647919979138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6447251647919979138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6447251647919979138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-slept-till-1pm-im-such-pig-o-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3603936093774954536</id><published>2008-02-01T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:27:41.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She knows my name! &lt;em&gt;Dangggggggg.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos in the event when no one in class bothers to respond to her questions, she'll call &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The problem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly the most attentive student during Biology lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND URGH, EYEBALL DISECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of it still nauseates me :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly suspect the eyeball I got came from an elderly pig. 'Cos instead of being white, it was plastered with black-coloured identified, er... stuff. With eyelashes still intact =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And earlier on, I wasn't able to locate the eyeball 'cos it was wrapped up with thickkkkk fats! It was crazy trying to cut out the fats to &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; the eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it kept &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;deflating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which made disection tougher 'cos I had to (bloody hell) squeeze the eyeball so as to keep it firm enough for me to cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck, yuck, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN, when the eyeball is completely severed, BLACK LIQUID STARTS FLOWING OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm lucky it didn't &lt;strong&gt;squirt&lt;/strong&gt; out, like some my friends' did :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, a traumatic experience. I'm glad I fell sick when we had to dissect pigs' hearts last year. Imagine all the blood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3603936093774954536?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3603936093774954536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3603936093774954536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3603936093774954536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3603936093774954536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-knows-my-name-dangggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6969123536151824969</id><published>2008-01-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:42:34.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cleverly left my specs at home this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;, everything was just a blur to me the entire day today. And all the teachers uncannily decided to use the visualiser at a time when I was pretty much blind. But that was fine with me, especially so during SIL, what with all the terrible pictures from WW2 (although I genuinely enjoyed the talk, despite it being a little depressing). I needed to block things out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doodling has become my new hobby for 2008. I have a book dedicated just for that purpose, and it's a lifesaver - my tendency to &lt;em&gt;orbit&lt;/em&gt; in class is getting a little out of hand :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing out song lyrics from memory is also a good way to keep awake in class if you must know. Today, alone, I've covered &lt;em&gt;Us Against the World &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;If I Let You Go. &lt;/em&gt;I might work on JJ's songs the next time, since recalling Chinese characters requires more concentration, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get on with work: a new proposal has just come in, in addition to the June Camp proposal (due 10pm tonight), Chemistry WS on Alkenes and Mathematics WS on Log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to solve the case of the disappearing Pilot Rexgrip pens =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my Chemistry WS in class, AGAIN! But good news! I'm done with June Camp proposal and Math :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently struggling with nitty, gritty, insignificantly significant stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ironic, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-6969123536151824969?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6969123536151824969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6969123536151824969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6969123536151824969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6969123536151824969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cleverly-left-my-specs-at-home-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3515459398449096939</id><published>2008-01-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:05:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hurrah! &lt;em&gt;Midnight Alley&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; available in Singapore! Just not in the places I've been scavenging =.=&lt;br /&gt;Plus it only costs $10, give or take a few cents. And THAT, is really good news, 'cos cash has been that &lt;em&gt;teeny weeny little&lt;/em&gt; tight for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sooooo going to buy it. Definitely getting &lt;em&gt;Glass Houses&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Dead Girls' Dance&lt;/em&gt; while at it too :D&lt;/p&gt;This is the kind of excitement that I desperately need to keep me going :D To have something to look forward to while I slog my way out of all the work I'm drowning in - which hasn't quite lessened despite keeping myself locked up at home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm now confident enough to say that I actually do prefer &lt;em&gt;Morganville&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;. No haters, please. You know I still love the latter. Just not as much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need someone to accompany me to Takaaaaaaa! Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3515459398449096939?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3515459398449096939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3515459398449096939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3515459398449096939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3515459398449096939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/hurrah-midnight-alley-is-available-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-210259532139711686</id><published>2008-01-27T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:19:33.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was to get it done by 8am, when I only got to know about it at almost 11pm. I guess it is my fault that I didn't religiously read every line in the message. It is all part of the job, I should have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what really baffles me here is, what's the point in rushing? Why the need to get things done asap at the expense of the quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the quality of the ideas submitted are bound to be jeopardised, if you could see the deranged states people were in trying to come up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to some people, I'm just whiney and simply too weak to take a few nights without sufficient sleep. Or that I'm not noble enough to give back whatever had been given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, let's be fair, I've done my part so far and I will continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not exactly pleased with the way we're made to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Busy to the extent that it's getting ridiculous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Allyssa, just shut up about the complaints and get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-210259532139711686?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/210259532139711686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=210259532139711686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/210259532139711686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/210259532139711686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-to-get-it-done-by-8am-when-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-5147655109020511350</id><published>2008-01-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:31:34.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Productivity is at an all-time low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has left me in a horribly less-than-perfect mood, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it is the realisation that my Chemistry worksheets are nicely tucked under my desk in school. Then the startling fact that I couldn't find my Geography assignment. After which is the guilt of having not replaced my lost Math textbook. And finally, the revelation that HE DID NOT RECEIVE MY ESSAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy after tragedy - a heart can only take so much, you know. So, dread is consuming me, and I'm letting it. It's hard to get started on my own. I NEED MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads of it&lt;/strong&gt;, 'cos the prospect of having to spin out a 4-page essay out of nothingness is just... devastating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let alone having to do more than that =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG, BIG THANK YOU TO CCA, MATT, CHOONY AND KAEYUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have friends like you guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I just realised that I can strangle myself with my own hair o.O&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A HAIRCUT LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-5147655109020511350?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/5147655109020511350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=5147655109020511350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5147655109020511350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5147655109020511350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/productivity-is-at-all-time-low.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-4167391524243464226</id><published>2008-01-26T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:23:57.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The dark times are overrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe Cheng Aik and Yen Jin, BIG TIME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kendra too, even if she didn't exactly know what was happening, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are just no answers to &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;. The things I'm doing? Well, they are just what I &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to do, whether or not I like to. And just because I deem the things that I'm doing to be trivial, it doesn't mean that I can just give up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These are my reponsibility, what I've been entrusted with and I just have to fulfill them, happy or not. I've chosen to take up a position, and I just have to live up to it, even if it means being busy. Even if it means being busy despite not enjoying so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to learn to like what I'm doing. Nothing else is going to make things any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in self-pity especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-4167391524243464226?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/4167391524243464226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=4167391524243464226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4167391524243464226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4167391524243464226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-times-are-overrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6699021145782067618</id><published>2008-01-25T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:16:13.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems like all the pent-up frustraion and fatigue was too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden depression took me by surprise. I remember saying, just this year, that I liked the feeling of being busy, that being occupied made me feel as if I'm actually, really, living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that way, I guess. But when things get so hectic to the extent that every living minute I have is spent worrying over matters in my hands, it all just gets too.. overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 days, I didn't even have time to eat and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse when I'm busy but find myself not achieving anything. That is much too agonising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I busy for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thirst for a sense of satistfaction? The need for a reassurance that I'm significant? WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm thinking too much (as I always do), and blowing things out of proportion. But the fact remains that I'm losing my drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All a little too soon, even if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all boils down to where my passion lies. And whether or not I'm enjoying what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure I have been, until today. It's like suddenly losing control over myself, no longer being able to keep my emotions in check, and finding myself utterly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if &lt;u&gt;living&lt;/u&gt; took on a whole new meaning for me overnight. When I question myself what I'm doing and why, I can't seem to provide a fair-enough answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sort this out soon. I don't like this feeling, this feeling of not knowing what I'm doing, and not liking what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the frustration that I'm experiencing... Am I missing out on something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, watching &lt;em&gt;Flags of our Fathers&lt;/em&gt; has made me feel that whatever it is I'm doing is insignificant. Like I'm not making any difference despite slogging hard for all that I'm tasked with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, simply because the harsh cruelty of mankind has just left me bewildered and hurt, and the emotions I'm experiencing are but a part of what I have to go through as I struggle to accept what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-6699021145782067618?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6699021145782067618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6699021145782067618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6699021145782067618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6699021145782067618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/seems-like-all-pent-up-frustraion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-5954330918277079290</id><published>2008-01-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:29:59.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAW REMUS TODAY! @ HCI HSC Investiture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have seen Cheng Aik as well if he came to say &lt;em&gt;hi&lt;/em&gt;, but clearly that meanpok decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy was there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt I have mentioned this before, but it's genuinely nice and heart-warming meeting ex-classmates, especially when it triggers off all the wonderful and sweet memories in primary school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But clearly not so much when they (actually, it's stupid Remus) start talking about scary stories of their school. Such as Japanese killing babies in the room behind the hall of their school or how 3 seniors went into the clock tower and never returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My poor, poor heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good I was with the rest of the EXCO, so ha, I felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that probably also meant we were immensely &lt;em&gt;eye-catching&lt;/em&gt; in yellow, but hey, too bad, we're unique :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It definitely feels good going for investitures in such a big group. Helps with the nerves a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally un-related note, I like chatting with Cheng Aik on MSN :D Sometimes it's pure crap, at others, it's pretty enlightening :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA:&lt;/strong&gt; I think maybe start by finding out what excites you most, and allows you to have undying energy in that particular area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleep, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCA:&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;Actually to think about it, true. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleep now. And clearly this is one of those crap-filled conversations we have. Lotsa fun, still :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-5954330918277079290?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/5954330918277079290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=5954330918277079290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5954330918277079290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/5954330918277079290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/saw-remus-today-hci-hsc-investiture-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3498325950096573627</id><published>2008-01-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:00:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived! Survived this horribly long and taxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What felt like one anyway - a psychological effect of my awfully sleep-deprived state, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was still a difficult day to endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when a lack of rest normally results in a ridiculously high tendency for me plunge into serious moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't offend anyone (eh, particularly the two people sitting beside me). I couldn't help it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's over, I guess I don't resent LH and Hern as much for keeping me awake more than half the night. But I guess it is also my fault that I couldn't bring myself to leave LH in a state of distress and panic, and go to sleep myself. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proposal amounted to a total of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;105&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pages - staggering, eh? Hern doesn't think so! - and printing it was &lt;u&gt;hell&lt;/u&gt;. LH's printer didn't exactly respond well (i.e. jams) when she feeds it with too many pieces of paper at once, so we had to keep refilling paper while it prints. Then, we realised that, no matter how many (or few, in this case) papers we put in, the printer still jams practically very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to print the proposal alone robbed us of 45 minutes of sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the printer was &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMOKING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about the number of papers we wasted just by (not) jamming the printer. What a sin, gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak, less than 3 hours of sleep a day really doesn't make it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I managed to stay up the entire night during CNY last year to watch the entire &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it makes a difference what you do when you're supposed to be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I suppose so. It applies to me, for sure :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3498325950096573627?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3498325950096573627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3498325950096573627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3498325950096573627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3498325950096573627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-survived-survived-this-horribly-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-9111074800225135417</id><published>2008-01-20T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:30:31.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a couple of things bugging me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of which is the fact that my appetite has been going all weird lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be able to eat anything in the morning - I'll just get queasy and end up throwing up. Now, my standard breakfast includes a burger (ham and egg) with a packet of Milo from the snack stall in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'll still feel hungry after that :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thursday, however, I hardly had anything to fill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday: a slice of bread and 1 banana&lt;br /&gt;Today: 1 &lt;em&gt;cheekueh &lt;/em&gt;and a few mouthfuls of porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling as full as I can possibly be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall see if my appetite comes back to me in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other &lt;em&gt;bugger&lt;/em&gt; (this, I think requires most attention) will be how I'm constantly think about gorgeous vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's totally, not normal. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, vampires don't exist. Well, I hope not. Secondly, if they did exist, they are probably evil and dangerous, not kind and lovely like Michael Glass and Edward Cullen. Let alone handsome and totally irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this obsession is going out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do: I'm in love with Michael and Edward :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this realisation that hey, people are moving on. Not a bad thing for sure, but then why does it make me feel so... inadequate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably thinking too much into things. I should be happy for them, since clearly, doing otherwise would just cause more suffering. But couldn't they have at least given some form of... advanced warning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad about this, neh. I know better than to be because it's best for everyone. Or maybe I just think too highly of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, people move on, it's what's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have, too. Deleted it, and I realised, it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm moving on too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-9111074800225135417?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/9111074800225135417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=9111074800225135417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/9111074800225135417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/9111074800225135417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-couple-of-things-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3740624817891631019</id><published>2008-01-19T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:30:20.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I go overly obsessed over something, I normally find it hard to do anything else but indulge in whatever it is that has interested me at the mo'. And sometimes, it kind of scares me :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Thursday, I was pretty sure that I'd grab any free time I have – which isn't a lot – to get some shut-eye to make up for all the sleep that I've lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, however, when I've finally gotten my hands on &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;, I practically &lt;i&gt;camped&lt;/i&gt; in the classroom until 6pm just because I couldn't wait till I get home to start reading it. I skipped dinner that night :\&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naturally, I turned up in school zombie-fied the next day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I finally got the chance to start reading &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, I didn't want to stop, staying up till 1am to finish it (despite being extremely gonked out) and then waking up at 8am that very same morning to start on &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just finished it. And that's like, 3 books in 21 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, that's quite an accomplishment. It just goes to prove how extraordinarily wonderful the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean: Romance, excitement &amp;amp; sadness all rolled into one - what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each book was almost as thick as any of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I'm actually surprised at my sudden diverted obsession to another book series from &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HP&lt;/span&gt;. And it was with such... ease. I feel like I'm being disloyal or something :\ Still, I think it's a good thing that I've something to go crazy now that there would be no more sequels to my most beloved story. At least I won't feel so hollow this way :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ol' how, I needa stop being so... obsessed. I'm starting to think it's getting pretty unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Especially since, looking back, I realised that I have only eaten a slice of bread and one banana with &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milo&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the past 24 hours. I'm amazed at how I'm not writhing in hunger yet. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I will, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now, I'm just so bothered by Jacob hurting that it feels I'll never feel right again... :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3740624817891631019?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3740624817891631019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3740624817891631019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3740624817891631019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3740624817891631019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-i-go-overly-obsessed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-8295461887767030783</id><published>2008-01-16T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:45:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in an attempt to revive my blog! I didn't actually realise that I've abandoned it for months. Guess I've been busy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm, it's already been 16 days into the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been, weird. Meaning, it still hasn't really quite sunk in that I'm now a Secondary 4 student. Or maybe I have, but I just don't get the true meaning behind it. It's almost the same as studying last year, only with an increased workload from Council now that I'm in the EXCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing fairly well as HRC head, or at least I hope so. Nothing bad has cropped up so far, and I'm really glad. I haven't been exactly confident that I will live up to the job, especially after Elaine had raised the standards so incredibly high last year. I'm doing my best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA is getting more and more enjoyable as each session passes. It feels great and I no longer feel out of place like I had last year. I actually find myself looking forward to CCA this year. And I think it's a really good start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of graduating this year is oddly discomforting for some reasons. Like, I have no idea what to expect next, and it's daunting me. The fact that I'm turning 16 this year shocked me a little too. Not that I resented getting older, but it just felt like it was all coming too soon, and I don't feel prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have no idea what kind of occupation I'd like to take up. I feel so... lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-8295461887767030783?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/8295461887767030783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=8295461887767030783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/8295461887767030783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/8295461887767030783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-with-new-blogskin-in-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3947618901404921184</id><published>2007-10-14T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:09:27.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOjK4nRuqZU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOjK4nRuqZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-POP TV RECORDING&lt;br /&gt;16 OCT 2007 TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;6PM - 9PM&lt;br /&gt;MEDIACORP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I'M GOING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3947618901404921184?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3947618901404921184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3947618901404921184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3947618901404921184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3947618901404921184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/10/s-pop-tv-recording-16-oct-2007-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-4474590990001757893</id><published>2007-10-13T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T01:10:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;林俊杰完美歌喉!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbFs-_D6-uQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xbFs-_D6-uQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See why I love him so much? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;林俊杰被指名单挑!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RMsFbQJxNIw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RMsFbQJxNIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="180" width="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious who is better :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-4474590990001757893?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/4474590990001757893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=4474590990001757893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4474590990001757893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4474590990001757893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/10/see-why-i-love-him-so-much-d-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-4988502743263779939</id><published>2007-10-13T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:07:06.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been 2 weeks since I temporarily abandoned my blog to concentrate on my EOY revision :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no complaints there, 'cos I'm really glad that it's all over. I'm better off without sleepless nights and anxiety rushes. I'm sure my brain agrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have already been given back 5 out of the 7 papers over the past two days and I must say, I've done much better than I expected :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for IH, cos I've finally passed it! :D And a little more than that actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Toh is satisfied with my Math results too! My parents as well :D I'm personally pretty proud of myself for having done better than how I believe I will fare for it. It's quite an accomplishment for a Math-hater like me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I'm quite hopeful that I will be able to pass my overall results for this year. Which, of course, is great, great news for me 'cos if that's the case, I will have won the bet I made with my dad, which involves his permission to attend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JJ's concert&lt;/span&gt; next year! :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also threw in an extra challenge: If I (am lucky enough to) attain &gt;70% for my overall result, he will pay the full price of the ticket that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; (which, needless to say, will be the most expensive one there is) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're keeping this from my mum at the moment though, seeing how she'll ruin it for me with her prejudice against concerts. So, shh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much these days. Been savouring the freedom I've got &lt;s&gt;and laughing at those who have not been liberated&lt;/s&gt; :D Which involves sleeping, watching TV, pigging out, and that's about it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a downer that there's still school to attend D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get some sleep now, and it's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;! HAHA&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SHOIK&lt;/span&gt; xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-4988502743263779939?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/4988502743263779939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=4988502743263779939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4988502743263779939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4988502743263779939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-believe-its-been-2-weeks-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-1763454062151690001</id><published>2007-10-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:42:05.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Westlife's new album, Back Home, will be released soon! Before that, check out their newest single:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;HOME - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQK-DtVItx4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQK-DtVItx4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching yeah? I know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Westlife's version of this song but er, seeing how I'm a fan of Westlife and not one of Micheal Buble, my opinion probably isn't the most reliable :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hc_HlHxC79Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hc_HlHxC79Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think it is a pity that Brian left the group - he was the wackiest of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was discussing all things Westlife with fellow Westlife fan CCA in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up on a Westlife-MVs-watching spree! Those good ol' times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-1763454062151690001?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/1763454062151690001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=1763454062151690001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1763454062151690001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1763454062151690001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/10/westlifes-new-album-back-home-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-4100484837737940571</id><published>2007-09-27T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:48:18.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.libertytimes.com.tw/2007/new/sep/24/images/133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; have no idea (shame on you!), JJ is the lead actor in a new Taiwanese serial :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show is called 《原来我不帅》 - Now, I know what you're thinking but NO, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;JJ 是帅的&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare say otherwise and see what I'll do to you =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, while the character in the serial may not be good looking, it doesn't mean that the actor taking up the role is ugly. JJ is one good example :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe? Watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwPxy9KsgYQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwPxy9KsgYQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ singing 星球! My first time listening to him sing this live cos' it's a song in his very very first album :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Melts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-4100484837737940571?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/4100484837737940571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=4100484837737940571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4100484837737940571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/4100484837737940571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-cute-d-for-those-of-you-who-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-7626277161513299403</id><published>2007-09-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:33:17.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling pretty proud of myself now that I've finished my revision for IH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU KENDRA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Conflict will not be tested for SBQ, 'cos this is the only topic I'm really confident for essay writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm spotting topics. Know it's bad but I really do not have much of a choice. If I have to digest all four topics (Nation-state: gulps!) I believe I will get diahorrea =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching China's 中秋晚会 online just now and haaaaaaaa JJ was one of the few who did not lipsync! I'm so proud of him :D And there were lots more fireworks during his performance - even the organiser is biased xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it kinda saddens me that he is so far away in another country D: Sometimes I don't really see the point in liking a local artiste when foreigners get to see him more often that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm greedy, ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're interested to watch JJ's performance, click &lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/W1ONUx1f9pY/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-7626277161513299403?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/7626277161513299403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=7626277161513299403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/7626277161513299403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/7626277161513299403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-feeling-pretty-proud-of-myself-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-2824198104541003721</id><published>2007-09-25T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:30:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 8am today, only to find myself slacking till 2pm. That's 6 hours worth of stoning in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have finished the rest of the Biology syllabus by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;But I haven't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ultra disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get myself to start on any revision today, serves me right if I fail my examinations and get kicked out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in a bad mood =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-2824198104541003721?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/2824198104541003721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=2824198104541003721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2824198104541003721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2824198104541003721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-woke-up-at-8am-today-only-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-8668747770965980605</id><published>2007-09-24T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:01:58.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG PLEASE SPARE ME THOSE CHAIN SMSES WHICH PREDICT I WILL NOT DOING WELL IN MY EXAMINATIONS IF I DO NOT FORWARD THEM TO THE SPECIFIED NUMBER OF PEOPLE BECAUSE I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received more than 10 already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for every single one of them, I was torn between saving my money and hitting the forward button to reassure myself that the nasty predictions won't manifest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horribe dilemma to be in D: Does nothing to boost my morale which I already desperately lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I looked back at what I've done today and realised there's none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaaaaaan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-8668747770965980605?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/8668747770965980605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=8668747770965980605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/8668747770965980605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/8668747770965980605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-please-spare-me-those-chain-smses.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-2948947116491335264</id><published>2007-09-22T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:30:42.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just stuffed myself with 1/4 tub of Cookies &amp;amp; Cream ice-cream.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Apart from filling my stomach, it was an attempt to leave myself in a state of sugar high to temporarily myself of all the stress that I'm experiencing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Incidentally, listening to JJ's songs is also another form of stress relief and so that’s what I did as well, on top of taking spoonfuls of ice-cream.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Apparently I forgot that JJ's voice has a tendency to make me cry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So I was pretty much a wreck just now, eating ice-cream and crying at the same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My maid thought I was being emo =.=&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;But emo or not moments ago (I swear I wasn't), I'm feeling a lot better now :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; SO BIO HERE I COME :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S. I forgot to mention that although the injection did hurt yesterday, I managed to survive without the needle breaking. I just feel a little handicapped now that I don't dare to move my left arm more than I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-2948947116491335264?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/2948947116491335264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=2948947116491335264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2948947116491335264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2948947116491335264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-stuffed-myself-with-14-tub-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3074651620616068403</id><published>2007-09-21T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:07:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been having weird nightmares involving a huge needle for the past few nights. And uncannily, in every single one of them, I'd get poked by the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poked&lt;/span&gt; is the right word to use 'cos the needle practically disappeared into my abdomen and reappeared from my back =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised, the reason behind all those needle-y nightmares is the fact that I'm due for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vaccination&lt;/span&gt; in less than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three hours&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;VACCINATION = VACCINATION JAB = INJECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; INJECTION+ ALLYSSA = ALLYSSA + SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh maaaaaaaaaan D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember vividly the pain I had to endure when the nurse pierced the needle into my arm and  SLOWLY pushed the syringe in when I was in Pri 6 okay =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the pain this time is too intense for me that I jump and the needle breaks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, that'd be... lethal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a safety precaution, I've told my father to come and fetch me from school whether or not I pick up his calls because for all you know, I'd probably be unconscious after the jab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also given Sheena the permission to man-handle me to the Alumni Room in the event that I refuse to take the injection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm making all necessary arrangements to make sure that I face my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM STILL SCARED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is keeping me distracted from the immense pain that I might be experiencing after school, is the prospect of the pizza treat Ms Tan promised us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not helping that great a deal Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG jab in 2 hours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3074651620616068403?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3074651620616068403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3074651620616068403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3074651620616068403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3074651620616068403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-having-weird-nightmares.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-71727612770692859</id><published>2007-09-19T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:03:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I genuinely think that my mum is out to ridicule me for my fanatical obsession over JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I was frantically trying, for the sake of today's test, to cram in 250成语 along with their respective meanings, I asked my mum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, 爱屋及乌的意思是什么?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"哦, 比如说你很喜欢JJ对吗?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah duh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then 就算他穿的衣服很难看，你也会喜欢咯."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, my attempt at memorising the 250 4-word Chinese idioms failed miserably 'cos I fell asleep after learning 爱屋及乌 D: Bad, bad idea of trying to study on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still managed a 153/250 score - Haha I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also succeeded in condensing the Chemistry syllabus into 14 pages worth of notes. And that's a good start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I thought until I realised it's only a mere 12 more days to the first paper. And I haven't even started on revision for the first subject tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thought of having to revise on NATION-STATES is downright &lt;strong&gt;revolting&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprises me is how I'm still feeling so calm about everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's a sign of me maturing. HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-71727612770692859?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/71727612770692859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=71727612770692859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/71727612770692859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/71727612770692859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-genuinely-think-that-my-mum-is-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-1187514137782377698</id><published>2007-09-18T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:28:55.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CCA demands that I update today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To him, so long as I don't update every single day, it means that my blog is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and so he insists that I should revive my blog when his blog is already... dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't get him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl today, 'cos I FINALLY SEE THE &lt;strong&gt;LIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; IN TRIGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be proof of how pathetic I am if I still can't get Trigo after 2 hours of tuition. Yes, and so my brain is pretty much dead now. Two hours of math kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even see the point of learning Trigo. Eh no, I don't even understand why A Math even EXISTS. It hardly even makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MATH = DOUBLE WEIGHTAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail liao loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-1187514137782377698?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/1187514137782377698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=1187514137782377698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1187514137782377698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1187514137782377698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/cca-demands-that-i-update-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3134704041631700484</id><published>2007-09-15T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:46:11.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/RuuXa-4URFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKVvQ4krFWw/s1600-h/Photo-0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/RuuXa-4URFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKVvQ4krFWw/s200/Photo-0208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110344691993560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, that's not a teacher there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl in the picture, that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONG PEI SAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, writing out Bio notes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROM MEMORY&lt;/span&gt; on the white board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;With such powerful peer pressure, tell me how not to be stressed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3134704041631700484?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3134704041631700484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3134704041631700484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3134704041631700484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3134704041631700484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-thats-not-teacher-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_heHYAxCZaCU/RuuXa-4URFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKVvQ4krFWw/s72-c/Photo-0208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-2432537527935081814</id><published>2007-09-14T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:14:43.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I think I'm suffering from Post-JJ Party Depression D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy says it's natural, 'cos after being so close to him on Sunday, I'm bound to feel extremely hollow now that I can't see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky her is used to this feeling already. I'm not. This is the first time I'm experiencing such a sensation&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I see JJ again? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to study to keep myself occupied, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay on second thought, maybe I should just go and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-2432537527935081814?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/2432537527935081814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=2432537527935081814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2432537527935081814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/2432537527935081814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-know-i-think-im-suffering-from-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-457953267116584176</id><published>2007-09-13T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:27:50.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm really driven to start on my revision, I really am.&lt;/div&gt;(Well, peer pressure from Kendra is POWERFUL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the homework I've still yet to finish is hindering my attempt to start studying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because while I'm keen to work hard on my EOY revision, I'm not the least motivated to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know homework takes priority over revision ('cos they're due earlier) so guilt strikes when I study with my assignments still uncompleted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I'm totally not in the mood to sit down and compare sources, write a review on a Chinese book I've read or rewrite an entire essay for corrections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end up not doing anything at all D:&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/5274413059298089325-457953267116584176?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/457953267116584176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=457953267116584176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/457953267116584176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/457953267116584176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-really-driven-to-start-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-1918552218736747462</id><published>2007-09-11T05:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:23:51.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite lacking very much in sleep, I didn't find myself dozing off during lessons. Not even during SIL which was on Bioengineering and Nanotechnology with disturbing pictures of pigs cut open, blood and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Naprosyn pill was necessary though, to shut that off pain I got from the minor Migraine attack in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, all's well :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-1918552218736747462?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/1918552218736747462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=1918552218736747462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1918552218736747462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1918552218736747462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/despite-lacking-very-much-in-sleep-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3073351530579996573</id><published>2007-09-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:07:14.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 hours of sleep over 60 hours; 6 hours under the blazing hot sun; followed by more than 3 hours on my feet - I'm drained beyond what is humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But JJ Party II is worth it all, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st row from the stage, 1st to shake hands with JJ, 1st up to get his autograph and 1st to shake his hand the &lt;strong&gt;2nd&lt;/strong&gt; time at the party :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm proclaiming myself the luckiest girl today, never mind what better treatment others received (hug from JJ, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's a dream come true for me today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, his performances were ultra exciting :D The party kicked off with him singing Killa and KO, then Westside, before ending with Flying on Your Wings and Baby Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was his "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢&lt;/span&gt;" and firm handshake during the autograph session which totally melted me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so overwhelmed now, I can hardly think straight. I think, melted or not, it's time for me to get some decent sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll dream of JJ HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3073351530579996573?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3073351530579996573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3073351530579996573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3073351530579996573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3073351530579996573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-hours-of-sleep-over-60-hours-6-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-1778261796681591390</id><published>2007-09-09T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:26:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 609am and I've only had 2 hours of sleep for the past 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep-deficiency is taking its toll on me, I know, cos my vision is a blur. Did I mention that I'm burning too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all worth the suffering cos&lt;br /&gt;Geog assignment = demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OMG IT'S OVERRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pats myself on the back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Credits to Cheng Aik too! For helping me edit that piece of trash... Eh heh thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I genuinely need my power nap. Power nap cos it's just a meagre 2-hour shut-eye. Then it's off to VivoCity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the long-awaited &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JJ Party II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-1778261796681591390?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/1778261796681591390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=1778261796681591390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1778261796681591390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/1778261796681591390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-557am-and-ive-only-had-2-hours-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3224488456973491240</id><published>2007-09-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:25:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is the world spinning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the world is spinning and I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;数学跟我有仇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid of me to actually even attempt doing math in the wee hours of the morning (no, no pun intended) when I know how hopeless I am in the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to give up and get some sleep before I completely turn into a zombie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father is going to be back in 1 hour~! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3224488456973491240?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3224488456973491240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3224488456973491240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3224488456973491240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3224488456973491240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-it-just-me-or-is-world-spinning-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3190819995295919734</id><published>2007-09-08T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T04:37:11.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 down, 7 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oof, this is ultra depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm actually attempting to stay up the entire night to try and finish the incredible amount of homework I am burdened with (which will explain why I'm still up at this ungodly time of 3am). I won't be surprised if Migraine strikes any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more upsetting is that progress has been at an all-time low, and I'm drifting off to sleep every other minute... I've got absolutely no idea how long more I'm going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus there's hardly anyone left online to keep me awake while I struggle in my tackle against nasty chemical calculations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta. Hang. In. There!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3190819995295919734?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/3190819995295919734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=3190819995295919734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3190819995295919734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3190819995295919734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/5-down-7-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-6451800191510854941</id><published>2007-09-08T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T06:22:41.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ho hum, my attempt at starting on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decent &lt;/span&gt;work is completely futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've started, but getting them done is beyond me, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it just started to dawn on me just how much work I've got to finish in two days. Which, needless to say, is A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For countless times I've told myself not to get myself into such trouble, but time and time again, I find myself stuck in the same situation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure on Sunday night, I will freak out and stress myself so much that a migraine aggravation would be imminent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when will I start learning? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just consider staying up late to demolish as many homework as I can tonight. This way, I can get some proper work done while waiting for my father to return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessssssss, after one long, gruelling month, my father is finally coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now! Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-6451800191510854941?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/feeds/6451800191510854941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274413059298089325&amp;postID=6451800191510854941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6451800191510854941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/6451800191510854941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/ho-hum-my-attempt-at-starting-on-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274413059298089325.post-3532150918919386403</id><published>2007-09-08T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:00:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back in the blogging business, &lt;span&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my attempt at neglecting my previous blog for more than 6 months, which I must say was quite successful, I realise I still need an outlet for venting of frustrations after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than chucking things within my reach, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something tells me that this is undoubtedly the worst time I should find myself recovering my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt; for blogging, since end-of-years are in less than a month and school is reopening on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, here's just a short post announcing my return... Will update soon after I get some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, do leave me a tag with your new blog address if there's any and I'll link asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274413059298089325-3532150918919386403?l=whenstars-fall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3532150918919386403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274413059298089325/posts/default/3532150918919386403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenstars-fall.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back-to-blogging-business-baby-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08908919886117036335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
