<?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-8109292</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:58:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions-....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111760520748087388</id><published>2005-05-31T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:53:27.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM A SOCKTARD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111760520748087388?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111760520748087388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111760520748087388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111760520748087388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111760520748087388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-socktard.html' title=''/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111658675009178838</id><published>2005-05-20T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T03:59:10.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 35</title><content type='html'>oh pooh. i screwed up my papers. and i plan on telling my parents tonight.. eek!! here's what the cruddy results look like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math - a2&lt;br /&gt;eng - a2&lt;br /&gt;art - b4&lt;br /&gt;chem - c5&lt;br /&gt;lit - c6 (only god knows how i scrwed up lit..)&lt;br /&gt;chinese - d7&lt;br /&gt;bio - d7&lt;br /&gt;geog - d7 ( i think)&lt;br /&gt;history  - d7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD HELP ME!! i shall enjoy my freedom while it lasts... by the way.. my links are still scrwed up.. so yea... but my tagboard's up and running again!! haha. i got booked for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"misconduct" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today... ya wanna know whyyy? cause stacey, sher, debo and i was doing some weird hand game shiatt on the white boarded up thingy outside class and while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone was out having recess and no one was having lessons..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; we apparantly disturbed my cross eyed freak of a chinese teacher who by the way, looks like a potato. hmph. so she got a couple of our prefect friends to bloody book us. fudgin annoying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOP!!! have i mentioned how much i haaate our school? well i doo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blah.. i was so fudged up when i realised that the teachers knew about&lt;strong&gt;  IT&lt;/strong&gt; i was all like... holy crud!! provocative? right. comeon.. have a nice day all. should i change to lj or xanga? seems funner... BYE BYE NIGHTY NIGHT!!!...sorta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111658675009178838?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111658675009178838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111658675009178838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111658675009178838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111658675009178838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/05/confession-35.html' title='confession 35'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111634296320811293</id><published>2005-05-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:16:03.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 34</title><content type='html'>heyhey.. i made the stupidest mistake of talking to my daddy about blogs.. now he's intent on finding mine.. god help me. i skipped school today.. cause my dad forgot to wake me up till it was like.. 7.30 so he let me skip. whee!! haha apparantly according to kail, there were three dayam hot guys at our school. pfft. they went to burgerking today.. i wonder if they learnt how to make burgers... &lt;strong&gt;I KNOW HOW TO MAKE MAC AND CHEEEESE!!  &lt;/strong&gt;haha.. i leart how to make mac and cheese from some site.. hahaha.. maybe i'll become like a chef when i'm old.. then i can be like betty crocker!!! and make some instant pancake mix... hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. i'm going to holland v tomorrow with kail and van.. yinli might come too.. shit lah.. my mom's being a bitch.. again. she said i'm acting like a bloody mobster.. maybe i should start talkin in one of those mafia men accents.. i think it's funky... hahaha. oh pah. she's making me get off the computer.. doing her sarcastic thing again. &lt;strong&gt;fudged up crap.&lt;/strong&gt; ANYWAAAY!!... buh bye buh bye buh bye see ya!!! wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111634296320811293?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111634296320811293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111634296320811293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111634296320811293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111634296320811293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/05/confession-34.html' title='confession 34'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111625833006769686</id><published>2005-05-16T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T08:45:30.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 33</title><content type='html'>ooooh... second post in a day... i felt real sick after my daddy forced me to eat dinner... got a fudgin throbbing headache.. i don't think i can exercise tonight.. i feel horrid.  blah.. my uncle gave me these weights so i can strengthen my arms and they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SuperdyDooperdyDooperdyPooperdyLooperdyMooperdy  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tiny!! haha and they're just right for me. so that probably means i'm just reeeeal weak.. hahaha.. oh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i can't wait till try outs for cheerobics '06... eeeek!! i've gotta start losing weight and... &lt;strong&gt;omigod&lt;/strong&gt; my ponch thingy's baack!!! that means i'm fatter than i used to be!! oh god i feel horrid now.. hahaha... i can't do as many sit ups as i used to be able to... oh phooey.. haha. we're starting training again on monday!!! oh happy day!!! oh zipadeedoodahzipadeedaay!! my oh my what a wonderful day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm talking to my honey on the phooone.. it's so fun talking to her. it's like.. she's my crapping partner..blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111625833006769686?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111625833006769686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111625833006769686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111625833006769686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111625833006769686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/05/confession-33.html' title='confession 33'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111624189561464203</id><published>2005-05-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:11:35.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am wrong. `</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/"&gt;i am wrong. `&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm baaack!!.. from school.. i've been on blog holiday and left my blog here to rot and die.. hahaha... i went for musical auditions today... i think i did pretty ok...not good not bad.. just. ok. haha... i sang super loudly and emma and delia could hear me outside the room.. HAHA.. i never knew my voice could go all AAAAHHHH-LOOK-AT-ME-I'M-LOUUUUUDDD-LISTEN-TO-WHAT-I'M-SAYING-CAUSE-I-CURTSEY-TO-TEACHERS-AND-SAY-THANK-YOU-IN-WEIRD-VOICES-WHICH-MAKE-EM-LAUGH-ish... it was kinda odd and i did my monolouge scripty thingy as some girl called rebecca who was obsessed with robin hood stories and little fantasy worlds in a super fake brit accent. and and and.. she was fighting with her mommy over scrubbin the floors... and drubbing people. it was daaayam odd. kail went all wowy when she sang the lion king song and sher got all nervous... OOOOOHHH LISTEN UP PEOPLE PEOPLE PEOPLE!!! ......i won batteries... how cool is thaaaat!!! hahaha... i'm kidding.. i won em when i went up to answer some question at the gp batteries talk they gave us today.. the guy was all like... wwwaaaaaan(one).. chuuuuu(two).... chuu an ah hafff (two and a half)... *giggle giggle snort snort choke*.... thfreeee!!!! (three)... god knows SOMEONE needs speech lessons!! hahaha... i think i'm one sad little girl... i still have tuition after my exams.. it's damn annoying.... pahh.... i have math tonight and i'm sitting here in my stinky ol' uniform still eating little jellies which i used to choke on when i was a kid... ohhh those were the days. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't eat recess and lunch today. which is a pretty big accomplishment for me. however i ruined the beauty of not eating and putting on weight by totally binging on mcwings after auditions. pfft. i got into house of wax last friday. that was pretty cool. it was a really bad story but the effects and stuff were pretty dayam good!! and it was really sick SHIT gotta go tuition teacher here.. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111624189561464203?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111624189561464203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111624189561464203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111624189561464203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111624189561464203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-wrong.html' title='i am wrong. `'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-111113408815733788</id><published>2005-03-18T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T00:21:28.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i ain't gonna love you no more</title><content type='html'>i realised something today... it just hit me...loving you just isn't worth the pain. it just isn't... you confused me. maybe that's why i even liked you. cause you were different... i'm just feelin cruddy right now... we got bloody third for cheerobics.we didn't win. all i want to do now. is cry. maybe if one deay... the impossible happened and you liked me back... i don't know if i would even be happy... i was just stupid... acting the way i am around everyone else,&lt;strong&gt;happy, hyper, bimbo, air-headed, optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;... it makes me sick to think i acted in that way... and it makes me wonder sometimes, if i was the real me. would my friends still love me the way they do now? would i still in considerably accepted? i don't think so... maybe it's just better to stay fake and plastic. might as well stick a price tag on me ... this broken bitch's on sale now... come and kill her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever,have you ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been in love so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd do anything to make them understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever had someone steal your heart away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd give anything up to make them feel the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't know where to start &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes you cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't sleep at night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever tried to find the wordsB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut they don't come out right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever,have you ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever found the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've dreamed of all your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd do just about anything to look into their eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you finally found the one you've given your heart to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to find that one won't give their heart to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever closed your eyes and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreamed that they were there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all you can do is wait for that day when they will care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It makes you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't sleep at night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they don't come out right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever,have you ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I gotta do to get you in my arms baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do I gotta say to get to your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you understand how I need you next to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta get you in my world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cuz baby I can't sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;i have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-111113408815733788?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/111113408815733788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=111113408815733788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111113408815733788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/111113408815733788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-aint-gonna-love-you-no-more.html' title='i ain&apos;t gonna love you no more'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110994652685298291</id><published>2005-03-04T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T06:28:46.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fudge...</title><content type='html'>crud...the blog skin's giving my computer and everyone elses' computers a hell lot of problems. It's annoying as hell. I've decided that i'm bloody useless in the squad. I never do anything important there. Is it so bad to think that way? I mean, sure i turn up for training and all, but i hardly do anything there! The only stunts i base for are elevators, and i only spot for waterfall, fly back, and pike kick flyback. It's kinda silly i think. I bet next year, loads of sec ones will get in and i'd probably be like rejected when i turn up for the interview thing. I really want to learn the stuff some of the other are learning. Like Trudy's teaching Joy how to do a front walk, Sujun, Shumei, Alexis, Chloe are learning how to do back flips and I'm like the only one there who can't do a proper round-off, heck, i haven't even tried!! I want to learn those things, yet i know i'll be real bad at it, which kinda puts me off. I'm starting to think Dion regrets selecting me to join the squad, and i've been feeling really bad over it. I'm scared. I'm really really really scared. And the scariest thing is that i don't even know why i'm scared. I've had dreams of screwing up nationals for the squad and i don't want that to happen. I want my simple stunts to go up. Or even if it falls i hope it still recovers. Is that too much to ask? Maybe so. I always feel nauseas nowadays. I just don't mention it during training, i don't dare too. Nationals are so soon. I don't want the squad to think that just because i'm feeling unwell. Then i won't train. Life's a bitch, a pain in the ass too. I think the judges hate me, though they don't even know me. I think the squad hates me, I get real bad vibes from them. I think Saranjit and all the teachers hate me, for really good reasons. I think i'm gonna throw up. who cares. I might just lose weight in the process. He's online. I think I'm getting scared again. I'm such a fucked up piece of crud. Please don't tell me I think life is meaningless once again. Give me a reason to live. I'm begging you. I think i should just sod off and make everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep with all the lights on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not so happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not secure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're dying to look cute in your blue jeans,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're plastic just like everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just like everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that face you paint is pressed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;impressing most of us as permanent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'd like to see you undone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;College night will draw the crowds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorms unload &amp; your heading out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is your moment to shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making up a history.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nothing from the life you lead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but man, will they buy all your lines?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep with all the sheets off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baring your mattress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baring your soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're dying to look smooth with your tattoos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're searching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could be anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the friends that you have are the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;impressing most of us as permanent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'd like to see you undone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youth's the most unfaithful mistress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still we forge ahead to miss her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rushing our moment to shine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making up a history,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nothing from the life you lead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but man, I hope they find all of your lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're not twenty-one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the sooner we are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sooner the fun will begin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so get out your fake eyelashes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and fake i.d's,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; real disasters ensue,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's cool to take these chances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's cool to fake romances &amp;amp; grow up fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110994652685298291?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110994652685298291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110994652685298291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110994652685298291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110994652685298291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/03/fudge.html' title='fudge...'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110941301742065057</id><published>2005-02-26T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T02:16:57.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gave up counting my posts</title><content type='html'>today was the prelims for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATIONALS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... i was horribly scared and nervous... but smiled like an idiot none the less.. haha. we got into the finals... thank god. and it's on the thriteenth of march, sunday, down at suntec outside carre four... the judges told us not to put on so much make up... HAHAHA ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAKE THAT DION!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think that overall... we were pretty good and that if all the stunts went up.. like the waterfall, pike kick that kinda stuff.... we probably would have gotten more points... just finished washing off all the icky glittery blue stuff on my face... and my hair feels strange after all that hair spray and gel...haha. going for a squad dinner tomorrow... and i feel absoulutely exhausted... sonik was pretty good... northbrooks as well.. the judges said that northbrooks' dance movements were real sharp... personally... i think mine kinda look like slop... i mean... i can't dance for nuts... but thank god my elevator goes up more easily than before.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw angie and jen today during the competition... (: was nice to see them come for my competition... vick and all came too... but i couldn't relly talk to them considering some &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt; which i shall not mention here... hahaha... and then half my smoked salmon sandwich fell on the stairs... i hope no one saw that... hehehe... you know what? i think that concentrating on cheerleading makes me feel a whole lot better... i mean... even though i ain't good at tumbling.. stunts... or even dancing... it's nice to try and concentrate on it... ittakes your mind off thing and sometimes... you feel a sense of satisfaction when you've reached your goals... it's great really... you guys should try it (: it's like therapy... but fun... haha... i'm so fudgin weird i scare myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I woke up this morning with a smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Nobody's gonna bring me down today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been feeling like nothing's been going my way lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I decided right here, right now, that my outlook's gonna change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's why I'm gonna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say goodbye to all the tears I've cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime somebody hurt my pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelin' like they won't let me live life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And take the time to look at what is mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see every blessing so clearly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I thank God for what I got from above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:I believe they can take anything from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can say all they wanna say about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm gonna carry on (Carry on)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'mma keep on (keep on) singin' my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(La, la, la, etc.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never wanna dwell on my pain again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no use in relivin' how I hurt back then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rememberin' too well the hell I felt when I was runnin' out of faith&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step I'm 'bout to take well it's towards a better day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm about to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say farewell to every single lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the fears I've held too long inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime I felt I couldn't try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the negativity and strife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause too long, I've been strugglin', couldn't go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've found I'm feelin' strong and I'm moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:I believe they can take anything from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they can't succeed in taking my inner peace from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can say all they wanna say about me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm gonna carry on, (carry on)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'mma keep on (keep on) singin' my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I tried to be what they wanted from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It never came naturally, so I ended up in misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was unable to see all the good around me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasting so much energy on what they thought of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than simply just remembering to breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned I'm humanly unable to please everyone at the same time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So now I find my peace of mind living one day at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the end I answer to one god&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes down to one love till I get to heaven above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have made the decision &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never to give in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Till the I day I die no matter what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im gonna carry on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'mma keep on singin' my song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They can't take anything from me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat Chorus x2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110941301742065057?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110767911669939324</id><published>2005-02-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T00:38:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged in ages.... been doing some thinking...  what happens when you decide you like someone... someone you DON'T want to like... it's bleedin annoying. i don't think i'm any good at cheerleading... can't even get trudy up on elevator... how pathetic is that? no one was free today... couldn't stay in town for very long.. took neoprints with some of the cell people... my face turned out kinda weird in like all the photos... as usual.. haha. i looked so bad today. as usual... hehehe.... i'm like totally in love with this real old song... gonna put the lyrics at the end... fudge... i'm in such a sappy mood. i don't like being in sappy moods... nothing good ever comes out of it. i was looking at the totally weird poems i used to write. evrything was related to death and blood. then i started remembering all the things that used to happen. how i was betrayed so many bloody times... but i shan't dwell on that... you should learn from your experiences. i've learnt from mine... if you're doing something others consider "weird" or "freaky" ... never EVER tell anyone. not even your &lt;em&gt;best friends&lt;/em&gt; ...because one day when the friendship dies out. they could just do about &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; to you... rumours... the shit they spread to give you bad names.... bitch... slut... whore.. freak.. flirt... bimbo... airhead..  i've been called all of them? why am i not surprised anymore? why do i just avoid those who label me as those? i used to want to kill them.... wring their bloody little necks ... i used to want to kill people. i don't anymore. i guess i'm just used to everything now... it's all such a blur. i bet if i looked differently... half the bitchin about me would stop... but then again &lt;em&gt;those people&lt;/em&gt; are there... so it probably would just go on...i sound so.... strange... should just stop being like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling really dance-y these few days... did i make a mistake quitting dance? i really don't know.. i found out that the few thibngs that i live for.... are things i'm terrible at... i mean... dancing. i love dancing. i love to dance. i love dance. i love watching people dance. i want to dance and never ever stop. &lt;em&gt;but i dance terribly. &lt;/em&gt;singing. i love to sing. i love singing. i love hearing people just sing.&lt;em&gt;  but i sing terribly.&lt;/em&gt; is it wrong when i feel like i was made to love dnace? or to love singing? especially when you see people do these things? and such strong emotions are evoked? when you feel like joining them... even knowing that you'd just spoil the beauty of it all?  i feel that way most of the time. that plus the feelings of loneliness and somehow knowing deep in yourself. that you have self-esteem issues. it annoys me. i annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try But I can't seem to get myself to think of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything but you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your breath on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your warm gentle kiss I taste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The truth,I taste the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what I came here for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I won't ask for more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be the one who's in your arms who holds you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing else I want more than to feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll hold you tonite like I would if you were mine, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To hold, forever more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll savor his touch that I wanted so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be here before, to feel before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how beautiful it is just to be like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only for one night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be the one who's in your arms who holds you tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing else I want more than to feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, baby , I can't fight this feeling anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It drives me crazy when I try to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So call my name, take my hand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you make my wish, baby your command&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing else I want more than to feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ooh,yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be,I wanna be, I wanna be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YeahI wanna be I wanna be, yea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be (I wanna be with you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you,yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i think i really do... fudge...-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110767911669939324?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110767911669939324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110767911669939324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a" href="" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;font%20color="#000000"&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you' all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664465470795091?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110664463254686708</id><published>2005-01-25T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:17:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another one of those silly quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#66CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" /&gt;http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;/CENTER&lt;&gt;&gt;&lt;font%20color="#000000"&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you' all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/intelligencequiz.html"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664463254686708?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664463254686708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664463254686708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664463254686708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naughty Girl by Beyonce&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/naughty-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girlI'm callin all my girlsWe're gonna turn this party outI know you want my body"&lt;br /&gt;2004 was your year! You felt sexy as hell - and it showed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; 2004 Hit Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664445146507302?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664445146507302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664445146507302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664445146507302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664445146507302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-one_25.html' title='another one!!!'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110664444538418899</id><published>2005-01-25T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:14:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another one!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664444538418899?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664444538418899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664444538418899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664444538418899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664444538418899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-one.html' title='another one!!!'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110664425304692358</id><published>2005-01-25T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:11:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz results... HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#0000cc;"&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&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/8109292-110664425304692358?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664425304692358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664425304692358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664425304692358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664425304692358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/quiz-results-hahaha.html' title='quiz results... HAHAHA'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110664420762555325</id><published>2005-01-25T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:10:07.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 22</title><content type='html'>hello my darlings... i'm just gonna warn you that over the next few hours... i shall be doing stupid pointless things on blogthings.com and posting my completely useless quiz results here for all to see.... ciao!!! i hope you survive.... oh YEAH!!!! I LOOOOOVE TRAINING (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664420762555325?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664420762555325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664420762555325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664420762555325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664420762555325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/confession-22_25.html' title='confession 22'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110664412388936104</id><published>2005-01-25T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:08:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110664412388936104?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110664412388936104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110664412388936104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664412388936104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110664412388936104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/confession-22.html' title='confession 22'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110597101773506718</id><published>2005-01-17T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T06:35:37.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 21 </title><content type='html'>heyyy!!! haven't updated in aaages.... still kinda sad and lonely.... pahhh.. nevermind!!!! my toe touch is spreadier now and my herkier like actually landing together... HAHAHA... sighh.... need to get em legs up up up!!!! anyway... i hope my jumps look better on wednesday... been trying to do weights as well.... so i can finally get the flyer up... i felt so bad that i ouldn't get her up the last time... so i'm trying bloody hard to get stronger arms.... ARGH!!! i'm really scared i'm gonna get cut from the squad.... don't think i'll even get into house cheerleading... i think i did really badly for try-outs haha..hehe.... i just realised that i can only do cartwheels sometimes and the rest of the time i end up falling half way.... and i also found out that like handstands reeeeally hurt when your arms aren't strong to keep yourself up... hahaha... and alll the blood just goes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHOOSH!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and then you feel all giddy-ish when you get up... or you jut fall down!! anyway... though this is a really short entry i really have to go... mommy's being annoying... first making me get off the phone and now the bloody computer.... PAHH... nightsies all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110597101773506718?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110597101773506718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110597101773506718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110597101773506718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110597101773506718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2005/01/confession-21.html' title='confession 21 '/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110447404176797246</id><published>2004-12-30T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:21:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 20</title><content type='html'>bloody hell... school's starting the day after tomorrow and i hate my class... not to mention that i have the worst form and co form teacher EVER!!... what makes it even worse is that they both hate my guts... pahh... im gonna die next year... only interesting thing'd probably be training and cheerleading.. thank god for those two things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's not letting me go out to town today.. she's being such a biatch... she hates my friends. and yesterday just because i left my bag in her room she was all like.... why do you have to mess up my room??? don't make me resent you more than i already do... what kind of proper mother does that? calls her own daughter a tart, airheaded, a bimbo, fat??? for god's sake. drop all your dreams of liposuction and surgery and all the money you've lost and for once... think about your family and not just yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fudge... why are all my entries so..... strange and angry??... maybe it's because i'm a strange and angry person.....HAHAHAHA..... i bored yes i am so very bored bored bored. *SCREAM*... i'm so pissed... and i don't even know why... i just feel like going and sitting out there in the rain.. hahaha. but i already caught a cold... shouldn't make it worse... i'm not gonna miss training for anything.. it's the funnest thing in my remotely boring life. god.... i just want to talk on the phone...but my baby's only coming back tomorrow... when she was here i'd always have someone to talk to. she's was my little bestie who's listen to my nonsensical ramblings... baby i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;I can get by with nothin'&lt;br /&gt;With all the blessings life can bring&lt;br /&gt;I've always needed something&lt;br /&gt;But I've got all I want when it comes to lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;You're my only reason, you're my only truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, that carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;(whoa-oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the hope that moves me&lt;br /&gt;to courage again (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You're the love that rescues me&lt;br /&gt;when the cold winds rage&lt;br /&gt;And it's so amazin' 'cause that's just how you are&lt;br /&gt;and I can't turn back now&lt;br /&gt;'cause you've brought me too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes I do, oh&lt;br /&gt;I need you like water, like breath, like rain&lt;br /&gt;I need you like mercy from Heaven's gate,&lt;br /&gt;There's a freedom in your arms, yeah, that carries me through&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you, oh-oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you? we should have all known who we'd be with for the rest of our lives. it would have made the world a less complicated place. dontcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110447404176797246?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110392324891185309</id><published>2004-12-24T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:20:48.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 19 - MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>yeuchk....i think i've caught a cold... i'm at rachel mok's place now... we're s'posed to be here for a sleepover but no one is exactly sleeping.... i feel sick.......... it's christmas now.... we reached her place at about 2 in the morning on christmas day... and now it's like 5.30 in the morning...yeuch.... i feel sick... my nose is all stoofy and my eyes are all runny... when i get home i'm going straight to sleep.... mmmhmmm... sleeeeeeeeep.... i went to charis's party on the twenty-third.... she's so bloody pretty it gets so damn unfair...... she's such a lucky sod... hahahaha....she's my twinnie now... we're so alike it's funny... she has amazing shoes...i am in love with her shoes!!!!!!!! hehehehe.... ner, birdie,victor,hannah,kris, went also..aloong wth two of victor's friends and rachel dropped by for a while... i also met shi yun and ann na for the first time... ann na is so cute!!!! and really nice to hug too... hahahaha... we just ate victor's funkaye pasta and chicken and fishballs... i'm telling you i'm so fudging fat.. i need to go on a major diet... then hannah and charis pole danced in front of the little kiddies at the playground... sigh... they really shouldn't corrupt those young innocent minds!!!mine included of course...heheheh.... . everyone's fighting for a place on the mattress/bed and it's really funny... sigh....someone just switched off the bloody lights... gtg now... can't see a sing;e bleedin thing.....                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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EVERYONE'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110343656788051176</id><published>2004-12-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:09:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 18</title><content type='html'>my days in aussie are numbered... today's the 19th... i'm going back on the 22nd... it's amazing how fast 4 weeks can seem when you're away from most the things which annoy you... i don't wanna leave... i just want to live there... the people there aren't that strict about the clothes you wear... the things you buy.... and there's no need to wake up at 6 in the morning for school... just thinking about it makes me sad... except here... the flies are freakishly annoying pests and the people here are sometimes... just....plain.....&lt;s&gt;bitchy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;skanky&lt;/strong&gt;... i don't wanna end up like them... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in such a pensivey mood today.... just thinking of what i want and how it'll be impossible to reach my (to self) really really far far away goals... i mean... sure... i agree. it's my fault as well... for hardly doing anything to help me attain my goals... but if you think about it... my goals are probably the same as the rest of the 13 year old girls in this world. and hardly any of them manage to attain those goals... and the lucky ones who do either have connections or are just a bunch of lucky sods... i'm neither... so what chance do i have of becoming what i want to become.... it stresses me to think so much usually... and stressing usually leads to hair fall and in about 3 days i'll probably become a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unlucky &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;balding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sod instead of what i am now aka unlucky sod. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of getting a new haircut somewhere next year when my hair gets too long again... but firstly i must determine my face shape... i'm becoming such a vain little twit... hahaha make that... i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a vain little twit.... i think even my cousins are getting annoyed with me... whenever i go somewhere i'm always like "fudge... have i wore this to *enter name of place* before?? how if someone sees me in the same thing i wore to *enter name of place*" heck.... i'm starting to annoy myself... i wish that i could just be less obsessive over the way i look... yeap... obesessive is what i'd call myself....but i just can't help it.... it scares me to think about the things people might be saying about me... i freak out whenever i see someone who might realize i'm wearing an outfit i wore two weeks ago... some might cvall me shallow... and i'd agree whole heartedly... when did i start becoming this obsessed over my looks... i think that this whole obsession all started when i strated noticing that my friends were all especially pretty through my eyes.... damn... why am i writing something most would consider personal here? ... i don't know.... sometimes.... i get so angry at myself for being secretly satisfied when someone compliments me.... most would think it'd boost my ego... but i just get angry that i find it nice of them.... then somehow... i just think that they're lying to make me feel better... and i get angry at them... and then i feel guilty for being mad at them.... pahh... i need to diet again... i think i've put on weight.... don't want to look fat in front of all those cheerleaders in practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.... i love my school... but &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; am jealous of the people.... they're all so skinny... so attractive.... and most of them have people who love them.... not love in a relative to relative kind of love, not a friendly love either... but the kind of love most spend their lives looking for... sure it might not last long, their relationships i mean, but still.... i can't help but feel a little jealous... i sound like a obsessive pig who drools over the lives of others... screw it... i'm just gonna stop writing now.... i mean.. you never know who reads your blog. who they might tell. what they might say. online journal my ass.... journals deserve privacy... this might as well be considered an online newspaper....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real." - Tupac Shakur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i wish-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110343656788051176?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110343656788051176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110343656788051176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110343656788051176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110343656788051176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/12/confession-18.html' title='confession 18'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110301485917964392</id><published>2004-12-14T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:10:10.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 17</title><content type='html'>oh god i'm starting to miss lk even more... she just left for LA today and she's gonna be even further away from me than she already was.... eek... i sound lesbo... but be rest assured all... that i am not... i am very VERY happily straight (: ... i just had pizza for dinner and a big big bowl of vanilla ice cream... yum yum yummiful... hehehe... i'm gonna get so fat... well... fat-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anyway.. i love vick and nerr and kris and anyone else who got me my new bikini.... LOVE Y'ALLL SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!! hahaha... i spoke to lk just now when she was online... she was at the airport.. pahh... she's gettin me and vick mickey ears!!! haha... how cute. i've decided to get john and mark boxers for christmas.... hmmm... how bout the spongbob ones hmm? hehehe... &lt;strong&gt;torture!!&lt;/strong&gt; (: mwahahaha... well... i'm coming back in 8 days.. i somehow look forward yet dread the day i do come back... i'm gonna miss aussie and all my lovely cousins. and of course... the hotties which dominate aussieland :D hehehe...i'm gonna continue the post tomorrow.... i'm tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110301485917964392?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110301485917964392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110301485917964392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110301485917964392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110301485917964392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/12/confession-17.html' title='confession 17'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110275838319883098</id><published>2004-12-11T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T01:46:23.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 16</title><content type='html'>dayam.... it's been such a long time since i last blogged... i miss lk, vick, kim, rong, rachie, nerr, birdie, zoe, kris... eeeveeeryyyyone.... pffft... eleven more days till i come home... not really looking forward to it though... besides the fact that i'll be seeing all my friends again, i don't really wanna leave aussieland.... i bought presents for the pple who matter most already... elkay's got something real tiny but nice :D and vick's got something furry. hehehe. as for nerr... i'm gonna get her a bucket of malteasers... heeeheee... i look bad.. i really do... i'm growing fatter everyday... it's really hard having such pretty friends... for example....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kerry: that's my baby, elkay, and that's my dahhling vick etc etc&lt;br /&gt;someone male: daaaamn! they're really hot! are they single? what's their number? can you intro me?&lt;br /&gt;kerry: .....shoo guy... go away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?! that's basic conversation with guys... hahaha....you guys are lucky... and pretty... anyway!! i'm allll alone in the study now... my cousins think singapore is a mini america just because of the simple fact that i call jelly jell-o.... what's wrong with that?? they're straaange... vick looks so adorable with her hair like this now... i'm in love with it... heehee... i just look like a muffin... i need to go for extreme makeover *liposuction included*... my mommy says she wants to go for it when she's older... extensive plastic surgery that is... she's gonna go with my very gay YET straight and feminine MALE second cousin... i was highly disturbed by their talk to jewellery and his huuuuuge cans of hair spray... it's a traumatising experience you know... walking into his room and smelling his strong &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt; STRONG &lt;strong&gt;strong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;strong&lt;/u&gt; cologne in the air... on his sheets... in the laundry... in the restroom ... EVERYWHERE.. but still.. he's family so i shall love him :D... aren't i just the sweetest?? hehehe... ego ego ego... god i wish i was thinner... and prettier...., i sure do sound extremely self-obsessed and vain don't i... haha... i guess it's something which i just can't help... it's practically burnt into me. heehee. i got prettiful new heels in aussie... didja know that the stuff here is like really ex?? they consider 30 bucks for a pair of shoes/slippers/sandels/whatever... really cheap?? god... how much do they earn?? lk... do you still have the &lt;u&gt;list&lt;/u&gt; ? hehehe... i found that damn amusing... sorry... inside joke kinda thing.... you still haven't given me your list yet you know..... anyways... i have to go now.... i really miss everyone... love 'em all.... yet no one's online.... sigh.... come online people.... pleeease?? i need to talk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110065999160873804</id><published>2004-11-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:53:11.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 15</title><content type='html'>whooooooo! i love my daddy... i'm leaving for sydney on friday yay!! going out with dude dad today yeap... to get mumsie dearest a present. i'm so happy.... i got the greenday album at long last and i love it. i absoulutely love it. it's wonderful.. even though i'm almost broke now i'm happy.... i' gonna buy another cd before i go sydney.. i do need music there don't i i mean... from the 19th nov - 22nd dec i need music relief you know?? my stupid twit of a mom scolded me yesterday because she said i talked too much on the phone... pahhhh... look at the amount of time she spends on her silly chinesey koreany soap operas... wheeeeeeeeeee! i can't wait!!! stef, tashie baby, shannon dear... kerry's comin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110065999160873804?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110065999160873804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110065999160873804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110065999160873804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110065999160873804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/11/confession-15.html' title='confession 15'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-110009974986530983</id><published>2004-11-10T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:15:49.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 14</title><content type='html'>damn.... i'm bloody tired.... rong's in china. i'm going australia. i loved today. it's fun teasing john. i sorta stole and changed lk's sister's nick name for herself. i'm now le ploop le belly belly... hehehe. i got major cramps. daddy's buying supper. i'm confused. i'm sad cause pple are sad. yep... i'll update tomorrow. happy day for indians.... have a woooonderful fifteen minute early deepavali.... yeah... cramps hurt like shit.bye bye all. le ploop le belly belly shall now groan in pain and go down soon for suppery supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-110009974986530983?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/110009974986530983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=110009974986530983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110009974986530983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/110009974986530983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/11/confession-14.html' title='confession 14'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109997526969632091</id><published>2004-11-09T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:32:15.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 13</title><content type='html'>hey... i'm back again! hehehe... lk's coming over tomorrow but the poor dear has to leave by 3... thanks to her evil mumsie.... hmph... i was reading out my last blog entry to her last night on the phone... when she heard about me "forcing" her to get to chick flicks she was practically screaming... heheh... she's so cute no? anyways.... i'm watching prince's music video "musicology" damn nice... has anyone ver wondered how the little kids in all these music videos dance so well? they're all so.... dancey-full. i wanna dance like them... i watched the wade robson project yesterday... whooo! learned the funny dance thingy wade taught them at the end of the show... damn fun... even though i can't dance for nuts... hehe (: vick might be coming too... hope she can... oh pffft.... i hardly have anything to write... it's just past noon and i'm still in pj pants and this huuuuuuuge shirt... comfy though. i'm going school later to pick my books up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of changing my song again.... the song's about how you wanna die and all that stuff yet it sounds damn happy dontcha think? haha.... good charlotte rocks though... hot hot hottness!! whoooo!!! mom said that i should be leaving for sydney by the last week of november yay!!! stef... my dearie cousin said she'd introduce me to the major hottness at her job at the movie place thingy... yep yep yep... i really can't wait to see them( the cousins not the hot pple just to let you know) .. it's almost been a year!!! but up till then.... it's all relaxation for me aka... shopping till i drop dead in the middle of orchard... heehee... i really feel like catching a movie some time soon. so if anyone is free... please tell me... silly lk's got cross and vick's got dance... i can't contact the others because they've already made plans to go out practically everyday!!!ahhhh poooof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn.... i wanna be like the pple on young posh and loaded... duude... i mean.... they drink champagne EVERY night and this silly little twit's being so ego... he was all like... i'm not just a raj!! i'm THE raj!! i wanna be THE kerry.... haha btw... did you realize that people from like the seventies and eighties had damn weird hair... it was just so.......BIG.... that's kinda scary... anyways... it's time to end off with... you guessed it!!! another bootiful song hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A new beginning, a new chapter of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;started the day, when i thought it could my last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my eyes were wide shut but i, hadn't given up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just thought i'd be walking, the world alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the blue, there i met &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you showed me a life i can't see without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's just no way that i can fight these emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your energy running through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody can renew me, like you...out of the blue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can this be true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and friends they were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't one for butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gave me love that i can't disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be times when we're apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know you're in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing into a beautiful garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no emotions, my whole body felt like ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;needed to feel, that the sun would shine my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my world had turned into dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i, had my faith and trust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thought i'd be walking the world alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;family and friends they were my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wasn't one for butterflies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you give me love that i can't disguise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be times when we're apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know you're in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing into a beautiful garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the blue, there i met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't believe that this happenened so soon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and there's just no way, that i can fight these emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your energy running through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(out of the blue, there i met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;showed me a life i can't see without you etc...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there will be times when we're apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know you're in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;growing into a beautiful garden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the blue, there i met you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funkaye funakaye song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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13'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109989586527479657</id><published>2004-11-08T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T22:39:15.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 12</title><content type='html'>... i'm bored... i'm really really really bored. so bored that i have decide to blog. yes. i'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bored. i just finished breakfast... even though it's like 2 right now... vick's gone for dancey dance practice boohoo. i wanted to call her up to talk... i just have a need to talk to someone right now and no one's home. i'm so sad. yep yep yep. i just found out that rach baby is in my class too... that adds one more to the &lt;em&gt;small&lt;/em&gt; amount of people in my '05 class i actually like. yeah. lk's coming over on wednesday if she doesn't have to work.. but she has to leave by three.. we're gonna watch a movie and i have decided to force her to rent a romantic cheesy chick flick. what could be better than that hm? hehehe. it's really fun to cry over those kind of movies and eat low-fat microwave popcorn at the same time... next thing i have to do is throw a girly sleepover... complete with facial masks and goodness knows what else. have you ever noticed that nelly and christina aguilera look damn good together... just like how usher and alicia keys look damn good together. they look so good it's sweet... haha... i'm ranting so weirdly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today feels damn weird.... i find out things that i wanted to find out... but when i do find out what they are... it doesn't seem all the big a thing anymore. it even becomes something you don't think you ever wanted to know. it's a strange feeling... a kind of regret mixed in with a bit of deciet and just cut out all the things you care from and that's exactly how you'd feel. strange isn't it. people don't usually gt what they want... yet they always seem to get the exact things they try to avoid. and sometimes it makes you wonder why you cared about&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; in the first place. ahhh heck... thisis kinda useless. to blog about the serious things in life? don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky might come on wednesday too. hopefully she can get off dance early... i don't like being alone... especially since my house is damn freakish... lk... if i was on the phone with you now.. you'd probably know what i'd say.... _._ _ _ _._._ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. hehehe i bet you know what that is dontcha? hehehee... as almost usual.. i'll stop writing here and end with a bootifully bootiful song....oh and if anyone's free.... PLEASE TELL ME.... i'm dying to go out... even with this horrid burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear the clock, it's six a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far from where I've been&lt;br /&gt;I got my eggs and my pancakes too&lt;br /&gt;I got my maple syrup, everything but you&lt;br /&gt;I break the yolks, make a smiley face&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like it in my brand new place&lt;br /&gt;I wipe the spots off the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave the keys in the door&lt;br /&gt;I never put wet towels on the floor anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams last for so long&lt;br /&gt;Even after you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;And soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I called my momma, she was out for a walk&lt;br /&gt;Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn't wanna talk&lt;br /&gt;So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news&lt;br /&gt;More hearts being broken or people being used&lt;br /&gt;Put on my coat in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;I saw a movie, it just wasn't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was happy and I was sad&lt;br /&gt;It made me miss you oh so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams last for so long&lt;br /&gt;Even after you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;And soon you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go about my business&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine&lt;br /&gt;Besides what would I say&lt;br /&gt;If I had you on the line&lt;br /&gt;Same old stort, not much to say&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are broken, everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I brush my teeth and put the cap back on&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate it when I leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;I pick up a book, turn the sheets down&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and a good look around&lt;br /&gt;Put on my pjs and hop into bed&lt;br /&gt;I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead&lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;I just shouldn't think anymore tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreams last for so long&lt;br /&gt;Even after you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me&lt;br /&gt;And soon I know you'll see&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;You were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is just plain bootiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109989586527479657?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109989586527479657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109989586527479657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109989586527479657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109989586527479657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/11/confession-12.html' title='confession 12'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109981198593649786</id><published>2004-11-07T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:55:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 11</title><content type='html'>oh sweet freak... oh freak oh freak oh freak. i hate my '05 class. not to mention the fact that &lt;em&gt;certain people &lt;/em&gt;are going to be there as well. i'm going to absoulutly one hundred percently die a painful torturous death there... though the people there will probably enjoy watching me in pain as i sit through lessons with them... I HATE MY CLASS.... and next year's class as well. oh well... fate just hates me... stupid stuuupiiiid fate. i'm telling you... i'm gonna work extra hard next yr so i can get better marks and work my way outta that worthless class...god help me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... went for sijia's birthday thingae yesterday at siloso beach.... i'm damn burnt now... it's really hard to sleep comfortably with a burn ya know... hehehe.... it was fun though... saw this group of lil kids trying to spin a pizza thingy and it ended up sticking to the ceiling and the waiter guy had to help them pull it down... needless to ay they didn't eat it... wasn't that just so obvious???? i'm being lame-ish-ly lame once again. pahh... i was so tired after yesterday that i didn't go to church this morning and only woke up at like 12... and that's only because my daddy called to tell me that he had bought lunch... back to yesterday... yeah... the sand kept on getting in my pants and me and kris... or was it zoe... started to sing the incredibly silly song that chuckie from rugrats sang... ya know the one that goes like " i got sand in mah pants! i got sand in mah pants!!!" that one... and then me and kris and zoe decided to go buy some chips...ALOT of chips.. while the others... vicky and all... were at the bridgey thingy... so then kris... zoe...elizabeth and rachel... who just happened to be sleeping and tanning at the same time... ate almost all the chips.. MWAHAHA... then they all came back... john with vicky on his back haha... and they all went to bathe... i didn't coz i just changed... kris too... because i was already dry... then elizabeth and rachel went to swim and me kris and nerrizah "watched" the sunset.. but it was like... at first when the sun started to set... these two girls with huuuuge asses blocked the damn view... then when they finally moved... a stupid ship came to block it too... oh pahh them.... then we were all just relaxing and talking and all when some pple who brought a cd player switched off their music and kris was all like... HEY!!! WHY YOU OFF THE MUSIC!!!... extremely funny... ha.ha.ha. then we all smushed on three towels and talked and looked at the stars.. 'cept there was only like five stars that we could see.. so eventually we got up at took the bus back to harbour front where we aaaall went to eat pastamania and we made some kinda weird concoction with salt pepper ice and some funny other things which i think was red pepper.. haha. then some ppe actually ate it... then dad came and i needed to leave. yeap... that was the almost &lt;em&gt;whooooole&lt;/em&gt; of yesterday... fun no? me and lk gotta go do that some time soon again. and btw pple.... public transport is scaary... beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall end off with a bootiful song.. hehehe... it's so prettiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fought and he's fallen&lt;br /&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;br /&gt;A sinister romantic&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachin' torches to burn bright&lt;br /&gt;She's hanging on the cheek of night&lt;br /&gt;A snowy dove trooping with crows&lt;br /&gt;He never saw true beauty till tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Show him that much&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;br /&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's fought and he's fallen&lt;br /&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;br /&gt;A glittery romantic&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's about to be and she's about to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bounty's boundless like the sea&lt;br /&gt;His love is endless, just as deep&lt;br /&gt;The more he gives the more he has&lt;br /&gt;`Cause both of them are truly infinite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Show him that much&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;br /&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sinister romantic&lt;br /&gt;He's on his knees before he's on his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;She'll take him to the brink of deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Show him that much&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;So he falls in love to feel that he's falling&lt;br /&gt;She'll let him know his heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't you know it&lt;br /&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Shakespeare in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that song is damn sweet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109981198593649786?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109981198593649786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109981198593649786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109981198593649786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109981198593649786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/11/confession-11.html' title='confession 11'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109927676715418408</id><published>2004-10-31T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T18:39:27.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 10</title><content type='html'>duuude... seriously... what's with all you anons?? you go to pple's tagboards and say shitty thing sabout them and yet you don't dare leave your names... scared or something? if you are... then just don't say anything at all. i seriously think i know who it is. but don't come to my tagboard thinking you're that person and writing even more shitty stuff about you not being the only person who hates me... i know that pple hate me... i don't do much about it... but i do want it to change... so if i've offended you in any way... i'm sorry? satisfied now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's was just a little note to all you anons out there yeah? anyway. talentime was pretty good except the wrong person won but besides that... it was &lt;em&gt;mostly&lt;/em&gt;  okay... except at the end when i was waiting for my dad to come... wrong place to wait... sigh... bye y'all in no mood to blog... for particular reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109927676715418408?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109927676715418408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109927676715418408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109927676715418408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109927676715418408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/10/confession-10.html' title='confession 10'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109887145133554390</id><published>2004-10-27T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T03:04:11.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 9</title><content type='html'>hey to all you readers out there. i just wanted to let y'all know that i know that i'm hated by loads of people and i won't be so much like others who are hated and say that it doesn't bother me. because it does. but even though i'm bothered AND confused about it. i don't think that i should change myself totally just to make you like me. everyone is entitled to his/her own opinion ... basically... that means i don't give a shit if you hate me or not. (: deal with it. sigh.. forget about it. i should be out living my life to the fullest and not care about all these silly weirdos. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talentime's this saturday... gonna go shopping with lk on friday for clothes. actually asked rong to go out today but she couldn't reply me.... but she was FREE!!! damn ... i replied to the hate tag posted on lk's board... you know the one which said "kerry you're always so fucking lame. you fat slut."  haha.. would've found it quite interesting... but it was a hate tag to ME but it was posted on my friend's board. that's evil. you wanna insult me. go to my blog and do it. don't go dirty someone else's board with your crappy nonsense.  then just because i said that i &lt;em&gt;thought &lt;/em&gt;i knew who the person was. oliver comes along and tags the board saying that he knows i think it's him... my ass... i just think it's someone else whom i should not name here. as i am nice.. unlike others. and do not want to deface that person's name with acusations... pahhh!!! sigh... my class hates me you know... i hate my class too... it's kinda like we love each other... 'cept it's hate... haha... going into my lame zone again aren't i? i'm just kinda thinking over the whole "everyone hating me" thingy and i was just wondering....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's true isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109887145133554390?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109887145133554390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109887145133554390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109887145133554390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109887145133554390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/10/confession-9.html' title='confession 9'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109862297466546715</id><published>2004-10-24T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T06:02:54.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 8</title><content type='html'>hey again.. see... i'm keeping my promise aren't i... blogging &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; more frequently no? hahaha... yesterday was a pissy day... my parents were being bitchy.... didn't let me go out and all... i was sooo aloooone and deprived of human contact...  haha.. once again the lameness shall overwhelm me... hehe... my charger's screwed... the little green light on it keeps flashing... gah... now my phone has like one-eighth of one bar of battery left... anyway... weird person tagging my blog... shoo... damn... my dad's being a real bitch right now... i'm telling you... parents are annoying.. they don't even let you hang out with your friends if your friends just happen to "piss off" your parents.... ARGH... now i'm annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from rach ok's house... the cell group was watching ella enchanted and we were all making so much noise when the scene in which she was s'posed to kill him was playing... haha.. i was just cheering them on to kiss each other.. haha ... damn sweet.. but almost nothing can beat the sweetness of wimbledon... haha.. i still remember me and lk... squealing our heads off in cine... annoying the group of guys in front of us... wanna do that again.... hehehe.. lk baby? hear my cry for us to once again have lk-kerry time and annoy the woooorld... haha... why do i keep saying haha... it's like a haha-y diesease... it just makes you constantly say haha... haha... see i haha told you haha.... hehehe... i shall refuse the call of the haha-ness!!!!! RESIST I TELL YOU RESIST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i boring you my dahhling readers? am i now? i am? oh damn? well if you're bored...just close this window and leave me aloooone... what? you're still here? sigh... thought i got rid of you!! guess i'll just have to entertain you just a bit more no? hehee... didja know that falling in love is healthy... and kissing boosts your immune system? it's true!!! *nods* i read it in some magazine i have now thrown around my room. my room's a disaster... i just cleared it and i just messed it up again... weird little old youngish me. sometimes i talk to myself... inside my head... it's weird.... yes.... but it keeps me calm and happy at times... you guys should try it some time... talk to yourself... damn... i'm so weird... you guys are weird too! this was one whoooooole weird entry and you guys shall be left alone by weird me to do your weird stuff as i do my weird stuf... so shoo.... scram... but come back again!!!!!haha... love y'all.... MWA and remember... fall in love soon... you'll live longer!!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109862297466546715?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109862297466546715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109862297466546715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109862297466546715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109862297466546715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/10/confession-8.html' title='confession 8'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109826756813872793</id><published>2004-10-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T03:19:28.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 7</title><content type='html'>hey y'all... i'm finally blogging again... can't believe the exams are finally over... now the stress of getting results are here... and i failed my science.... damn.... yeah... lotsa my "friends" think i'm lying about him... heck... i don't care anymore... he knows for himself what he's done... i'm gonna stop talking about him now... making me feel sick. anyways!!! ken finally got himself a blog... 2 entries only though... haha... trying to get my dad to let me out on saturday... he constantly tells me that i "go gallavanting" too much... sigh... is it just me or do all parents seem to think that every time we go out... it means we're gonna gallavant? who the heck came up with that word...gallavant... it's such a weird word... meh... i'm rambling again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo boy... i just saw a guy with humungo biceps on ripleys believe it or not.. they're like... 24 inches all around... damn... he used to be pretty hot when he was young...  did i mention that me and kim are all right now? i'm so happy... the family is back together... btw... i finally finally finally gathered up the guts to msg him.... i thought it impossible... but i did it... *woooot* go me! .... in the process of rejoycing and wondering if he'd msg back... he msged back.... and when the phone started to vibrate... i gave myself an ulcer...bit my lip... dang... it hurts like hell... yeeep.... but i'm damn happy i did it... now amy dearest doesn't need to be annoyed so much by my inccesant ramblings of the hottness of *fill in the blank* heehee.....whoooooooooooo! i'm so happppyyyy... maybe this is how it feels to be drunk..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going shopping.... in particular... i feel like shopping tonight...  i also feel like eating teppenyaki... lamb teppenyaki... they make the vege taste soooo good... i also need to figure out what i'm wearing for talentime.... i might have to change my outsit cause lk baby... who i'm going to talentime with.... got a skirt which looks a whole dang lot like the one i got from sher... haha... gotta get new outfit... ahhhhhh!! heehee... but dang.... half my reason to get a new outfit for talentime isn't even going!!! *sob* but nevermind!!! i must look good still...haha.. i sound so vain... people..... tag me!!! my taggie board is dying... *funeral march starts playing in background* haha.. i'm being so lame... cereal and diet coke do not go together.... i repeat... DO NOT GO TOGETHER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed school today... so i have no idea if i passed math and history or not... argh... i feel all stressed... well/... i'm gonna go eat soon... so ciao and MWA ... heeehee... btw... heed the warning about cereal and diet coke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109826756813872793?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109826756813872793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109826756813872793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109826756813872793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109826756813872793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/10/confession-7.html' title='confession 7'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109808230744098176</id><published>2004-10-17T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:51:47.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i'm now the one in the wrong.... do you know what? you should think about what exactly you did... this time...  try not to lie... to me... to your "friends" ...to yourself. you think i'm the one who did you wrong... who was just out to spite you... well... you're wrong... i thought you made a pretty decent person... then i found out what was happening...  and what happened happened. stop trying to act like you're innocent, guilt-free and the victim here... well here are the facts... you're not... you may have people who think you are... but i don't give a flying fuck about them... this is between you and your conscience... for you to realise not everyone adores and worships you... you should be thankful i bothered to actually devote this entry to you and your damn oversized ego.. just to let you know.... i hate you oliver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109808230744098176?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109808230744098176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109808230744098176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109808230744098176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109808230744098176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/10/confessions.html' title='confessions'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109575498583076913</id><published>2004-09-21T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:23:05.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo all my dahhhling dahhhhlings...heehee... me's being lame today.... anyways.... i just realised why all of my other bloggys all died out one by one... i never blog and that's why!!!! so i have decided to tryyy my best to blog more often ya? great! i shall update you on my doing over the past few days.... saturday was fun... met rong while she was trying to save the cute lil' animals..haha... then both of us and mark went to go look for something to wear for wen fu's wedding later on and ended up being 2 hrs late... haha... i thought it would've been funny if we burst in at the smooch and disrupted the whole thingsom...pooof.i'm at jo's house right now. yupyup... gotta go for tuition in a bit so...ciao babes and MWWAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109575498583076913?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109575498583076913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109575498583076913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575498583076913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575498583076913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/09/confession-5_109575498583076913.html' title='confession 5'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109575498230466011</id><published>2004-09-21T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:23:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo all my dahhhling dahhhhlings...heehee... me's being lame today.... anyways.... i just realised why all of my other bloggys all died out one by one... i never blog and that's why!!!! so i have decided to tryyy my best to blog more often ya? great! i shall update you on my doing over the past few days.... saturday was fun... met rong while she was trying to save the cute lil' animals..haha... then both of us and mark went to go look for something to wear for wen fu's wedding later on and ended up being 2 hrs late... haha... i thought it would've been funny if we burst in at the smooch and disrupted the whole thingsom...pooof.i'm at jo's house right now. yupyup... gotta go for tuition in a bit so...ciao babes and MWWAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109575498230466011?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109575498230466011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109575498230466011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575498230466011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575498230466011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/09/confession-5_21.html' title='confession 5'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109575497446810832</id><published>2004-09-21T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:22:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helloooo all my dahhhling dahhhhlings...heehee... me's being lame today.... anyways.... i just realised why all of my other bloggys all died out one by one... i never blog and that's why!!!! so i have decided to tryyy my best to blog more often ya? great! i shall update you on my doing over the past few days.... saturday was fun... met rong while she was trying to save the cute lil' animals..haha... then both of us and mark went to go look for something to wear for wen fu's wedding later on and ended up being 2 hrs late... haha... i thought it would've been funny if we burst in at the smooch and disrupted the whole thingsom...pooof.i'm at jo's house right now. yupyup... gotta go for tuition in a bit so...ciao babes and MWWAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109575497446810832?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109575497446810832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109575497446810832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575497446810832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109575497446810832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/09/confession-5.html' title='confession 5'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109452806970444469</id><published>2004-09-06T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T20:34:29.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions 4</title><content type='html'>hey y'all... sorry.. haven't posted in quite a bit hmm. anyways. tried calling amy in the morning.. the stupid git was at school... POOF YOU AMYYY. yeah. we were talking yesterday about icksome movies and how ome of them are just full of how people die. looks at "Anacondas 1" with guy regurgitated by snake with eyeball missing yucko. anyways... amy's cousin was s'posed to call... but he didn't... poooooof. gonna change the song to me bloggie soon... this one's gettin kinda old.. thinkin about putting kelly clarkson's breakaway. but that's only if i can find it sigh... i'm so bored. wanted to go eat breakfast with someone at STARBUCKS!!! but noooo. everyone's either at school or grounded. dang. crud. they don't have breakaway yet... i feel so sniffly today.&lt;br /&gt;i was listening to breakaway just now, watching the video too... sigh... if that little girl was real, i'd wanna be her. anyways... rong my dearest mumsie.  on wen fu's wedding day we gotta go for a makeover... please? (: i'm being really lame today.... wait... aren't i lame everyday? but today i'm especially lame ..haha... see what i mean?anyways... i got this really cute 2 shirts at cine on sunday... but one of 'em got stained... by popcorn butter or lemonade i think... cause joyce, rach and i went to go watch &lt;em&gt;"Anacondas: Hunt for the blood orchid"&lt;/em&gt;  basically it's all about how everyone gets killed off one by one in a gigantic snake orgy... considerably icksome... there was one part where it was damn funny and evryone was laughing then the snakie grabbed the guy by his middle and everyone screamed.&lt;br /&gt;yupyup... gotta go get ready for tuition now...poof. let's end off with a song shall we (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kelly clarkson-breakaway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grew up in a small town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when the rain would fall down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd just stare out my window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreaming of what could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i end up happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;trying hard to reach out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when i tried to speak out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt like no one could hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanted to belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but something felt so wrong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i'd pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a wish, take a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a change and break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i won't forget the ones that i love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll take a risk, take a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a change and break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleep under a palm tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel the rush of the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get onboard a fast train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;travel on a jetplane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;i'll do what it takes till i touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;make a wish, take a chance&lt;br /&gt;make a change and break away&lt;br /&gt;out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;but i won't forget the ones that i love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta take a risk, take a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a change and break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buildings with a hundred floors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;spinning with revolving doors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know where they'll take me but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gotta keep movin' on movin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll spread my wings and i'll learn how to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i gotta take a risk, take a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make a change and break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;break away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song... it's so meaningful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109452806970444469?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109452806970444469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109452806970444469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109452806970444469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109452806970444469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/09/confessions-4.html' title='confessions 4'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109396254153686510</id><published>2004-08-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T07:29:01.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 3</title><content type='html'>         heyooo... today was aces day... wasn't as fun as before... so me an steph sat down and before we knew it... it was ooovvverrrr. sigh. the class got mrs. lee these two pillows sewed together stuffed with like photos and stuff toys then we got mr. ong lots an lts an lots an lots of pictures of our class and a leather wallet, belt and key holder. when we told mrs. lee what we got for mr. ong... she was all like "giiirls... you're spoiling hiiiim." quite weird then she started doing her weird heheheheheh laugh. straaaange.....&lt;br /&gt;         anyways... me and van went to raffles after that cause she needed to go give her ex-teachers flowers and it was kinda weird. then we went to nanyang cause apparently, hii kai lin skipped the mg teachers' day celebration to go to the nanyang one to play drums for a "band" which was performing all american rejects's "swing swing" for the nanyang celebration. sadly, me and van had to leave cause her dad was gonna pick up from raffles so we had to rush back there majorly fast. van's dad was s'posed to be at the front gate so we went by the back gate... then he called her to say he was at the back gate so we freaked and ran a huuuuge circle to go back to the back gate...AGAIN. sigh... we eventually got back to her house but her daddy was being a bastard. so he was mean to her... i shall not go into detail. poof.&lt;br /&gt;         oh shit... me parent's are home now... so bye... shall complete the post tmrrw (: nightsies.... MWA!!!! xoxoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109396254153686510?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109396254153686510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109396254153686510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109396254153686510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109396254153686510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/08/confession-3.html' title='confession 3'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109387496964562069</id><published>2004-08-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T07:09:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confession 2</title><content type='html'>         heyo... me's baaack! finally fixed most of e stuff on the blog. but everything's still kinda messy. hope y'all like the song, it's "shakespeare in love". sigh... can't wait for the sept hols. to start... can you believe it... my dad's being such an ass, he won't allow me to go over to sher's house to sleepover because you know what?!? he says he's afraid i'll become like my sis and leanne because they always sleepover at each others' places. it's damn annoying. so i told him that i wouldn't be like staying for the whole hols and that i would only stay for a night and you know what he said... he said, well...it all started with one night.&lt;br /&gt;         tomorrow's teachers day... didn't get anything for any of them... don't really like any of my teachers this year.. they all hate me. it's also gonna be aces day tomorrow... once again we're gonna see a extremely gayish instructer who's probably gonna make us do some really freaky moves and stuff to some lame music.. bet all the teachers will wear like teeny shorts and too tight t-shirts..haha. kinda scared to see what mrs. lee's gonna wear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shudder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...god... eyuchh... anyways... she invited this guest speaker who's this almost purely Rafflesian,  pastor's wife to come preach to us about studying smart. and this woman was boosting her ego throughout the whole damn class chapel and went ooonnn and ooon about her career her family and how she's sooooo young.&lt;br /&gt;       anyway.... gonna go now... stephy's nagging... wants me bloggie addy... poof. let's end with a song!!!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt;I like bananas whoo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;       I think that mangos are sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      I like papayas papayas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Bur nothing can beat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      the sweeeeet sweeeet love of God!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109387496964562069?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109387496964562069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109387496964562069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109387496964562069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109387496964562069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/08/confession-2.html' title='confession 2'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8109292.post-109369881274791599</id><published>2004-08-28T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T06:13:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-confession 1-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hey all you guys out there... yupsie doodles... my very first post after a loooong time. kinda lost all my user names and passwords to my blogs so hopefully... i'll remember this one. heehee. anyways... yup... there's no one to talk to online now... everyone's like... &lt;strong&gt;STOOOOONED&lt;/strong&gt; ... sigh. i really miss all ya musical people out there even though it's been almost a month. *sob* i'm gonna get my navel repierced again straight after swimming pe's dead and gone *woooot* i'm contemplating getting my tongue done too but like... it'll be really easy for my parents to find out cause i'd speak funny. lalala. i'm so bored. poof. i'm being really random today and i have no absoulute idea why.... anyway... mumsie rong. can you go out with me during sept hols.... i feel like shopping (: . i need new clothes.... and shoes.... and bags.... and eye liner.... and lip gloss.... i bet i'm putting all of you to sleep right now with my nonsensical ryamblingies. this is weird... i'm gonna go now... yup... gotta bathe...all ya take care sleep tight and &lt;strong&gt;MWA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  xoxoxo-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8109292-109369881274791599?l=confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/feeds/109369881274791599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8109292&amp;postID=109369881274791599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109369881274791599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8109292/posts/default/109369881274791599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofa-star-.blogspot.com/2004/08/confession-1.html' title='-confession 1-'/><author><name>almostfamous-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13336409328920315805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
