<?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-2298750415558522737</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:17:17.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy, Breezy , Beautiful Cover Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-7297357018203018169</id><published>2009-02-03T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T02:08:23.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.uhululu.wordpress.com&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/2298750415558522737-7297357018203018169?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7297357018203018169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7297357018203018169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7297357018203018169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7297357018203018169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2274201082709389206</id><published>2009-01-28T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:24:54.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We all know that in life, nothing is ever permanent. One thing that’s ever constant is change. On good days, there will be opportunities wherein you can add something to enrich your life. And on bad days, there is that chance to experience heartbreak over certain losses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For every individual, there are different levels of intensity on how they deal with a loss. It wouldn’t automatically mean the end of the world or that it’s a signal of the beginning of the dark ages. Sometimes, it’s just as simple as a bump on the road but for others, it can mean — heartbreak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What are the kinds of losses that can trigger such an emotion? It can make you think, actually. Is it limited to relationships alone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It can be a loss of a father even when he’s still alive, a journal that has records of your dreams, your past and your hopes for the future, a project that you risked a whole lot of yourself just to keep it afloat, or, yes, what everyone would associate this post with, a partner, whom you’ve offered your heart, which you laboured to keep safe the past six years, to with few questions asked.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life is not only about what’s fair. I reckon it’s all about what you take from it — how you live it. I’ve always put more weight on the present over anything else. The past teaches me. The future inspires me but it’s the present, which matters because that’s where I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dealing with losses and sadness, can be really difficult, now that I've truly experienced the heart of the situation itself. Having bubbly, naughty but yet benevolent Ezekial, suffer from that much pain can sometimes leave the people around him drown in immerse heartache, as you see the poor child lying in the ICU ward, in a comatose but constantly weeping through those eyes because of the pain inflicted on his brain, and then you start to put yourself into that situation, the impact of knocking into a tree and thereafter the concrete lamp-post.  What did this child have to do in order to suffer from these critical affliction of the brain. It's the brain we're talking about here, there's no transplant for this organ..... Sometimes we all wished that we could perhaps take as much pain away from him as possible, but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Chinese New Year's filled with so many negative emotions, fustration, irritation, anger, heartache, disappointment, worry, last one: sorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every year my mum's side of the family would gather from wherever they are in the world to Malaysia to celebrate the birth of a wonderful woman, my grandmother who's birthday also falls on the 26 January, imagine the whole festive spirit bubbling with excitement and joy, children laughing, adults chattering, but mainly it is the "Sisters" spirit and character that brings out the family. My mum has 9 sisters and 4 brother, bringing a total of 13 siblings, what a big family. Being apart most of the time, I guess this is the only period where they can all gather and catch up, do stuff together.... So it is an unfailing tradition to go back to the heart of the family in Kukup, Malaysia, where all my aunties, uncles and mum grew up... This year was definitely not an exception, but unfortunately little did we expect that things would turn out that way. Aunty Lillian, Ezekial and Uncle Philip were driving down from Kukup to JB because we were celebrating Grandma's birthday mass there. As they were driving, there was a car that was going to come head-on with them so hopefully in seeking a solution, Aunty tried to avoid the crash but in the end she drove her whole family towards the tree, banging down a small Kencil car, causing it to overturn. But, prior to that the dashboard of the car's small, so Ezekial's head on banged straight on by the concrete lamp-post causing extensive blood clot and tilting of the brain. Aunty lost a lot of blood, whereas Uncle just injured his neck, traumatised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were all sent immediately to Pontian Hospital, of which in the end only Aunty Lillian remained there, Ezee needed more professional medic care so initially they wanted to bring him out to get treated in Singapore but it was all too late, so they settled for JB's General Hospital. 4 Hours op to tilt the brain back to it's position as well as the blood clot. After the Op, he was put into coma, but I guess the pain must have been excruciating, that he teared regularly and we thought that it was just some leakage from the drip... Possible outcomes of this child? Not exactly optimistic. But God will strengthen him, for he is Ezekial,  which is the meaning of his name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having all these happening comes upon the sudden death of Aunty Agnes, Grandma's sister. I dont think I would want to elaborate any further, but I think being 85, I don't think I would be able to take it if I knew that my son, daughter-in-law and grandson got into a severe accident and my sister died. What a birthday gift indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is, &lt;/span&gt;a lot for things to be happening at the same time, I'm not ready for school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but thanks guys for the lovely and encouraging messages (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keep praying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe that it’s through God’s mercy will I find the reason behind all of it. I’m trusting His heart that He knows what’s best for me. He has given me that gift, which I lost. I reckon, there’ll come a day when He’ll give me one more opportunity. No ifs nor buts. Just happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2274201082709389206?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2274201082709389206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2274201082709389206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2274201082709389206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2274201082709389206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-all-know-that-in-life-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1483274971351982197</id><published>2009-01-26T02:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:01:41.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the sudden urge to write a lot, but I dont seem to wanna write here because my blogskin's so dull, and I can't change it, there's some weird error.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1483274971351982197?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1483274971351982197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1483274971351982197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1483274971351982197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1483274971351982197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-sudden-urge-to-write-lot-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4399954035624185894</id><published>2009-01-16T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:29:42.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tip top, drip drop, bottles pop, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lips lock, hips rock, don't stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is catchy, i like HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bottle Pop's been playing in my brain's iTunes all day long since warm ups, it's kinda nice in a weird way I dont know. I think that my blogskin is so dull now, I'm gonna change it soon (:&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have your friends living near you that's what I realised. Hee. Cause cause you know alex left her A Maths book in sch, so had to borrow mine and I got to go down and pass her the book, I know it's dumb luh but hey come on, it's quite fun ey! Sadly our rendevouz under the bridge didn't last for even 5 mins. Tomorrow's CCA Orientation and the same usual stuff happening again...&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, Marie passed me the SYF schedule, can faint. 49 trainings..............&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NO COMPLAINS ------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i am blogging horribly nowadays, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;there's so much happening, but I dont know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday's coming and as much as the others look forward to it, I'm sort of dreading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a shoutout to special Maryanneeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOUR HUGS TOOOOO! ): I'm like some spastic nerd now can.&lt;br /&gt;practically no life shit, how you'd call it. I missss youuuu threeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't seem like there's time anymore to talk.&lt;br /&gt;but! I LOVE YOU TOO.&lt;br /&gt;this feels like some long-distance relationship, but more special luh of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like spacing this whole post out, should I? let me try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BETTER NOT. - shut up estelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4399954035624185894?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4399954035624185894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4399954035624185894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4399954035624185894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4399954035624185894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/tip-top-drip-drop-bottles-pop-lips-lock.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8630317214325407790</id><published>2009-01-14T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T05:12:09.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello friends of my blog, this is practically the only 10mins I get on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;and the whole of last week I didn't think I came on for any longer than an hour (:&lt;br /&gt;Resulting in overflooding of emails and being out of the cyber civilisation.&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy, actually since when am I not busy? HAHA okay whatever, anyways it's busi-er than usual, Sec 3 life is siao, almost every subject has homework to be completed and after you'd definitely want to like do notes and stuff. NO TIME.&lt;br /&gt;6 days a week of SYF, eating my energy &amp;amp; mind out, leaving me with only disinteregrated bits of my brain left, I think I'm speaking neuronically now. Is there even such a word? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay, we're really pushing for Gold with Honours, Danceworks audition today and the seniors came back, so nice to have them back again! I miss Danceworks a bit though, but Year 2010, I'll be back. HAHA kidding luh, so dramatic. My head's like swelling like crazy now, Ms Teo has been stressing us all during English class, trying to let us know the importance of studying extremely hard and at every free period we have to revise our notes, because okay okay, you read carefully alright. Even a scholar who had gotten 6 points for O's doesn't know where to go. RJ,VJ, NJ's cut-off point's 4. And that is definitely not a scenario I'd wanna find myself in.&lt;br /&gt;6 points, and she doesn't know where to go already.&lt;br /&gt;This year's batch of Sec 4's in my school did EXTREMELY EXTREMELY well, they are all intellectual peeps I must say. 98 or something % distinction, and only 1.3% failed.&lt;br /&gt;So the teachers are all pushing for even better results.&lt;br /&gt;I want to skip this whole O Level's part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we got the Yearbook for 2008 and it's nicer this year because all the faces are like enlarged and Dance got like super pretty cover pages of Dance Night &amp;amp; our formal CCA picture(:&lt;br /&gt;Mother's coming home from Hong Kong tonight after 3 crappy days, life is horrible without her :D oh well, time to get dressed to fetch her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ i miss daily mass, but I'm gonna read for morning mass in school from next week onwards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8630317214325407790?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8630317214325407790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8630317214325407790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8630317214325407790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8630317214325407790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-friends-of-my-blog-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3833726720180574128</id><published>2009-01-07T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:16:09.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(:&lt;br /&gt;it's the third day of school and I'm working my butt out already.&lt;br /&gt;but my teachers are really awesome. Ms May Chong is crazy strict&lt;br /&gt;and fantastic when she teaches, because she's so precise plus her intimidating&lt;br /&gt;voice makes everyone listen in class.&lt;br /&gt;today i made a stupid mistake, haha it is really dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2 x -2 = ?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I said the answer was -4.&lt;br /&gt;but I know that it's 4!! cause (-) x (-) = (+)&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's an extremely long day, meetings lined up till 7!&lt;br /&gt;god bless me.&lt;br /&gt;i need energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catechism is starting in 4days.&lt;br /&gt;hardcore syf training on sat for 5 hours, no break :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3833726720180574128?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3833726720180574128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3833726720180574128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3833726720180574128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3833726720180574128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-third-day-of-school-and-im-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8961475651664716377</id><published>2009-01-04T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:27:01.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O.N.E FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;ONE FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;What does it say?&lt;br /&gt;ONE FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ONE FOUR 2009 (:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;If only I was Sec 1 . and in your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;HELLO EVERYONE! I am officially back from Sec 1 Orientation Camp, and it was sucha blast! I was made PSL along with Joan, Jia and Cheryl for Sec 1/4! This class was like so much more than we could ever ask for, they are like super compliant and really enthu about everything, even though at certain points they drove me crazy pissed HAHA because they broke open their classroom doors to take their bathing things when I told them to wait outside class AND THEY LEFT THEIR VALUABLES lying on the floor, with the doors open! HAHA, I was like seriously pissed to the max, hahahaha frightened them a bit by like lecturing them HAHAH SUPER FUN, okayokay that is being mean, But anyways, they are really a bunch of understanding and smart people, what a nice class to be in, if only I was still Sec 1, I think I would love to be in their class (: But you know, it makes me feel so old, like you're older by 2 years and your classroom is SKY HIGH , @ Level 4, while theirs is like at the ground level. Yeah, so I sort of missed my first day's lessons but I spent 15 mins with my new class, and it's basically comprised of 4 bunches of different classmates, there's 2/3, 2/4, 2/7, 2/8 all in one! HAHA the seating arrangement on the first day was typical, one class is one row. Oh oh I just remembered, Alex came for Campfire night too! With Sammi (: Cause her sister, Nicole is studying in my school and she's in Blue House! HAHA YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that I would blend myself into the schooling spirit that fast, but it seems that I'm all piped up to start studying hard again! I love my homework.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I guess it's just the school spirit highness after Orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow, and morning run and learning journey with 1/4 again!&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;darling voice, please come back from your holiday I need you asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S A VIDEO DURING THEIR CLASS ITEM'S PREP!&lt;br /&gt;and check out the Yellow shirt girl, Connie, she's super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7b761d3f288afec" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7b761d3f288afec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332540844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BBFE09A324C367D12BAB38A08DA9B420DA6A08B.83CC964D524816B66E635A7F4D84E86CFDAABD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7b761d3f288afec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHWPJS_frMlVtOLNrP4SZ1-RmTsU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7b761d3f288afec%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332540844%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BBFE09A324C367D12BAB38A08DA9B420DA6A08B.83CC964D524816B66E635A7F4D84E86CFDAABD3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7b761d3f288afec%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHWPJS_frMlVtOLNrP4SZ1-RmTsU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8961475651664716377?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f7b761d3f288afec&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8961475651664716377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8961475651664716377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8961475651664716377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8961475651664716377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2009/01/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1716542825092790276</id><published>2008-12-31T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:04:55.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW WHO ARE MY TEACHERS FOR 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes, if you're in 3/6 too then WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English : Ms Josephine Teo ( HAHAHA, so damn good. )&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths: Mrs May Chong ( no idea what she's like)&lt;br /&gt;A. Maths : - unknown -&lt;br /&gt;Physics: Mr Jason Ng&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry: Ms Kelly Nandar ( My prediction came true, looks like I gotta face her all my life )&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies : Soh Wai Teng&lt;br /&gt;Elective Geography: Mrs Jacqueline Yip ( GOODIE )&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: -unknown-&lt;br /&gt;Core Literature : Ms Puja Dada ( same as last year -.- )&lt;br /&gt;P.E: Mr Daryl Chan ( HAHAHAHAHHAA&lt; OH MY GOD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classroom is now at the 4th level! haha ahhhhh it gets higher.&lt;br /&gt;G406, I hope the fengshui's good nah kidding.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA Kelly Nandar's our Form Teacher, I seriously hit the jackpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time for a new start!&lt;br /&gt;happy new year everyone (: it's 5am now and I'm finally sober after a bathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1716542825092790276?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1716542825092790276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1716542825092790276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1716542825092790276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1716542825092790276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-who-are-my-teachers-for-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3755694484267247501</id><published>2008-12-29T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T10:21:59.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HASTA LA VISTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this font needs to be bigger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkPTrXDTsI/AAAAAAAAATA/0BtoGEzxdMo/s1600-h/n1052416145_244429_1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkPTrXDTsI/AAAAAAAAATA/0BtoGEzxdMo/s320/n1052416145_244429_1864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272468427329218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maryanne, Rachel and Estelle (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkQqgK0UnI/AAAAAAAAATI/y2kg-UTTgKM/s1600-h/n1052416145_244439_4680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkQqgK0UnI/AAAAAAAAATI/y2kg-UTTgKM/s320/n1052416145_244439_4680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285273960071844466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkRDS8xQrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bIuprtvsNec/s1600-h/n1052416145_244442_5579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkRDS8xQrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/bIuprtvsNec/s320/n1052416145_244442_5579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285274386019992242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooh Shawn? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkSqVYc4FI/AAAAAAAAATg/aR2jtRu8qKU/s1600-h/n1052416145_244444_6175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkSqVYc4FI/AAAAAAAAATg/aR2jtRu8qKU/s320/n1052416145_244444_6175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276156199493714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkS0GKIT1I/AAAAAAAAATo/O-SI0MFmDho/s1600-h/n1052416145_244446_6782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkS0GKIT1I/AAAAAAAAATo/O-SI0MFmDho/s320/n1052416145_244446_6782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276323911585618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkS-lyvW9I/AAAAAAAAATw/iVb4Qrng8As/s1600-h/n1052416145_244447_7087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkS-lyvW9I/AAAAAAAAATw/iVb4Qrng8As/s320/n1052416145_244447_7087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276504202107858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the ghostly picture, you see Max's face there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkTN7Z5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hJ9Sd46NWE8/s1600-h/n1052416145_244425_761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkTN7Z5Y0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/hJ9Sd46NWE8/s320/n1052416145_244425_761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285276767701525314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkTml6AXCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S5RUZtcXUkc/s1600-h/n1052416145_244418_8900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkTml6AXCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/S5RUZtcXUkc/s320/n1052416145_244418_8900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285277191427349538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUMP SHOT! Haha I look moustacheyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been taking lots of pictures lately! Yesterday after watching Twilight with the guys, we girls decided to take neoprints because it's been 2 years since we last took one! It looks super good man! Oh oh and you know I was really really like WHOA-ED at the Baseball scene in Twilight, you know Alice's legs when she throws the ball, WHOA super cool, like she lifts one leg up and throw kinda thing. AHHHH, and I love the background music too, it's so danceable. Found out what it was from Rachel! Supermassive Black Hole by Muse! GO DOWNLOAD IT EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;The year's ending, it's filled with partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3mKO1ol-lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3mKO1ol-lg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3755694484267247501?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3755694484267247501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3755694484267247501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3755694484267247501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3755694484267247501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/hasta-la-vista-this-font-needs-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SVkPTrXDTsI/AAAAAAAAATA/0BtoGEzxdMo/s72-c/n1052416145_244429_1864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-6142005452997319734</id><published>2008-12-28T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T08:46:29.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I have made many many friends, school, competitions, council, dance, church, family and others. Some stay really close to my heart, some just fade as the years go by... some grow deep within me that you know when they're happy, you feel happy for them, and when they're sad you feel sad too? It is really hard sometimes to let people know how much you love them, despite the countless times you tell them that you love them and that you'll always be there for them. These few days have been really rough in terms of emotions? You dont know what you actually feel?&lt;br /&gt;Or whether these things in your head are even considered as problems? Even though my Christmas this year was very spiritual but I guess it's our testing period.............. I especially hold onto this phrase that Fr Bosco mentioned during his sermon,&lt;br /&gt;" Joy is not when you are free from problems, it is when you can see God in them"&lt;br /&gt;Theres many misconceptions in our lives, that if we're free from burdens or troubles we would be joyous, which is why everyone is trying so hard to lead a life free from problems...&lt;br /&gt;But is it really that easy a task? To make life a smooth sailing sail?&lt;br /&gt;Perfection sometimes leads you to failure.&lt;br /&gt;that's what I realised only today..&lt;br /&gt;People change over time, and maybe I have to too, I have to accept people for what&lt;br /&gt;they have becomed... seems like i'm only clinging onto the ghost of the past.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you feel like you miss this friend, then again you hate this friend for what he/she has become, is it really their fault, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;why can't everyone stay the same?&lt;br /&gt;I only want the people I love so much to be happy, and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see them miserable, disappointed and in distress, tearing, crying, begging for help.&lt;br /&gt;God, you really stir deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this whole chunk of emotional stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a break.&lt;br /&gt;a break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;to just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6142005452997319734?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6142005452997319734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6142005452997319734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6142005452997319734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6142005452997319734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5938092857171706387</id><published>2008-12-22T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:23:20.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out my parents' conversation about Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- news reports on actor's muscular dystrophy FB group -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hey, I will join this group, which website is this??&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: Oh it's on Facebook, yeah I have an account too, I think I shld join it too.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You create for me, then you put Dave Goh and join his group.&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: Okay wait ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- attempts to create -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: Daddy, which year were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: Huhhh...must put age? Put fake one can? *smiles*, later got people stalk him&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: HAHAHAHAHA, who would want to stalk an old man?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy: HAHA, a 60 year old desperate woman looking for some tough love might stalk your father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would an old woman stalk my dad?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5938092857171706387?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5938092857171706387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5938092857171706387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5938092857171706387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5938092857171706387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-out-my-parents-conversation-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-784351306290409139</id><published>2008-12-18T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T08:15:47.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is the most fustrasting thing that could happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: When my inbox (email) fails me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do I need now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: A getaway to some remote area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-784351306290409139?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/784351306290409139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=784351306290409139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/784351306290409139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/784351306290409139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-most-fustrasting-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2444896629003061639</id><published>2008-12-15T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:05:23.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYXeSIa92I/AAAAAAAAASY/4EwAzpAiZu8/s1600-h/DSC00066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYXeSIa92I/AAAAAAAAASY/4EwAzpAiZu8/s320/DSC00066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279933422169159522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYW8awRRNI/AAAAAAAAASI/uFHgxRR7yoI/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYW8awRRNI/AAAAAAAAASI/uFHgxRR7yoI/s320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279932840368227538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYWWN94ngI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7Xr5ZR6Vvlk/s1600-h/DSC00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYWWN94ngI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7Xr5ZR6Vvlk/s320/DSC00062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279932184100642306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYXP7xx21I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-PQp7O6yBQ4/s1600-h/DSC00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYXP7xx21I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-PQp7O6yBQ4/s320/DSC00064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279933175650442066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARYANNE MARY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;CAN JUST BE SUCH A PIG SOMETIMES...&lt;br /&gt;but i still love her all the same (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i'm going to exploit her life by posting up illicit contents of her piggish ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wooohooo, shopping trip with Mars on wednesday was crazy funnny and rushy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we went to levis so that she could like totally trade in her oldie jeans, and she got her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cool new jeans too.... after which i forgot where we went after that, but anyways we went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to eat @ the awesome wosome Soup Spoon, where she revealed HER ULTRA PIGGISH side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D:D:D never under-estimate a small girl, with a big appetite for you'll never know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she may eat up the whole world someday, and I mean it, really someday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;went to Art Friend after that so that we could get the scrap materials for our diary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yippeeee! We bought like those foamy paper, and this ultra cool small chalkboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as usual I bought loads of stuff there for my own personal use as well, lalala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then we were suppose to pick Matthew up from her house, but time was seriously running out, and I was reading on that day as well! HAHA, funny I had to change into my dress in the cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I realised I had forgotten to bring along my flats, and I was in my slippers, haha but in the end I borrowed it from Amanda who of course saved my life (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The next day, which was Thursday I woke up superr early just to go to Church of the Holy Family with Bel all the way at the East side of Singapore, Chapel Road..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh my, I'm such an East-diot, hahaha we took 3 buses just to get there and we were late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to top it all off. We met the people there and played some icebreakers games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teeheeee, I was in group Whiskey (: And we're like the Alcoholics Anonymous peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Camp Who Died was pretty fun, because we went to Pulau Ubin on Sat for something like an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Amazing Race, and it was my first trip to that island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things are cheap there, to rent a bike for the whole day only costed 2 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we had Praise &amp;amp; Worship in the evening, fun much learnt a lot of new songss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sacrament of Recounciliation was after, hahaha crying session was in betweeeenn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holy Fam's environment's totally different from SFX, different people, different culture, but I made a lot of new friends :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right now it's just me in my roooom, finally getting to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Camp Who Died was like my 6th camp in the entire holiday, which means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6 x 4 = 24 days spent not at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hahahaha 24 / 31 days is like a lotttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;oh and I had to leave early from Camp because I was to emcee with Mel for the IJ Alumni Christmas Party thing (:&lt;br /&gt;it was awsome fun man, the venue was @ Popstars City, Robertson Walk area, teeheee the studios of Kids Performing,&lt;br /&gt;Met Ms Catherine Ho, the president of IJ Alumni, really pleasant lady (:&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;gotta goooo do the proposals already, till next timeeee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYbVDOzywI/AAAAAAAAASo/rKN3esiOLRs/s1600-h/DSC00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYbVDOzywI/AAAAAAAAASo/rKN3esiOLRs/s320/DSC00071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279937661597108994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYboMvSfJI/AAAAAAAAASw/0SyTozXpoxM/s1600-h/DSC00072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYboMvSfJI/AAAAAAAAASw/0SyTozXpoxM/s320/DSC00072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279937990566771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNATURE "WHATEVER"  M.E FACE (: get it? can't you see the W!&lt;br /&gt;M.E = Maryanne Estelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2444896629003061639?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2444896629003061639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2444896629003061639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2444896629003061639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2444896629003061639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/maryanne-mary-love-can-just-be-such-pig.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SUYXeSIa92I/AAAAAAAAASY/4EwAzpAiZu8/s72-c/DSC00066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-6393703848737508192</id><published>2008-12-08T07:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:56:09.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello blogspot, i'm posting because I dont wanna abandon you and not because my day was exciting, however it was good.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's on a holiday, and i feel the need to get out of this environment, soon that is.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to reflect when you're entrapped in a stuffy environment..&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that you wanna say no to, but you  dont have what it takes to get out of your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;What if life was just you, living on the slow pacing countryside of Switzerland, having a family, milking cows and being with God?&lt;br /&gt;i think that's the life I want to have when I retire, or actually when I feel tired of urbanisation.&lt;br /&gt;is there even such a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact: Did you know that your keyboard contains equal amount of germs that are found on your toilet bowl? So remember to wipe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day for Stelle:&lt;br /&gt;You will find when you look back upon the days, that the moments where you truly lived, were the moments you did things in the spirit of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I did things in the spirit of love? When was yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6393703848737508192?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6393703848737508192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6393703848737508192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6393703848737508192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6393703848737508192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-blogspot-im-posting-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2661445185143848749</id><published>2008-12-07T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:21:10.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The month of November has been filled with loads of camps, outings and bonding sessions between friends! You could say that it was pretty much the best month out of the entire year and I'm going to just post pictures of those events ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwQiRaF42I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BQQY57JPggI/s1600-h/IMG_3743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwQiRaF42I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BQQY57JPggI/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277111044345815906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSIHcW1SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SnYm0FDTJxM/s1600-h/IMG_3721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSIHcW1SI/AAAAAAAAAQg/SnYm0FDTJxM/s320/IMG_3721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277112794017617186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2 Church Camp (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSR-VOd3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/6aFqcL8b5Ek/s1600-h/1_333306391l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSR-VOd3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/6aFqcL8b5Ek/s320/1_333306391l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277112963370481522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSaIa8YDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kCBZaQ71op4/s1600-h/1_341463078l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSaIa8YDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kCBZaQ71op4/s320/1_341463078l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113103517769778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSog3JMcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/18KjV1OZzNk/s1600-h/1_957186395l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwSog3JMcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/18KjV1OZzNk/s320/1_957186395l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113350596669890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Class Gathering @ East Coast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwS5gkZ_HI/AAAAAAAAARA/jqzgQWADPRQ/s1600-h/n637212014_1522121_7665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwS5gkZ_HI/AAAAAAAAARA/jqzgQWADPRQ/s320/n637212014_1522121_7665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113642575854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTCDM6I1I/AAAAAAAAARI/dBOnzPwVYhk/s1600-h/n637212014_1522138_3064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTCDM6I1I/AAAAAAAAARI/dBOnzPwVYhk/s320/n637212014_1522138_3064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277113789311492946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Council Camp 08/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTRWw8LCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/H1ylCZ18UNo/s1600-h/campdanielemail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTRWw8LCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/H1ylCZ18UNo/s320/campdanielemail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114052260932642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTfreT8uI/AAAAAAAAARY/fTQ_T3QWfqA/s1600-h/n759351947_1643970_3591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTfreT8uI/AAAAAAAAARY/fTQ_T3QWfqA/s320/n759351947_1643970_3591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114298338112226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTpVWlALI/AAAAAAAAARg/O3psWiojqY4/s1600-h/n759351947_1643969_3349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwTpVWlALI/AAAAAAAAARg/O3psWiojqY4/s320/n759351947_1643969_3349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114464198787250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwT3EdJ0WI/AAAAAAAAARo/43tqTAZ948o/s1600-h/n649266016_1536465_7369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwT3EdJ0WI/AAAAAAAAARo/43tqTAZ948o/s320/n649266016_1536465_7369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114700181131618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DARE TO BE DANIEL CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwT3ZcWw5I/AAAAAAAAARw/iZRlCkVCt30/s1600-h/n732871375_1203391_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwT3ZcWw5I/AAAAAAAAARw/iZRlCkVCt30/s320/n732871375_1203391_3860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277114705814930322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faith, Hope and Love 2,&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ Concert Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2661445185143848749?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2661445185143848749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2661445185143848749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2661445185143848749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2661445185143848749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/month-of-november-has-been-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/STwQiRaF42I/AAAAAAAAAQY/BQQY57JPggI/s72-c/IMG_3743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-750493052614595761</id><published>2008-12-04T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:06:24.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;  Don't you be in such a hurry&lt;br /&gt; Cause it only leads to worry&lt;br /&gt; There's a time to work&lt;br /&gt; And there's a time to pray&lt;br /&gt; Try to find a quiet place&lt;br /&gt; To hear his voice&lt;br /&gt; And seek his face&lt;br /&gt; Can you hear the spirit calling&lt;br /&gt; Come away&lt;br /&gt; Come away, come away hey,hey&lt;br /&gt; Come and spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt; Come away&lt;br /&gt; Let your heart and mind be stilled&lt;br /&gt; Let your empty cup be filled&lt;br /&gt; Come and spend some time with me&lt;br /&gt; Come away&lt;br /&gt; Are you sinking in your sorrow&lt;br /&gt; Are you worried'bout tomorrow&lt;br /&gt; Are the pressures of this life's&lt;br /&gt; Too hard to bear&lt;br /&gt; If you cast your cares on him&lt;br /&gt; He'll give a perfect peace within&lt;br /&gt; Can you hear the spirit calling&lt;br /&gt; Come away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the search to finding this song....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-750493052614595761?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/750493052614595761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=750493052614595761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/750493052614595761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/750493052614595761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-you-be-in-such-hurry-cause-it-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4918900009616408163</id><published>2008-12-01T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:35:15.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello world, it's update time!&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost, I'd like to say that I dont like my blogskin now, it's too dull so I am going to change it! It's gonna be pretty long a story if I were to blog about my entire week because basically it's just been EGGCITING! tiring toooo..&lt;br /&gt;Yup, went for Camp Daniel, on the first day I was totally toasted, didn't even feel like I wanted to be there because there was Tridiuum mass going on in church and partly because all my friends were there and I was left to rot in the camp with the older people, turns out that I was the only one my age. But things got so much better, and I kinda felt bad for my behaviour (: The camp wasn't like any other, it was more carefree and offered you a lot of time to do some reflection and journalling with God, listening to his voice and learning how to be like Daniel ( well not Dan Soo that is ). The 3 things that I've taken home the most is, Conviction, Conversion and Idolatry.&lt;br /&gt;Out of 3, 2 are good ones.&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord loves youth with conviction and we must always stay steadfast in our prayers and duties as Catholic Youths because God is going to use us as prophets on Earth (:&lt;br /&gt;Conversion was about total surrender and having great faith, and even though some of us may be actively involved in church ministries, all the more we should seek conversion as many a time we tend to channel our energy into, DOING rather than BEING.&lt;br /&gt;We start to do the work we do with our minds instead of using our hearts, this makes it all turn into an obligation. I personally am guilty of being a DOING than being a BEING.&lt;br /&gt;When you're so caught up with work and deadlines, you neglect the prayer part of it, and I'm saying this in the context of ministry work.   "These days, ministry leaders never last more than 2 years, or maybe even a year, because inside, flows the doing...."&lt;br /&gt;( I strongly agree with Edwyn ) there's so much more to do this..&lt;br /&gt;Lastly Idolatry was about the factors that we chased after in our daily lives, things that drives us away from God or prevents us from leading the life he planned for us. We took a prayer walk down to Orchard Road on a Friday night, in small groups, just to observe where these idols lurked in our lives unconsiously. I guess the one that striked me the most was when we were at Paragon, we passed by the Gucci Shop and we witnessed the sales personnel there serving champagne to their customers? Like huh? Does pride have to go to that extend where you only serve posh drinks to posh people? The next was HMV, I was looking at the Top 4 Charts, and guess what were the titles. 1. Desperate Housewives, 2. Grey's Anatomy 3. Sex &amp;amp; The City&lt;br /&gt;these shows are shows which strongly has sexual connotations, and they are the ones that top the charts. Can you see how our world is idolising the concept of sex, scandal and lies?&lt;br /&gt;Where has the word fidelity gone to? The world has become so superficial to which even outside a tattoo shop, this quote is hugely pasted on the door " Win Influence, Win Friends, Get a Tattoo" Like what?? Haha, best part is, going to Times Bookstore and checking out the religious section to find books with such titles " God is an ILLUSION " , " God is NOT GREAT" , " How to seek a divine life? Dummies Series " I think seeking a divine life is not all about doing hours and hours of pilates or yoga so that you can attain "enlightenment", haha it's bullshit :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry mind my language, and Christmas these days has lost it's true deep meaning. The Christmas decorations are now all candy canes, christmas trees, presents, what happened to the crib? It's true to be a time of giving but that doesn't apply to the context of giving presents to others, can't it be giving of ourselves to prepare for the Son of Man?&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like this bible verse, it's from Psalm 95 :7-8&lt;br /&gt;" All that today you would listen to his voice, harden not your hearts."&lt;br /&gt;harden not my heart... and that's what I'm praying for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;For total surrender, for steadfastness in living by the Word of God and a better spiritual insight, to listen to God's word.&lt;br /&gt;In all these things, I cling on to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I alone know the plans I have for you, plans to bring you to prosperity and not disaster, plans to BRING you about the future you HOPE for..."&lt;br /&gt;- Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i love you, i need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;though my world may fall I'll never let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my saviour, my closest friend, I will worship you until the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Jesus, lover of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4918900009616408163?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4918900009616408163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4918900009616408163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4918900009616408163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4918900009616408163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world-its-update-time-first-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-81668957763440604</id><published>2008-11-30T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:02:31.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My psycho conversation with Zena @ 4.02am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;what's up stellestellestellestellestelle&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;after all that laughing.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;i just ate sausages WOW&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;you know sausages WOW&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;wanna send flying pigs here to give me some?&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;fry an egg yourself :D&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;fry 2!&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;the other one, u go and put it on your maid's face WOW&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha omelette facial mask&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;mean ass.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;egg has collagen!&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;the oil can make her dry face smooth again&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;then when she wake up, " AHHHHHH MAMMMM! GHOST GHOST!! "&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;yellow ghost!&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;oh sheesh im laughing like crap now&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;me too.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;thanks to you &amp;amp; your egg facial mask.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;im gonna upload this convo&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;not cool stelle, not cool.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;stelle, why is your blog still not updated at this time/&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;because i need to fry eggs for my dad's facial mask&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!@&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;of course you have to stelle, of course.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;I have a role to play, as a filial daughter my friend.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i understand man&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;SHUDDDDUUUPPPP&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i'll shutup.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID YOU TAKE MY KAYA!&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i don't get what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;last night, u said kay ah, then u took my kaya&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;last night?&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i was at the band concert, playing, seeing you'll?&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;stelle, i think i better send flying pigs to your house to fly you to the mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;i've already helped you enter your name in.&lt;br /&gt;zena; NANNYTAN! 说:&lt;br /&gt;just go get admitted.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA OMG&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;you are so mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;stelle (: 说:&lt;br /&gt;my heart is breaking into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-81668957763440604?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/81668957763440604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=81668957763440604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/81668957763440604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/81668957763440604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-psycho-conversation-with-zena-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6252655124767687369</id><published>2008-11-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:22:57.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance to express, not to impress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Farewell yesterday was a smashing success I must say. Although it came off a little disorganised but in the end we managed to work together as an ensemble! :D:D The theme was&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover @ The Jungle, and the seniors had to come dressed in those costume, and you know what? THEY LOOKED FABULOUS (: We had the whole fashion parade thing, pole dancing hahaha, then dinner was potluck, after watching the farewell video everyone was already in the i-am-going-to-cry mood, it ended off with touch time, where the seniors all shared their experiences throughout their journey in IJ Dance Ensemble, and how it has evolved from the sucky old attitude and bitchiness from their generation's seniors, while now we're all as one family.&lt;br /&gt;There was a tinge of sadness within me, how we've grown so much, with all the wonderful guidance they've offered us along this never easy path.  Haha, our own cheesy quote:&lt;br /&gt;" Through blisters we bind" hahahaha, dumb luh seriously but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wished that they never have to go, stay with us and continue to rub off their vibe on everyone. It's going to be a whole new Dance Ensemble next year, different atmostphere, different people coming in and many new challenges to face. I was just watching the SYF 2007 Gold &amp;amp; Gold with Honours DVD , boy they were hell good. We're all aiming for a Gold with Honours because last year's Silver was well you could say, a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;I think all of us want it really badly, seeing that effort that each one of us put in, and how we withstand Zaki's (WOOHOO) ;D&lt;br /&gt;CELESTIAL! GOLD WITH HONOURS!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be away at camp again! HAHA, till the 29th, Zena's awesome concert day.&lt;br /&gt;It's at the Catholic Youth Ardiocesan Centre, never been there before but it should be A-oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading for weekday mass tonight! It's gonna be like debut man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the jitters, but I pray that it'll flow smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;ALLELUIA! God answered my prayers, I was finding for tickets for the Lourdes Experience in the Singapore Indoor Stadium, but no one had extra and I was a little disappointed, but Denise managed to get tickets!! :D YAY YAY GOD IS GOOD, ALL THE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6252655124767687369?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6252655124767687369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6252655124767687369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6252655124767687369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6252655124767687369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/dance-to-express-not-to-impress.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6923824446669565945</id><published>2008-11-23T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:00:00.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how can life be so fragile?&lt;br /&gt;how can life be so unpredictable?&lt;br /&gt;how can things happen so suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just earlier, heard from zena that shannen got into a severe car accident ):&lt;br /&gt;and it was a drink driving case..... she's in a bad condition now ):&lt;br /&gt;and it all happened immediately after her confi camp.&lt;br /&gt;pray for her darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's God's Will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6923824446669565945?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6923824446669565945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6923824446669565945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6923824446669565945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6923824446669565945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-can-life-be-so-fragile-how-can-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5278865310064637669</id><published>2008-11-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:13:02.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;today's sucha tiring and exhausting day, because I slept at 4 the previous night.&lt;br /&gt;We had syf with Zaki and he gave us these new combinations, super niceeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;you know when you dance with the song, whoa you'll get those kind of hyped up feelings!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really inspired, and we're all aiming for a Gold with Honours, I strongly believe&lt;br /&gt;that we'll definitely make it! :D Visualise. Pioritise. Actualise.&lt;br /&gt;so Ms Wee's class after that was cancelled because she was very sick ): , decided to join&lt;br /&gt;the Denise and all at Suntec, met Stephen at TP , yup yup yup, there were 13 of us together you know! That's like considered a gang already. We watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua, whoa it was extremely funny watching with the churchies because everyone's like jester-ish, always laughing and making stupid jokes. Brandon's laughter was classic man, the high pitched kind of laughter like a girl. I was freeeeezing in the theatres!! After which we went to Carrefour because the guys wanted ribs *wink wink* HAHA, it's an inside joke. Yeah, then bused to Gardens for dinner at the market and that was like already around 8.30 :/ Everyone's mood was like rock low, because we were all so drained and dying, haha a day of solid fun and laughter. Went home with Ronald, haha he totally lightened my mood by so much, gahhh and that boy's going to Tokyo &amp;amp; USA until next year ): No one to send me home late at night already. Hahaha, God is with me so never mind! Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day i know, and I'm gonna need all the energy but my body is reluctant to sleep just yet. In fact I'm actually craving for Macdonalds :/ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, YMC &amp;amp; BASIC!'s organising a Youth Christmas Outreach event! ;D&lt;br /&gt;okay my mind is just thinking of the macgriddles or cheeseburger's meat patties.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH. I cant get it outta my head, should I just walk to macs and get it?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, fattening shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, goodnight honeys, till some other dayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU JANET. sorry for not spending much time lately ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5278865310064637669?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5278865310064637669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5278865310064637669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5278865310064637669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5278865310064637669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-todays-sucha-tiring-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5594465671610646825</id><published>2008-11-16T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:41:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gello everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I pray for, and do something different&lt;br /&gt;it is my holiday resolution, to try something new each day.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Served 7am mass with Bel for Gift Bearers, whoa it's been sucha long long time since I attended&lt;br /&gt;7am due to the exams, commitment issues and fatigue. How does it feel to be back to serve?&lt;br /&gt;Different. Different from the past. It felt like a clean start, like we were starting everything all over again on a fresh sheet of paper. After mass, met up with Maryanne and Ronald while waiting for the slow poky Max to change out of his cassock. Breakfast with Jon, Gareth and Shaun was ultra gay, as in literally the gay gay way. Haha some people just seem natural when they get in touch with their feminine ways. Then later Kristian came along with Stephen, went to macs, and to the barber where the 3 of them decided to cut their hair (: Hung around gardens just talking and hanging out, until Maryanne had to go for her Grandma's bday lunch, and Kris had to buy his shoes, leaving me to pimp with the 3 guys. Haha, and they managed to convince me to play LAN, HAHA funny shit really. We played CS, hahaha super retarded I kept shooting without looking at the red aiming thingy. After LAN, met up with the churchies for luncchh at Cartel! Another sick session man, Shawn and Stephen were in the same cubicle, of which Shawn tried to violate Stephen. Thank heavens I'm a girl. Ice Cube next, saw Tim Soo &amp;amp; Tim Swee outside so they joined us tooooooo (: We left around 3.30-4? Bused to toa payoh to meet my mummy and then it was back home again. I was damn shacked after that, plus to top it off it was going to rain, my mood was super horrendous..&lt;br /&gt;I have been pimping for the past 3 consecutive days, HAHA I'm sucha pimp.&lt;br /&gt;;D but it was really nice to spend time with the churchies.&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone was emotional today at 6 plus, nut, clarice, me.&lt;br /&gt;but my Lord calmed my mind :D&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's council camp, and I'm dreading it because I wouldnt be able to attend weekday mass for 3 days ): plus I've not packed at all.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SSDnufCmBpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n3dv_-M9CEw/s1600-h/n563518010_951067_4626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SSDnufCmBpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n3dv_-M9CEw/s320/n563518010_951067_4626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269466349815858834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5594465671610646825?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5594465671610646825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5594465671610646825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5594465671610646825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5594465671610646825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/gello-everyone-i-pray-about-and-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SSDnufCmBpI/AAAAAAAAAOc/n3dv_-M9CEw/s72-c/n563518010_951067_4626.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-7322411434652302927</id><published>2008-11-15T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:01:15.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SR8AU-Wy_1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/S6niKJHBCa0/s1600-h/n563518010_947695_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SR8AU-Wy_1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/S6niKJHBCa0/s320/n563518010_947695_1286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268930449382768466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Friends are the siblings that God forgot to give us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself strongly agreeing with this quote and I'm sure do others too, these few days have been pretty fast-pacing yet fulfilling. Firstly, thank you so much for the people who've read my previous blog posts and sent me lovely encouraging messages, you guys are so important to me and what you've said would help me go the extra mile in finding out who God is to me and who I am.&lt;br /&gt;I promised some that I'll blog post about them, one of which is Anna (:&lt;br /&gt;Anna is a special person because before camp I didnt like her as I succumbed to peer pressure into believing all those gossips about her. But as they always say, never to judge a book by it's cover, through this whole week, I could see the other side of her the positive one,  which envelopes her personality and she was honestly far from what the gossips said, FAR FAR from it. Inside she's kept with lots of troubles from school, from home, from friends and yet she still has the strength to put up a strong front so that she would not have to affect the people around her. I can feel that perky energy when I'm with her, be it during mass, dinner or just a simple conversation, it's like she can bring out the best in me. I'm so glad that we've both became closer and that I love her so much like a friend! :D and she said she loves meee too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pimping with the guys for the whole day, I realised this funny bit about their friendships.&lt;br /&gt;You know girl's friendships are normally all warm and fuzzy but they do not always come out genuine and real, whereas in guy's friendship you are able to feel that level of sincerity in them, be it just a simple hi 5 or a grab around the neck.... This is something I have to learn from, to be as sincere as I can be in anything that I do (: Walking home on a late Saturday night makes me feel extremely jubilant for some reason, I guess it's the light talks and silly jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks R! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perennial problem has just been sparked off my life:&lt;br /&gt;events clashing on the same day, same time. = dilemma = choose one = disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7322411434652302927?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7322411434652302927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7322411434652302927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7322411434652302927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7322411434652302927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends-are-siblings-that-god-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SR8AU-Wy_1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/S6niKJHBCa0/s72-c/n563518010_947695_1286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-1738105580452427299</id><published>2008-11-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:32:39.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;this morning I woke up to a very enlivening dream, I dreamt that I was in South Africa on a mission trip to spread the word of God, but people were trying to kill me in all sorts of way, but there was always this voice telling me that &lt;span style=";font-family:Helvetica,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If God is for us, who can be  against us? &lt;/span&gt;, it was ringing over and over in my head but I could not put a picture to that voice, and I felt so trapped in that world.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I just opened my eyes, I was back into my own green room with an environment less alike South Africa, that was all a dream... What was the message actually?&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I felt the need to blog, today's a light and easy day without any plans or errands to run except just spending some time in church and mass and d.o. I like my days to be like today, rainy, serene, away from the city district, just to spend time with myself and reflect on a couple of things. I love my life very much right now, it is the kind that I want to lead my entire life with.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to love myself, for who I am and who I am not, it does not matter what I look like, which class I am in or my worldly ambitions because if I do not accept myself as the temple of God, who is he to accept me? Sometimes when reality hits between the eyes, in that moment do we realise that we live in such a profane world, where idolatry and adulation revolves around material wants, what happened? I find myself being a slave before, to everything I own and I would like to share with you that you will come to a point in time where you will lose all your energy till you find no utter meaning in those things. It is hard for everyone, for me, for you to be adamant in our walks of faith because along the way, there would be trials and tribulations put forward to us to face, but I know that deep inside my heart, God will never never ever forsake me and that he is carrying me all the time. I clearly remember what someone has told me before and only now does it all make sense. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't salvation amazing? &lt;/span&gt;Yes,  the power of salvation by God is the only thing that can save us from final damnation.&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I read while surfing the net that I find myself agreeing with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus Christ had fulfilled three functions on Earth, that He therefore really saved &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;mankind &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sins&lt;/span&gt; and its consequences. As &lt;em&gt;teacher&lt;/em&gt; He established the reign of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;; as &lt;em&gt;king&lt;/em&gt; He supplied strength to His subjects; as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;priest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He stood between &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; and earth, reconciling &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt; man with his angry &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for letting me read this and to share this with you who's reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The road to having a more intimate relationship with God is going to be hard and I am ready to&lt;br /&gt;commission myself to his works and I will try my very best to cling onto you O Lord, and may you lead me by the hand and guide me into the everlasting shine of your love. Thank you again for blessing me with the gift of wisdom to understand so many things during mass for the past 3 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I love you God (: you put a smile on my face! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open the eyes of my heart Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;open the eyes of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to see you, I want to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1738105580452427299?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1738105580452427299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1738105580452427299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1738105580452427299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1738105580452427299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-morning-this-morning-i-woke-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2170224122207925945</id><published>2008-11-12T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T05:35:14.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SRrbcDCUYTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hVRenNjey1E/s1600-h/n707762539_1484788_9054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SRrbcDCUYTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hVRenNjey1E/s320/n707762539_1484788_9054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267763989061067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Name above all names, worthy of all praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am back from church camp, and I am going to tell you that I was so foolish to have not&lt;br /&gt;looked forward to it. The 7-9 Nov were the 3 most life-changing days I experienced with my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;the days where I left all my wordly possessions ( handphone, ipod, laptop, msn ) aside just to come away and spend some time with him. God has been working in me for the past 3 days, through those tears of sorrow and happiness... It's when the mask of yours that you've been wearing for so long gets taken down, only then, do you feel the raw intensity of misery, anguish, agony, affliction, heartache and whatever just break away. I'm not good with words and haha my proficiency in language aint as good as some people, but I know in my heart that the Lord has left me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Breathless. Complete . Loved . Stirred .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these 4 words just describe my relationship with him now. I feel his strong presence burning&lt;br /&gt;so strong within me, it's like overwhelming my soul (:&lt;br /&gt;It's like suddenly all else dont matter, except HIM AND HIM ALONE, you dont need that extra someone just to back you up when you need some affirmation, because you HAVE HIM, AND AS LONG AS I CLING ONTO HIM, HE WILL BE THERE FOR ME. To guide me, at every step of the way... And I have a new role model, and that would be the Pope, you know why?&lt;br /&gt;The Pope is an amazing man, he's God's chosen disciple in this century, and why I admire him is because he is able to reach out and communicate with both the rich and the poor's heart.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have that ability?&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this day, I was out with my friends and I was already planning to leave early for mass,&lt;br /&gt;but the rain came pouring down, causing a major jam, I took a cab to church and during that whole journey, it just nerve-wrecked my brain. It was 15 mins to 6.30 and I was still stuck in a heavy congested jam in the middle of Braddell and Serangoon, the meter on the taxi was jumping sky high at every minute and I was panicking like crazy. I just felt that strong need to attend mass and even if it meant that when I reach, Father says Amen. And so, I prayed really fervently that the traffic would just quicken it's speed and hopefully I'll reach there in time.&lt;br /&gt;Although this never happened, I spent my 30mins with God in the taxi. The uncle who was driving was God! (: Bizarre I know! But it really felt like God was with me striking up a conversation about my day and why I was so frantic.  The Lord eventually still has his ways of calming my heart down. I didn't attend mass because I was too late, but I attended D.O, which stands for Divine Office. Go google it, I am not going to explain it here, be an inquisitive person.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am going to officially commit myself to daily mass and Divine Office from today,&lt;br /&gt;12 November 2008, 9.20pm, with all my heart and all my faith, and I want you who's reading this to witness this for me. I love you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be a part of the Lectors' Ministry too (:  this is really making me spiritually complete.&lt;br /&gt;okay let me sidetrack for a while, you know my mum feels weird to have me home after the camp, because she says that my behaviour sorta freaks her out a bit, in a good way though.&lt;br /&gt;As last night, she was doing her ever-so-duh duties as a mother to nag at my dirty messy room expecting me to either give an uninterested look or procrastinate. But I didn't do any of that!&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and said okay (: Got to work today, cleaned up half of room ,emptied all my shelves, that I shocked her when she came home! harhar, this are her exact words:&lt;br /&gt;" Estelle, as much as I love how much you've listened to my advices, your enthusiasm is freaking me out a bit, first, you are so simple , you dont ask me for pocket money because you say you find no need in having any, then you clean up your room and bought all the things I wanted from the grocer. Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, hey have I been that bad before? Actually no I havent, it's just that I understand things from a better perspective now because I see God in everyone! :D so if I love God, I shouldnt fight with him (mummy) or ask him for money -.- which kinda haha.&lt;br /&gt;alright, I dont think I wanna share any more of the heartfelt encounters with God here.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Indescribable, uncontainable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2170224122207925945?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2170224122207925945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2170224122207925945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2170224122207925945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2170224122207925945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/name-above-all-names-worthy-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SRrbcDCUYTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/hVRenNjey1E/s72-c/n707762539_1484788_9054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-64064840583077920</id><published>2008-11-06T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:56:12.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left right left right&lt;br /&gt;i feel like my head is winding from left to right, left to right.&lt;br /&gt;this is the withdrawal symptoms from not cycling for a long period of time.&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk or sit down properly also HAHA cause it's like _________, YA.&lt;br /&gt;( you get it? )&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS 2/8's CLASS GATHERING @ East Coast Park!&lt;br /&gt;Initially there were lost sheeps scattered all over, but we found our way to the pit 41D :)&lt;br /&gt;lugging all our beehoon, fishballs and bottled drinks on the double rider bike, it was super challenging to balance! I rode it with Ru, because I personally don't know how to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Sing-alongs and pictures were really :D I'm still winding!! HAHA HOW.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's church camp, so I'm gonna be away for 3 days until Sunday, but I haven't packed&lt;br /&gt;yet because I just got home :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was streaming results day, haha I wasnt really very excited neither was I very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, out of the Sixsomes, only Lynette, Melissa, Grace and me are in the same class, while Janet and Jacq went to different classes. Jang's 3/5, we're 3/6, and Jacq's in 3/7 ;D So hopefully our classes are next to each other, that way we'll still be in touch! YAY! Hahaha aiyoh, physics chem.  Anyways it's time for me to bathe and pack so adios till Monday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-64064840583077920?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/64064840583077920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=64064840583077920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/64064840583077920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/64064840583077920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-right-left-right-i-feel-like-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3335060871532623287</id><published>2008-11-03T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:02:25.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know sometimes I just wished that my thoughts could be blogged, because it has more of the personal touch, rather than typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;but that way the whole world would be able to read what you're thinking...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha okay maybe we could add in a few limitations to control this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are a couple of things lately that I can't seem to figure, what exactly my heart&lt;br /&gt;and mind wants. I'm always sitting on the fence...&lt;br /&gt;day after tomorrow's the release of streaming results, i really wanna see which class i get into.&lt;br /&gt;oh hooos, look at what time's it now. Midnight 12.&lt;br /&gt;Student congress tomorrow! Excited much, new people, new friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading the rules for church camp on friday and found this ultra amusing one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Males are not allowed to run around the premises bare bodied. No personnel are to proceed to the bathroom wrapped only in a towel for wash up and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I sorta can imagine the guys running around without their clothes on, HAHA since they are considered pretty open people, teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay stelle should be sleeping nowww!&lt;br /&gt;goodnight everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3335060871532623287?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3335060871532623287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3335060871532623287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3335060871532623287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3335060871532623287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-sometimes-i-just-wished-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6266801455984945415</id><published>2008-11-02T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:37:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>booogachaaxxzzz.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back AGAIN from my native home, malaysia (:&lt;br /&gt;today's All Souls' Day, may all the departed live happily up in heaven with God &amp;amp; RIP.&lt;br /&gt;went in yesterday evening at around 7 plus, dined at this huge open air hawker-like place,&lt;br /&gt;called Hongkong Boy, their Emperor's chicken was solid good.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed over at Aunty Helen's house,  got to see Jerm's two dogs, Didi &amp;amp; Meimei, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I think they're pomeranians, but their barks are really sharp and ear-piercing.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of going to Pet Safari @ Vivo the other day, I was just telling Janet that I think&lt;br /&gt;any hamsters that come home with me will suffer because I'll think that they're so cute that I end up squeezing them too much or something hahaha SPCA alert! Nah, but I have a soft spot for dogs, especially this one that I saw there! Oh my goodness! It was SOOOOOO CUTE!!!! It was looking at me with those puppy eyes and playing around with it's tail! AHH I WANT A DOG. But parents won't allow it because they think that it's bad for my asthma ): i've outgrown already! I shall get one when I'm older (:&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so early this morning we attended All Souls Day mass at the Church of St Joseph at Plentong, breakfast at some really nice fishball shop, then it was to Tampoi where my dearest&lt;br /&gt;grandfather was buried at (; I think that his tombstone thing was like the nicest amongst all the others there hahaha ssshhhh, and you know we used to have these really exquisite porcelain angels that were glued to the tombstone, but some itchy hand idiot went to hack off their wings and crack Mary's statue. Sorry for the usuage of idiot there, but I just feel that you shouldnt do that to someone, especially since they're already dead. Anyways, we had a short prayer session where the Sisters ( My 9 Aunties ) did it the traditional way, which was in Teochew.&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather looks charismatic HAHA. That's what I think (:&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Mummy said that we might be going to Krabi ( Thailand ), on Dec 2 with Ashley and Godma's family!! I heard the beaches there are really beautiful, and the water is crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;teehee, this is making me go happpyyy ;D&lt;br /&gt;everyone's off to their own escapade now! Jerome's in Cambodia (: Haha how exotic, the mission trip should be really meaningful. Have a safe trip! (:&lt;br /&gt;okay it's time for my taiwanese epi session, i've just started watching " It Started with a Kiss 2"&lt;br /&gt;teehee, I dont usually watch Taiwanese shows but this seems nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles woodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2ZGPqR7nI/AAAAAAAAANM/0cFYq4dNQFA/s1600-h/PB020470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2ZGPqR7nI/AAAAAAAAANM/0cFYq4dNQFA/s320/PB020470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264031872028110450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the crack! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2atS7Y-hI/AAAAAAAAANU/ApV-aLgtZoI/s1600-h/PB020472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2atS7Y-hI/AAAAAAAAANU/ApV-aLgtZoI/s320/PB020472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264033642431707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the view from the tomb ( HARHAR)  i'm watching you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2bKViwDMI/AAAAAAAAANc/kYlqNEWrM9I/s1600-h/PB020476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2bKViwDMI/AAAAAAAAANc/kYlqNEWrM9I/s320/PB020476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264034141349874882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2bnrBQcHI/AAAAAAAAANk/mkt-CmnTNR0/s1600-h/PB020477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2bnrBQcHI/AAAAAAAAANk/mkt-CmnTNR0/s320/PB020477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264034645331177586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 daughters, 9 son-in-laws;&lt;br /&gt;my mummy, Pauline,&lt;br /&gt;Godma, Doreen and Aunty Rosalind were not married when Gong gong died&lt;br /&gt;so you dont see my dad and uncles names there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2cjDcRT3I/AAAAAAAAANs/wUvylKGYyUo/s1600-h/PB020488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2cjDcRT3I/AAAAAAAAANs/wUvylKGYyUo/s320/PB020488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035665499213682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Gong gong! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2dB6CwogI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U5UToShfc7I/s1600-h/PB020489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2dB6CwogI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U5UToShfc7I/s320/PB020489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264036195552240130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;angels with no wings. boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2eY7pvFHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2DAWhMQqlzk/s1600-h/PB020492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2eY7pvFHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2DAWhMQqlzk/s320/PB020492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264037690632770674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy aunties and stelle ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE DESSERT!  LOOK WHAT I'VE FOUND :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2e-nbxKCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Kmcs8ehChHc/s1600-h/n604822411_858670_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2e-nbxKCI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Kmcs8ehChHc/s320/n604822411_858670_1124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264038338040506402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those were the days mommaa looo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6266801455984945415?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6266801455984945415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6266801455984945415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6266801455984945415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6266801455984945415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/booogachaaxxzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQ2ZGPqR7nI/AAAAAAAAANM/0cFYq4dNQFA/s72-c/PB020470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-3674092069942906278</id><published>2008-10-31T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:51:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvr_jMwi6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9TbNhngGWw/s1600-h/PA300442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvr_jMwi6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9TbNhngGWw/s320/PA300442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263560066525596578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been an eggciting for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back from Malaysia on Tuesday, and attended my very first lesson with Mr Zaki!&lt;br /&gt;We learnt 8/8s in two solid hours, ran 3 rounds for "conditioning" HAHA PT is soo weird, and I ran in slippers, Ru ran in pumps ;D It was pretty stressing though because you've gotta learn the steps in 3mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was a super slackish day, woke up reaally late and was suffering from some backaches and blue blacks, just went online and surfed the net doing quizzes and reading people's blogs. Until mid-day I felt like getting my arse out of the house, called Zena to ask if she was interested in having dinner together with Janet! We did in the end, at Newton Circus, hahaha still remember the Kindred days where we had supper there for 2 consecutive nights. After newton, we went to Island Creamery for mudpies and ice creaaammm. We had a banana split! :D Teehee it was sooooooooo good hahaha, and the mudpies were ultra sinful. Plus we were such goons trying to figure out how to load the paper into the photo printer (: Janet's parents came to fetch us home, well not exactly home, my family was at this place called Bali House at Meridian Hotel? Yeah the one at Orchard, so I was dropped off there and had a couple of drinks with them ;D&lt;br /&gt;I finished Message in a Bottle at 3.45am with teary eyes because the book was so touching,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all the guys be like Garett Blake? That way women would have a fulfilling love life.&lt;br /&gt;But guys like that are hard to find. ): oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;teehee it was my idea to head there this afternoon because it's been a while since I last went there. Met Zena at the Serangoon MRT station of which we were so carried away by talking that we took the wrong side of the train! :/ causing us to be late AGAIN. Had lunchy with jang and ru at Food Republic (: Sentosa day passes have gone up by a dollar! HAHA, why? Global recession luh. Hahaha I hate the recession its making everything so expensive. Anyways, we played crazy frisbeee by the beach, took pictures and chilled at Delifrance for the sake of the aircon!&lt;br /&gt;( And I thought I was bimbo enough, Janet's bimbo-er, aiyoh little bit of sun also cannot )&lt;br /&gt;Teehee then we went to VivoCity, raided every shop hahaha we're such noisy people, toy'r'us was funnnn! After which the hungry us ate at Carls Junior, their portioning is really big.&lt;br /&gt;The deck playground was nostalgic for us, because 1 year ago we were just fooling around like some retarded school kids, except this year it's without Bel and Heather ):&lt;br /&gt;The timing was just right when we went to see the sunset (: The horizons looked so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe pretty's not the word, but rather breathtaking? Mmm hmm, it's sad to think that we're all gonna leave, the last sunset together )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvsa3eolNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JKBvBIJh6lk/s1600-h/PA300456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvsa3eolNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JKBvBIJh6lk/s320/PA300456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263560535825749202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvtyGmpwKI/AAAAAAAAANE/1WwKpFEatrE/s1600-h/PA300376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvtyGmpwKI/AAAAAAAAANE/1WwKpFEatrE/s320/PA300376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263562034534531234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day of Rendevouz with Janet and Ru, we had lunch at Gardens' Pow Sing Chicken Rice! :D :D Haha high content of MSG = euphoria. After lunch, we popped by Zena's house to give her a surprise visit only to find that she was still in bed! Hahaha playground adventures again, and then it was to school for CCA! ;D  SYF was rather enjoyable, although there were a few moments where I just blanked out. I'm beginning to admire Mr Zaki's professionalism, his choreography is so fluid and it has that ability to make you feel good once you know how to execute it (: I'm so privileged.  Oh! I got floor burnt again! This time to top it off, there's blisters too! The size is as big as your eraser! :D Haha nut had 3! BUT ITS ALL WORTHWHILE :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to find the SYF Dance Series for the Year 2003, does anyone have it?&lt;br /&gt;Attended All Saints' Day mass in church with Mummy, and the readings were mostly from&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautitudes and how the Saints had strived to lead the life the Lord wanted us to live.&lt;br /&gt;Upon listening to the reading, this extract brought to mind, my tagboard incident:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.tractassociation.org/Beatitudes.html" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;         "Blessed are you when men revile you and persecute you and&lt;br /&gt;    utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;         Rejoice and be glad for your reward is great in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;    for so men persecuted the prophets who were before you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so whoever the person who has been tagging unkind words in my tagboard,&lt;br /&gt;I have the Lord who consoles me  :D&lt;br /&gt;The Lord gave me bunny teeths to amuse myself (: Plus why does looks even matter?&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's All Souls' Day today, gotta go to Malaysia again to visit Gong Gong's tombstone (:&lt;br /&gt;I like going there actually, perhaps because I never got to see him before, so this yearly celebration is the only opportunity I'd ever get to see his face (: Retreat next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;no handphones and ipods and all material things for 3 days . :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I can survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3674092069942906278?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3674092069942906278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3674092069942906278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3674092069942906278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3674092069942906278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-week-has-been-eggciting-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQvr_jMwi6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/t9TbNhngGWw/s72-c/PA300442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-1867822400609392563</id><published>2008-10-26T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:46:42.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning everyone!&lt;br /&gt;time report: 12.40am&lt;br /&gt;location: godma's house, msia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, having 3 kids really takes up a lot of responsibility and energy, andI finally got a taste of that today. Spent almost the whole day with my 3 young cousins, Randall, Darrell and Bryan, all boys.&lt;br /&gt;They are filled with so much energy and vibe which made me feel quite old :/ loud blasting music, jumping on the beds, tossing of pillows, shouting HAHA those were the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;my 2 days in malaysia has been rather rejuvenating, seeing my dear grandmother (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;she misses me so much hahaha, i'm really lucky. Good food, lovely cousins ! Shopping too!&lt;br /&gt;but singapore's life's too fast-paced :/&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired now, toodles woodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacqueline's a picnik addict (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1867822400609392563?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1867822400609392563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1867822400609392563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1867822400609392563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1867822400609392563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-morning-everyone-time-report-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-673716161776324595</id><published>2008-10-24T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:27:34.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really really happy! I finally know how to customize my own blog skin (:&lt;br /&gt;it's nice right, the whole picture thing and the background, but without Jacq's help I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;have been able to fix the problem situations, so thanks again! now I shall post this long awaited entry about the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Day, Last Bell, Last Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the words may be borrowed, but the sentiments all mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23 of October 2008, marked the end of an astounding journey with the class of whom I spent my lower secondary years with. It was without a doubt brimming with tears and silly laughters. Everyone was singly going on their own separate ways, different classes, different combinations. As cliche as it may be, it's all talks about leaving and how heavy-hearted we were before this very day, but I never expect myself to tear or cry, because I was just going with the stereotype. Next moment, after Miss Mazlind came into class to bid her last farewell, I was feeling so stirred up by all the heartache and started to tear. Peer pressure you may say, but a positive one, everyone started to cry too! Miss Mazlind was walking so quickly, because she was so afraid that she would just get emotional and cry like crazy before O' Levels invigilation. We wanted to give her hugs, but she just brushed us away, in that moment it was so hard to accept that we were actually pretty close to her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; haha. Pictures after pictures, scrabbling on your table writing last minute letters and card, hugs and words of comfort were filled in the air. There are some people who would be joining the normal classes from 2/8, and these were the emotional ones, Yang Lin, haha pretty nice girl always willing to help me and making me feel like she respected me as a person not as a councillor, broke down while I was talking to her,  haha tears on my pinafore as we hugged her. I tried putting myself in her shoes, I think I'd feel equally worse,  it's like all your friends leave you to fend for yourself in a new environment. Scary you know, the Clique also made up with everyone, Rachel asked us to go for lunch, which made Janet and I a bit cynical about it. Man, Mrs. Jayakumar's last words were so ( hard to express ) , the whole class cried , I've never seen Rui Li, Qi Xiang all crying so badly before. Perhaps we were all always close deep inside our hearts, but never showing it on the surface. Soon, we'll be having new friends, new teachers, new everything, it's time again to try to fit in and settle in. I love my class, and if I'm given life's one last choice, I'd still see myself where I was, and where I am till the 23 October.  Love you 2/8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ru Hui&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, is all I can say. These past 2 years were like the days where we had the most boisterous time of our lives! Dancing, singing, sleeping, doing absurd things, for a few moments it felt like you were the sister I never had. I guess, it was through the misunderstanding that lead to where we are today, things may just move in a circle and maybe one day I'd still be right beside you, making you laugh, rolling on the blue things in the dance studio, eating fried granola bars....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janet&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want things to end right here right now, I'm just praying that we'll be in the same class, haha you me and mel (: But should we not be, I'm thankful for this entire period you've spent with me and the others.&lt;br /&gt;For being there when my dear best friend said mean things to me ( harhar ru hui ah) , invest prep and sixsomes. Invest had made us so much closer, see that's the good thing! We're like both the Student Leaders' always spoofing people around, telling them to keep their poker cards or other school rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Teehee, and soon to come, our new phone which is arriving I dont know when :D And! I'm still in my, high socks, high belt, long skirt season ohkay, admit it cause you totally are all of that too. I'm gonna miss you and your junior gossips!&lt;br /&gt;*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;one big big word, THANKS. Sec 1 days, haha remember our cold war in P6? You were still my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha this sounds so P1-ish. Yeah but anyway, can't forget our Ms Tay english days where you and I would always compare our journal entries about english lessons! HAHA, and you'd entertain me with all your sick sour cream armpit jokes after P.E! LOVE YOU MANY MANY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lyn&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You've been an extraordinary friend to me (: AND I LOVE YOUR TWO DOGS, alpha and tyrael!&lt;br /&gt;they're like my two cute hotdog buns HAHA, that I feel like eating them! Teeeheee, dancing in your house&lt;br /&gt;to stupid tokyo drift songs with ru, eating the entire wasabi thing just to get paid 20c by Mel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jacq&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;you're like my P1,P2, P6, Sec 1 &amp;amp; 2 classmate! That's like 5 years, we've been together! Haha and I still think you resemble that Moo Min thing on my file , with the round belly, all so fair and cute HAHA. Thanks for helping me with my blog, and the awesome sixsomes will be friends forever! Enemies NEVER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;WE BONDED ON THE HIGHWAY! It'll be a day I'll never ever forget. You, Me, Jacq walked all the way from school to J8 by foot! That indian contruction guy, me wanting to pee so badly and hallucinating while walking.&lt;br /&gt;Plus your  " Disgusting Shit " comment! AHHH I'M GONNA MISS YOUUUUUUU ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zena&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we are like childhood friends, you've seen me childish, you've seen me matured, you've seen me cry, you've seen me laugh.   You're like always there, behind me to support me, calefaring in the aspects of my life when I needed so much help, like my Mum said " *laughs* , I always see Zena standing beside you, either helping you to hold your wallet or carry your things when you're busy, she's really good ah " Teehee, invest night, you helped me to change into that cheong sum out of my blazerr! HAHA, supper funny, oh ya you've seen me change also. Aiyoh, you sick girl, stalk me. But! I still love you the same (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne, Yang Lin, Claudia and Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;May you have the courage to stay strong against the great influences, when you reach a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;Work really hard, and be motivated to do well! You'll always have me, when you need help.&lt;br /&gt;Always love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, Thank you God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;For showering me with your endless blessings throughout this school year, I've gained a lot of satisfaction and achievements which you've given me. Even till the very last day, you awarded me with something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times where I totally forgot about my direction in life, and concentrating on material things rather than the riches in heaven, but you still offer me solace when I'm in solitute (: Thank you lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all goes well for everyone in the Year 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;stelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQKt3XEmFII/AAAAAAAAAMU/_kQ-4YEKREY/s1600-h/CIMG1547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQKt3XEmFII/AAAAAAAAAMU/_kQ-4YEKREY/s320/CIMG1547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260958481319859330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-673716161776324595?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/673716161776324595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=673716161776324595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/673716161776324595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/673716161776324595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-really-happy-i-finally-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SQKt3XEmFII/AAAAAAAAAMU/_kQ-4YEKREY/s72-c/CIMG1547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-6572178868324508020</id><published>2008-10-23T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:54:13.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE &lt;div&gt;I'm totally at Zena's house now, and janet just shocked me with a teochew word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Kam Sia " = Thank you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teehee, I managed to get a sense of how stupid Zena can be just 20mins ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She restarted her account 4 times. copy pictures 4 times, log out 4 times, and diconnected her cable twice :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how dumb can a person be??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA when she could just take out the thing and put it back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woooohooooooooooooooooo i shall have a more meaningful post about today later my friendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIM IS LOOKING AT ME NOW ( HAHA inside joke )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buh bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love cosplaying. HAHA not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6572178868324508020?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6572178868324508020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6572178868324508020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6572178868324508020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6572178868324508020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-everyone-im-totally-at-zenas.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1666149576025722666</id><published>2008-10-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:48:50.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can do all things through him who strengthens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Philippians 4:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this bible verse was strongly emphasised on during the exam mass in school for the O levels' girls as well as those taking the EOY's exams. It was just shortly a month ago...&lt;br /&gt;but things sure happened quickly in a brink of time. Tomorrow would mark the last day of the school term for the Year 2008, and I'm filled with lots of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, sadness, disappointments and Excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, because I managed to hit the range of Top 150, haha shall not disclose the ranking here, well it was just right for me, improved by 10 over positions, hopefully I'll get the combi that I want.&lt;br /&gt;And also because during this period in time, new things emerged, friendships got closer to the heart than ever... The Sixsomes. New clique if you want to call it that way. But 6 different kinds of people coming together, spending some warm fuzzy time doing what youths like to do, movies, eating, singing and more. It's sad that we're all definitely gonna split up, that's the sad part.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but we'll always keep in touch and stay as sixsomely as ever right? (:&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment, because my goal by 2008 was to have everyone in class to really bond and get to know each other deeper than on the surface, but I guess it just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;My class is a class filled with cliques, cliques that do not wish to break out of their social circle, and they just always are together, never really interacting much with others. Despite you know inter-class activities and PEA. :/ Well perhaps this situation is not much in my control, but hey at least I had a vision for everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, excitement, for the new school year beginning next year! Sec 3, so many upbeating things that are gonna happen, SYF, Danceworks, Cross Country, adventure camp and taking over office; (: it just puts a smile on my face, how God has really really blessed me with so much that I hadnt asked for (:&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be nostalgic tmr and the waterworks would spark as we leave all there is to 2008, i'm already feeling a pinch of sadness hahahaha , i love my class. IRONIC YES. but my class has given me the platform to where I am today. For believing in what I could offer them with all my heart and mind, giving me the respect, love and attention. It's been such a long journey....&lt;br /&gt;Since Day 1, 2007... so long...so long.. oh how much stelle has grown.&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave all the mushy fuzzy wuzzy's to tomorrow, it'll be more meaningful then.&lt;br /&gt;as for now, it's just farewell cards (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 watermelons, 8 teachers, 8 cards, till 10pm. ( inside joke )&lt;br /&gt;I really miss those days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1666149576025722666?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1666149576025722666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1666149576025722666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1666149576025722666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1666149576025722666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-do-all-things-through-him-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-792661447560219163</id><published>2008-10-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:26:37.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAY! I GOT INTO SYF :D&lt;br /&gt;super happy and estatic! didn't expect it at all.&lt;br /&gt;gotta step up man, congrats to all those who got in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;all smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-792661447560219163?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/792661447560219163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=792661447560219163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/792661447560219163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/792661447560219163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/praise-lord-alleluia.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-7995678040526996559</id><published>2008-10-19T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:24:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was just another tiring day, somehow last night's sleep didn't feel like sleep at all, it was like evening never got near to morning, dark and quiet. I was practically yearning for more sleep when Alex text me a morning call! Haha yup, we served today, mass was celebrated with the Bishop from Philippines ;D After 7am mass, lex and I met maryanne and ta pow breakfast to her houseee, it's like becoming a regular hangout place after church already. We watched Grey's Anatomy! Haha I was trying to convince them that that show was all about sex sex and more sex, and the show proved me right! It was a little gruesome though because they had scenes where blood would suddenly spurt out or you'd see the heart beating :/&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why I'll never make it as a cardiologist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of fountains of blood and the heart.&lt;br /&gt;cath was a continuation of last week, the resurrection, we did a whole load of fun stuff haha ;)&lt;br /&gt;then after cath the guys asked us if we wanted to watch eagle eye with them, it sounds interesting though, the storyline I mean, but we didnt go :D&lt;br /&gt;returned those DVDs to ezyvideo or is it videoezy haha whatever!&lt;br /&gt;om shanti om is the bomb man, it's such a twisted show, with lots of songs and dance, the storyline was good ;D Farah Khan's film's are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I like to watch certain Hindi movies (: reason being they have better actors/actresses and the story never gets boring, it's always fresh and new.&lt;br /&gt;Deepika Padukone is super pretty in the show, haha no wonder she's like Maybelline's spokesmodel.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting again tomorrow, last week of the year man.&lt;br /&gt;AND we're having some silat class! The malay martial arts thing, not exactly looking forward to it but I shall attend it with an open mind, so wish me luck :/&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to Zaki's arrival, SYF Auditions!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was Daddy's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D my dad's older than me by 40 years, which is oldie old.&lt;br /&gt;old parents are better people, they are wiser!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I REAALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna watch Nights in Rodanthe, it's finally OUT!&lt;br /&gt;DATE ME SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The people ask me how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How I’ve lived till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tell them I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;amazing how lyrics can narrate one's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7995678040526996559?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7995678040526996559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7995678040526996559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7995678040526996559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7995678040526996559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-so-cool-that-were-on-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5746655332426718295</id><published>2008-10-17T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:04:04.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF- Thank God It's Friday! (:&lt;br /&gt;the school week has finally come to an end together with the release of our results.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just alright with the marks, as how we would say, hanging in the air kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;Currently my body's aching all over and there's dance tmr, haha. Initially I was all up for&lt;br /&gt;DEP Audition's but suddenly during the day, it jst strucked me, " why am I taking DEP? "&lt;br /&gt;because with what I have, I'm definitely not gonna risk getting a bad L1R5 in O' Levels so it was a&lt;br /&gt;no no (: I took 153 today! A change, usually it's 105, but I decided to hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;next week's gonna kick start the whole leadership camp thing, with Definite Leaders training, yay! Nut's going, Jang's going, everyone is! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;but Zaki's coming on tues! AH, squirms at the thought of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5746655332426718295?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5746655332426718295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5746655332426718295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5746655332426718295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5746655332426718295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6854064866838921352</id><published>2008-10-13T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:26:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPQ0WVMMzOI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZPNbb4-mFP0/s1600-h/12092008049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPQ0WVMMzOI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZPNbb4-mFP0/s320/12092008049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256884223298292962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know I think I have the tendency to be pretty slow, haha and I just realised that! See!&lt;br /&gt;What drew me to this conclusion, well perhaps that I just found Petrina's blog with all the invest pictures, and this huge thank you to Estelle! Plus I just found the Super Poke! column on Facebook,after what people have done with me since who knows when? Haha, anyways the boredom thing is sorta setting in today, so I've decided to make use of my time to do something fruitful! I just signed up for the word a day thing to your email, and I'm planning to type out the recruitment proposal for GB, and prepare myself for Forum tomorrow! Can't wait for school to start again, I know.. it's only been 5 days, but hey it's a long break oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, everyone's getting bored that mel's telling me why guys SHOULD have cramps.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm standing on her side!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I resumed my household duties, that is my compromise with mum, she does all the other housework while I do my part. (: which is folding clothes, washing the dishes and of course,&lt;br /&gt;cleaning my room! As much as I dont enjoy them,  I still do them, that's what you get when you have a small family. I should seriously consider having more kids next time, solves the manpower problem haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know if I should go to Nut's later? cause Dad's off today and he seems to be in the bad mood, hahaha and I DONT WANT TO STAY AT HOME!! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;" he's like a tiger today " mummy just said.&lt;br /&gt;crappy patties, i shall attend weekday mass today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I forgot to blog about this yesterday, but it was basically the best thing I did so far after the exams. I bought 2 books from MPH :D:D ALL SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;both by Nicholas Sparks, I love his books on top of the other authors that I love too.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you watched A Walk To Remember, it's by him, and also the upcoming movie with is releasing the day after tmr, Nights to Rodanthe :D I'm definitely gonna catch it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to date me? Hahaha, I soaked up in the book, The Choice, yesterday evening right up to 1 where I finished the whole thing (: haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm eyeing 2 books now, the sidney sheldon one, rage of angels and nora robert's finding the dream. Never bring me to the bookstore should you ever come with me, because I'll never want to leave that place, and end up buying SOMETHING. When I was in India, and went to the bookstore there HAHA, bought loads of books, plus it was dirt cheap there. 5 bucks for Mitch Albom's books, and it's exactly the same. Sucha rip off! I should consider living there next time.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is getting too rant-y so I'm ending it here!&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your monday afternoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6854064866838921352?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6854064866838921352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6854064866838921352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6854064866838921352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6854064866838921352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-know-i-think-i-have-tendency-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPQ0WVMMzOI/AAAAAAAAALs/ZPNbb4-mFP0/s72-c/12092008049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-314727751415222001</id><published>2008-10-13T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T04:20:02.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPMsYDr8XBI/AAAAAAAAALc/IteDd-QxEnU/s1600-h/Picture+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256593981889600530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPMsYDr8XBI/AAAAAAAAALc/IteDd-QxEnU/s320/Picture+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256594266280531394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPMsonIBlcI/AAAAAAAAALk/enM7tRofkmc/s320/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hawlo homies, spot the difference! Haha my neat days and my un-neat days. The difference is, well the fringe. Anyways I'm guessing that everyone's rejoicing now because the exams are totally over,as for those whose's sitting for the O's, you can do it tooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as for me it's just been days of mere slackiness, and movie madness. celebrated the end of exams with the Six-somes, of which Grace, Jacqueline and I WALKED TO BISHAN FROM TOA PAYOH (: On foot! Okay okay salute us now, haha. It was tiring but it as hell fun! 3 IJ girls crossing the highways hahaha. And then we caught The House Bunny movie, it was highly bimbotic but just right for me. Haha, the following days were jus gym and llamas date at Maryanne's house, talked like never before. You know those kind of movies yo'd watch, where girls would have those girly talks talks, yeah like that! But our's was better.  Cath was greatty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the days were jst gym, and crazy movie marathons, rented a few DVDs to catch at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall disclose the titles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Om Shanti Om ( eh don't laugh) , The Holiday ( reaaally sweet ), The Sleepover ( -.- typical chick flick )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but Mum bought you dont mess with the zohan which I haven't watched, and Janet's lent me her Camp Rock :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went to lyn's house earlier, initially our plan was to watch the HD version of Heros, but she didnt know how to work it with her new player so we caught Mamma Mia! instead (: now I understand why alex loves it. The tunes are really really good, amazing how they can produce a movie with all the ABBA hits. Love them to the max, used to listen to the ABBA hits when I was young (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay I guess I'm gonna end here, the laptop's battery's warning signals come on :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this calls for CAMP ROCK TIME!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(: take care yall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-314727751415222001?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/314727751415222001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=314727751415222001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/314727751415222001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/314727751415222001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hawlo-homies-spot-difference-haha-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SPMsYDr8XBI/AAAAAAAAALc/IteDd-QxEnU/s72-c/Picture+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-2044566297258210743</id><published>2008-10-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T05:42:04.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky to be coming home again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky we're in love every way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's a really nice song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2044566297258210743?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2044566297258210743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2044566297258210743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2044566297258210743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2044566297258210743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky-im-in-love-with-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5681709248386812371</id><published>2008-10-05T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:34:44.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm proud to say that I did my best for maths!  (:&lt;br /&gt;yesterday evening I was soooo scared for the paper today because I didn't feel that I was prepared,&lt;br /&gt;well not that much ;D haha, brought all my problems to church during evening mass, and left it all there with God (:&lt;br /&gt;as I was doing my paper today, I could feel that God was with me throughout the whole paper,&lt;br /&gt;amazing isn't it? Those questions which I was stuck, all came to me towards the last 10mins of the paper, ahhhh, major relief really.&lt;br /&gt;I've done my best! That's all I can say. If I fail I shall not be discouraged!&lt;br /&gt;Geography and SOVA tomorrow, SOVA notes are hell thick, and it's too colourful, that my printer cant take it. teehee I guess the school just wants us to be more cultured in the arty farty way ;D&lt;br /&gt;that's why guys don't learn it! too bad guys, you can continue with more maths and more science.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for the encouragement maryanne and zena (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles woodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5681709248386812371?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5681709248386812371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5681709248386812371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5681709248386812371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5681709248386812371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-proud-to-say-that-i-did-my-best-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4949880262925187139</id><published>2008-10-04T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T06:58:10.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PAULIN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/PAULIN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello peeps, today was yet another study day for me. the education system is really getting tougher each day, perhaps they should abolish it, okay nah I take that back, if we had no education system, everyone would just be illiterate, which makes us no different from cave men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did a Natasha Rodrigues today. ( haha let me borrow your name alright )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was doing maths problems until that extend where you just feel like crying, laugh all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it may seem funny, how you may imagine someone doing maths and cry at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm such a stress ball really. I suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Set language and notation really made me upset to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I decided to change and revise Science... tuition was after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thinking that the maths paper's gonna be really hard, hearing from what Ms.Mazlind's said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I'm going to leave all my problems and sorrows to God, and perhaps I'll find him in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank god for sundays you know, adoration room i'm coming for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;life has it's ups and downs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm feeling worried for Audrey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if you happen to be reading this, please please know that I am praying for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;come back home to us, you know what I mean, I'm serious.  Don't go through the whole regression by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm missing you a lot ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i still love you girl, god too......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a look into his eyes, an assuring hug and a tingle of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4949880262925187139?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4949880262925187139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4949880262925187139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4949880262925187139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4949880262925187139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-peeps-today-was-yet-another-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5265385092197743378</id><published>2008-10-03T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:01:10.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Bearers Roster for the Month of Oct-Nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hey all ya homies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the new Gift Bearers roster for the month of October to November is up! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-size: 9pt;" class="aBlue" href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=p3lQAIwP3LkOVruyWuMO_eA"&gt;http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=p&lt;wbr&gt;3lQAIwP3LkOVruyWuMO_eA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="aBlue" href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=p3lQAIwP3LkNe9SpZc4z_Cg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5265385092197743378?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5265385092197743378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5265385092197743378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5265385092197743378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5265385092197743378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/gift-bearers-roster-for-month-of-oct.html' title='Gift Bearers Roster for the Month of Oct-Nov'/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1245088598852307887</id><published>2008-10-03T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T04:03:02.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIWn7LpEloo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIWn7LpEloo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sssssttt, ahhh check 1:46-49s out :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1245088598852307887?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1245088598852307887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1245088598852307887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1245088598852307887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1245088598852307887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sssssttt-ahhh-check-146-49s-out-d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8008489907477434449</id><published>2008-10-03T01:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:33:48.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh my goodness gracious, this is really disturbing me luh hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just browsing around people's blog when I came across Yang Lin's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and it had this sick porn star song. HAHA it's really disturbing like oh my goodness, I immediately closed it luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yuck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in case you were wondering how it sounds like, here you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAHA OMG ITS GETTING WORST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry yang lin hahaahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.yanglin-xoxo.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8008489907477434449?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8008489907477434449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8008489907477434449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8008489907477434449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8008489907477434449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-goodness-gracious-this-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5824395486265770634</id><published>2008-09-30T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:01:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How lucky can I be? ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was just clearing stuff on my laptop folders when I came across this one which contained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of last year's SOVA notes. Haha yay, they sure are gonna be of great help to study for SOVA on Tues. Studying's just getting into me, too much of everything equates to&lt;br /&gt;C:Drive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;OVERLOAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;but I actually enjoy studying to dancing, welcome to the nerd world, stelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is reaaaaally coool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you shld check it out :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lovecalculator.be/quiz/en/4018348/free" target="_blank" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);"&gt;http://www.lovecalculator.be/quiz/en/4018348/free&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5824395486265770634?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5824395486265770634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5824395486265770634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5824395486265770634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5824395486265770634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-reaaaaally-coool-check-it-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1259238299630828890</id><published>2008-09-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:08:52.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOODNESS GRACIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, my dearest Fang Ying could you kindly take that constipated picture of me off your blog.&lt;br /&gt;it really looks bad. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;just came back from dinner with the unexpected (:&lt;br /&gt;mummy and I decided to dine at chomps earlier, so we went there, saw JANG JANG!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D heehee yay! she was with her mum too and her two adorable sisters.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner together, the two mums and kids.&lt;br /&gt;it was sooo much fun, all the laughter and foood and me being a camel!&lt;br /&gt;I drank this HUGE HUGE LONGAN THINGY filled with ice all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Someone award her with the trophy!&lt;br /&gt;nah just kidding (: we left after that, went to cold storage to grocer shop, the things there at least are save for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;talking about milk and china, i was just eating wall's ice cream the other day after school,&lt;br /&gt;and zena had to frighten me telling me tht walls was affected too. But the one I ate was made in thailand ( haha weird ). SO DONT WORRY GUYS :D&lt;br /&gt;if I die, you'll cry for me yeah&lt;br /&gt;dad's at F1, i guess he's really enjoying it, all the vrrooooomm and hamilton guy.&lt;br /&gt;while I stay home and work on my lit the night away...&lt;br /&gt;Hey to all you people who's exams are starting tomorrow, all the best ya!&lt;br /&gt;Strive for accuracy ;D esp. english!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the band, The Scripts is soo hahhhhh * bling bling*&lt;br /&gt;(: it's stuck in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha alright :D&lt;br /&gt;Double L!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1259238299630828890?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1259238299630828890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1259238299630828890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1259238299630828890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1259238299630828890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodness-gracious-haha-my-dearest-fang.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5158619253029840331</id><published>2008-09-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:12:48.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hello world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm finally done with the two important papers, English and Chinese, what a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I'm generally satisfied with the 4 essays I wrote, the standard was so much better than the ones before. it was a long paper, which got me hanging on the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the minute I came home, swoosh to the bathroom and then to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I slept from 8pm yesterday right up to 10am this morning! What a sleeper I am right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hahaha, chem-ed the whole afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the highlight of the day would be the exam prayer session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was really close to my heart, it got me tearing up, stirring up all those negative emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;mum, aunt and uncle accompanied me but we were sitting away from each other ;D haha they wanted their own " space ". So I joined the llamas, not complete actually, nut and drey weren't there. It's been a while since we've seen each other, a lot of unspoken feelings and damage control. Through simple actions like holding each other's hand, one can assure the other that sense of comfort and companionship, knowing you'll never be alone, always having God and people who love you. It is a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I dont know, for me I think when these heartfelt things happen, there's not a need to express it with beautiful, grotesque words ,for the only person who would ever need to know, is the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5158619253029840331?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5158619253029840331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5158619253029840331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5158619253029840331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5158619253029840331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4518957239068220999</id><published>2008-09-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:03:54.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle is really hilarious I promise.&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna know what she did, smth marvellous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl wanted to "surprise" me for sending me a letter through mail,&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't wanna ask me for my address. (If not there'll be no "surprise")&lt;br /&gt;So she smartly went to yellowpages and search for my address, and she&lt;br /&gt;arrived to this page telling her that my address is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fax Blk 1004 Toa Payoh Ind Pk #04-1495 Singapore 319076&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone, laugh now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said that was the only address that belonged to a Sim family.&lt;br /&gt;How saddddd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just find it so funny and she told me to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;So tada! Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you smth abt Estelle,&lt;br /&gt;She laugh REALLLLLLLY loudly in class all the time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she laugh is like&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA, *pause* HAHAHAHA *pause* AHHHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Awesome Ninesome.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you a little bit,&lt;br /&gt;Janet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4518957239068220999?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4518957239068220999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4518957239068220999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4518957239068220999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4518957239068220999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-7256785754460413875</id><published>2008-09-22T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:06:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNeykL182GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YbsjRrWR1Lw/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNeykL182GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YbsjRrWR1Lw/s320/DSC00832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860225447712866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;kodak moments, our friendship's monument (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 14TH BIRTHDAY JANET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We celebrated Janet's birthday today at Pizza Huttta, the nine-somes (: haha brand new clique formed again. The subject combinations are out, haha scaryy. There's like 2 combi's of Triple Science this year, which would mean that there would be more ASEAN Scholars. Initially I was all out for Pure Bio &amp;amp; Chem, but now I think I enjoy Physics better, so I'm gonna go for Physics &amp;amp; Chem! ;D This topic is always exciting when it's being discussed amongst friends because you can see everyone being so tensed and concerned, sharing what they heard from seniors and teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;as I was flicking through the Catholic News, I saw the audition advert for Paul the Musical, it's by the Church of St Mary's of the Angels, so I decided to express my interest by sending an email, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so now I'm gonna go for the audition for fun! It's on the 10 October, just right after the last paper. Woohoo so fun, it's a long production which would open in July 2009, at the NUS University Cultural Centre ;D that place is super huge, it was the previous venue for Dance Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;alright gotta study for my chinese test tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7256785754460413875?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7256785754460413875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7256785754460413875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7256785754460413875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7256785754460413875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/kodak-moments-our-friendships-monument.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNeykL182GI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YbsjRrWR1Lw/s72-c/DSC00832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-4748205388473235094</id><published>2008-09-21T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T05:58:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Earlier this day, as I was rushing to go to church with my hands holding onto a 1kg cake, I was basically struggling to flag a cab and to answer Alex's call, but thankfully a really nice taxi driver stopped by to ask if I wanted to hop in (:&lt;br /&gt;Later this day again, I was not rushing but just breezely waiting for a cab to go to church to attend 6pm mass this time, I met this friendly taxi driver who shared with me a few things about the pride of his life, his kids. He was a malay man, his skin tone was slightly charred, and was pretty hip, seeing that he was tuning into 98.7, singing to " Me Love"?&lt;br /&gt;Yes so anyway, the first thing he said when I hopped on was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Going to meet your boyfriend ah?"&lt;/span&gt; HAHA, wait till he finds out the real reason. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;" No, Uncle I'm not meeting my boyfriend (smiles)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Then why you go to Serangoon Gardens for what? Down there is all the makan makan so I thought you going there to pat tor (sp?)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;" Hahaha, I'm going to Church, Uncle for mass "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly his face changed! HAHA, he turned behind and looked at me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" Aiyoh sorry sorry sorry, sorry Miss sorry Miss, I didn't know, you know old people like me ah like to think that you all like to go out dating luh &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;" It's alright Uncle (: Youngsters do go out to date, so you're not wrong "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" So Miss, you're working now or studying? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like huh? Do I look that old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;" Err, studying (: CHIJ TP "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" HUH!!! Miss, your voice is very mature luh, sorry ah Uncle very paiseh keep saying the wrong thing "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;" HAHA, it's okay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the convo ended because we reached the destination already (:&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, today's encounters with the taxi drivers was so uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass today was by Fr Ambrose Vaz, a guest priest ;) another Fr Bosco.&lt;br /&gt;The readings from the gospel and all were like signs from God to me, that's what I thought because they answered my questions and doubts.&lt;br /&gt;That's the thing about going home to God, when you seek solace you'll find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathechism, the topic for today's lesson was about Death.&lt;br /&gt;As usual you'll have people sharing about how they lose someone and the immense pain they go through to deal with it. Just like how I told someone, with birthdays, there would be deaths.. Max's birthday today, Bennett's Grandfather's death.&lt;br /&gt;Before B's Grandfather died, he was a staunch Buddhist, until that very last part of his life, he decided to give himself up to God, and join the Catholic faith, those were the most peaceful time for him, Fr Kevin Koh would come into the ward and speak to him in Teochew share the word of god and prayers. Today at 11, Aunty Belinda called her kids to rush to TTS Hospital while they were on their way to church, their dearly beloved grandfather's heart had just stopped beating.&lt;br /&gt;I was just trying to place myself in that position, what if suddenly one of my grandmothers died? One's thousands of miles away from me, while the other's so close but I don't visit her often. I'll miss them, cry... haha you know the usual emotions someone would feel.&lt;br /&gt;But we've to ask ourselves, why do we cry at wakes? The reasons may differ for the person whom you're attending the wake may or may not be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;If I were at my friends, I'd probably cry cause I'd miss them so much, and I'll be happy that they're going home.&lt;br /&gt;But if it were my loved ones, my family members, then... the tears would be because I'm selfish and I dont want them to leave me, and the fact that they wldn't be there anymore when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;The most painful part of the funeral, would probably be when they roll your loved ones into the furnace, I think that's the part where everyone would cry like crazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;We were told to do this activity also, where we had to write what we wanted to be remembered of, and what we wanted on our tombstone (:&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Estelle Marianne Goh Hui Qian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16 May 1994 - ( the day I die )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the girl who was like a flower, so colourful and loved the shower...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she lived her life with smiles on her face, as she journeyed life's gentle maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;her love was like a pretty dove in the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in loving memory (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tell me it's good okay (: and beside my tombstone would be Alex lying next to me with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;not-as-cool fetish for M &amp;amp; M's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lastly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4748205388473235094?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4748205388473235094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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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-2298750415558522737.post-427979790807711834</id><published>2008-09-21T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:15:11.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/14tZRDdwggU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We rode into town the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just me and my Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He said I'd finally reached that age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I could ride next to him on a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That of course was not quite as wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We heard a crowd of people shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And so we stopped to find out why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And there was that man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;That my dad said he loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But today there was fear in his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Daddy, please can't you do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He looks as though He's gonna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you said he was stronger than all of those guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;addy, please tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why does everyone want him to die?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Later that day the sky grew cloudy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And Daddy said I should go inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Somehow he knew things would get stormy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boy was he right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But I could not keep from wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;If there was something he had to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So after he left I had to find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I was not afraid of getting lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I followed the crowds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;To a hill where I knew men had been killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And I heard a voice come from the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why are the faces of some of them beaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why are they casting their lots for My robe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Father, please can't You do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I know that You must hear My cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I thought I could handle the cross of this size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Father, remind Me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why does everyone want Me to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When will I understand why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"My precious Son, I hear them screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But this dark hour I must do nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Though I've heard Your unbearable cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Look there below, see the child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Trembling by her father's side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Now I can tell You why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;She is why You must die"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bennett's grandfather just passed away 6 hours ago..&lt;br /&gt;Eternal rest give unto him, O Lord;&lt;br /&gt;and may the perpetual light shine upon him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2002962898499398955</id><published>2008-09-20T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T04:51:31.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I was just watching the investiture's performance from what Mum filmed then and I am suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;from a laughing fit. How in the world did I manage to pull off what I did manxxzz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HAHA, the quick change from the thick and nicely pressed blazer and tie, to an ultra long cheong sam, and to add it off it was Mrs. Jayakumar's .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;;D It's like when I "fainted" and fell to the floor with a loud thud sound, you could hear loudly in the background  " OWWWWW " sounds from the audience, SUPER COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;teehee, and there was this picture of Saira as the guard, she looked really retarded, i'll post it later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's Max's birthday tomorrow, yet another birthday boy, Mon's Janet's! I'm going sooo broke haha with all these events coming along plus revision notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I think that Katherine Hiegl's face is really radiant, it's like when smiles her whole face just glows up like a lightbulb! I mean seriously ;D Her teeth and smile is pretty to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNTi-GjdirI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lF2GWoCH9F8/s1600-h/27-dresses-one-husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNTi-GjdirI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lF2GWoCH9F8/s320/27-dresses-one-husband.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248069022332586674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;don't you think so? oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2002962898499398955?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2002962898499398955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2002962898499398955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2002962898499398955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2002962898499398955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-just-watching-investitures.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SNTi-GjdirI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lF2GWoCH9F8/s72-c/27-dresses-one-husband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-3552519310320078548</id><published>2008-09-19T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:42:07.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hello all you eager beavers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;guess what, stelle is back again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hahaha, as you can see I have abandoned my LJ, which means I'm gonna post here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in future for a whileee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the blogskin's so vibrant (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm still trying to figure out some parts of the sidebar which is sorta weird,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cause I can't add the Headings in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;any blog wiz who would wanna help me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3552519310320078548?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3552519310320078548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3552519310320078548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3552519310320078548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3552519310320078548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8576520316627029423</id><published>2008-05-04T22:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:03:50.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.pretty-pouts.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can link me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8576520316627029423?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8576520316627029423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8576520316627029423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8576520316627029423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8576520316627029423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-moved-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2574562851455909830</id><published>2008-05-04T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:00.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SB2edHe6z2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kd7vgpJmCZU/s1600-h/P4200032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196483768117546850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SB2edHe6z2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kd7vgpJmCZU/s320/P4200032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening chickas (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just indulged in a nice meal of mummy's signature casserole and hot soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds tempting eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heeheehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the eve of the full swing exam week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estatic is the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited and a little nervous at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's okay, thinking of next Sunday, at this time, how I'll be relaxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my life away, it's totally worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday blues ain't that strong anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They seem to have slowly faded as time passes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy World Communication's Day everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to blog only appropriate stuff :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm.. preferably like what Father said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have the Christ message in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, that's a little hard to incorprate the message into your daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we must try &amp;amp; persist! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey's going to china, I'm gonna miss you hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing my birthday ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's okay, you can enjoy your trip with your china natives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. and hopefully bring me some cool chinese stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's been a breeze, couple of lovely things happened (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alex and I think that the castings of Twilight totally suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Robert Pattinson doesn't match up to Edward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like Edward's so .... you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Robert's so... you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaaha, why am I ranting about you knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a cool funky name now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Empoldering Estelle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2574562851455909830?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2574562851455909830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2574562851455909830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2574562851455909830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2574562851455909830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/evening-chickas-just-indulged-in-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/SB2edHe6z2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/kd7vgpJmCZU/s72-c/P4200032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-4979532643655191799</id><published>2008-05-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:46:44.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling happy now!&lt;br /&gt;thank god for that.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I tried to use LJ, Blogspot is so much easier ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4979532643655191799?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4979532643655191799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4979532643655191799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4979532643655191799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4979532643655191799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/d-im-feeling-happy-now-thank-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3356576586792075945</id><published>2008-05-03T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:09:37.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I'm like using my phone to blog! This is awesome, nw i can blog even when i'm out. Oh boy im sounding like a complete doofus here. Tuition earlier was pretty fruitful, managed to clear all my doubts. I'm gonna do quite badly for sci i think haven't been spending much time on it. Nw it seems like theres so much to revise . Hmmm..shld i go for 7am mass moro? Teehee oh well im off to hit the books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3356576586792075945?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3356576586792075945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3356576586792075945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3356576586792075945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3356576586792075945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/woohoo-im-like-using-my-phone-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6824300954317152137</id><published>2008-05-02T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T07:44:59.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray I've conquered History for the term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was much easier than I expected it to be, so hopefully I would be brought with some good news (:&lt;br /&gt;What a relief, all the studying about Pre 1819 Singapore's history finally paid off.&lt;br /&gt;New knowledge instilled in my mind now, so the shallow concept of Singapore and the British&lt;br /&gt;has now been diminished!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling slightly feverish now, it's worrying me, don't wanna get sick during this period of time. Plus, there's supposedly math and science tuition later, I'm asking mummy to postpone it for me, I doubt I'm able to crack my brain for another 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like resting yet I feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;HAH, someone save this little nerd butt please.&lt;br /&gt;as said by mehmeh.&lt;br /&gt;grangs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having an exam-eating-disorder.&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating more than I normally eat, and that's worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;haha, mummy tries to fool me by telling me I'm maturing and i'm STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;sure...&lt;br /&gt;but it's sorta scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talking about mummy, I recently discovered that she actually reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;GEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO MUMMY :D&lt;br /&gt;so it ain't really private now, right mum?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should start updating my private one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6824300954317152137?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6824300954317152137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6824300954317152137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6824300954317152137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6824300954317152137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/hooray-ive-conquered-history-for-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8283439433939721214</id><published>2008-04-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:32:01.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello :D&lt;br /&gt;seems like everyone's been so busy lately, and the only person who ever blogs is mehmeh.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are all around the corner, so much tension and stress.&lt;br /&gt;RAH. I just have to jump over this hurdle and everything would be normal and happy again!&lt;br /&gt;Math tuition later on,  Nut's just invited us to her housee, don't know if I should go.&lt;br /&gt;My desktop is finally working, some internet connectivity prob I guess.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!  Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Attended Ascension mass just now, and served with Adele, she's so small.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;haha, feel like squishing her.&lt;br /&gt;OOPS! Not squishing but just, yah I think you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's decided to go to China for the immersion trip missing Ronald and my birthday&lt;br /&gt;altogether.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay (: We can always celebrate it another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I never seem to celebrate my Labour Day ever, and that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;instead I end up working more.&lt;br /&gt;P6 it was mugging for PSLE, then Sec 1, MYs, this year MYs also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to mug!&lt;br /&gt;bye all you mug-sters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best and good luck for those sitting for exams! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8283439433939721214?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8283439433939721214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8283439433939721214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8283439433939721214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8283439433939721214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-d-seems-like-everyones-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4670949998685625501</id><published>2008-04-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T06:09:09.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been picking on me lately.&lt;br /&gt;And that feeling is really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;this week was really shit out.&lt;br /&gt;many happened.&lt;br /&gt;the good ones and the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;but more on the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the parky on tues and friday (yesterday) with Ru &amp;amp; Bel.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it was great.&lt;br /&gt;one of those lighthearted talks while walking down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes, it's really wonderful to have friends like ru and nut :)&lt;br /&gt;although ru doesn't really expresses it out in person, she says it all the letters.&lt;br /&gt;heehee, quite mushy but really comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Nut! For the 5 mins letter thing and giving me a hug when I needed one.&lt;br /&gt;GRAH, hahaha. You saw me in tears ): And I saw u in tears.&lt;br /&gt;So we're quits, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behold, for sunday is about to arrive again.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel like the normal sat, where I'm all excited.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta serve tomorrow's mass (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I bet Kristian and Stephen must be laughing when they read&lt;br /&gt;the word "serving".&lt;br /&gt;so altar boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for today folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4670949998685625501?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4670949998685625501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4670949998685625501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4670949998685625501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4670949998685625501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/lifes-been-picking-on-me-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3109014502372201799</id><published>2008-04-17T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:57:20.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait till next month!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, TIME YOU NEED TO GO FASTER THAN THIS.&lt;br /&gt;at the rate it's going, I'm gonna die before it's even May.&lt;br /&gt;URGH.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. ok now I shall smile and be happy again :D&lt;br /&gt;It's 10.47, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;there's many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;EP project, Chinese workbook and Revision Time-table.&lt;br /&gt;bite me.&lt;br /&gt;but my mind has already arrived in the sunny island of Mauritius.&lt;br /&gt;so there goes my work.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading 2 books lately, P.S I Love You &amp;amp; A Thousand Splendid Sun.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, but a high contrast in the contents of these two books.&lt;br /&gt;P.S I Love You, is very touching and it makes me wonder how 2 people made for each other,&lt;br /&gt;like soul mates.&lt;br /&gt;A Thousand Splendid Sun is sad, it's more on the narrative writing, about how the woman in Afghan lead their torturous lives and how they escape.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic! you should read it too, if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited now, for Twilight, the movie to be screened.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll only be released at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;12/12/2008.&lt;br /&gt;that's like a 483574395749 years.&lt;br /&gt;The casts are out too! I think Bella was okay, but Edward...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..  Robert Pattinson for me wasn't the best choice.&lt;br /&gt;There were so many other hot actors they could choose,&lt;br /&gt;but they had to choose one with a weird ascent.&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, he's still Edward, the dreamy and girls-would-die-for, Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Stephenie Meyer is such a wonderful writer.&lt;br /&gt;She's so expressive, she's like able to bring out all the mixed emotions in you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Midnight Sun's gonna be published soon too!&lt;br /&gt;It's the continous sequel from Eclipse, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;it'll be released on the 31 May.&lt;br /&gt;I love reading, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is back for the month.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;here comes moodd swingg;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3109014502372201799?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3109014502372201799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3109014502372201799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3109014502372201799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3109014502372201799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-wait-till-next-month-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4701133635114953969</id><published>2008-04-16T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T04:14:56.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touch Me &lt;br /&gt;Feel Me &lt;br /&gt;Then You Will Find &lt;br /&gt;We Are Meant To Be &lt;br /&gt;And I Aint Lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HELLO DARLINGS:D&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Been so busy revising and completing my work for MYs.&lt;br /&gt;It's so taxing and nonetheless tiring.&lt;br /&gt;AH, let's not talk about work :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Let's update the latest happenings in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, errr.&lt;br /&gt;I just opened Nevin's message on friendster?&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel afraid when people send me messages there,&lt;br /&gt;because they're usually the ones whom I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;but I know who Nevin is luh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing as I'm reading the message.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is It's hilarious. No more elaborations :D&lt;br /&gt;Ssshhh...&lt;br /&gt;GRAH. ok ok hmmmm again...&lt;br /&gt;I just ended tuition?&lt;br /&gt;yup. maths.&lt;br /&gt;then...errr..&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S COMING SOON YALL.&lt;br /&gt;just next month.&lt;br /&gt;mark your calenders now!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;16 May!&lt;br /&gt;Which so happens to have so many events clashing.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's getting married, which means I have to attend.&lt;br /&gt;There's IJ Fiesta, which I would have to perform and do duty.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Torn in between.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go for Fiesta in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;then attend only the wedding dinner in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;So many mails to clear after not reading my mails for days.&lt;br /&gt;RAH.&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;love yall.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4701133635114953969?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4701133635114953969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4701133635114953969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4701133635114953969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4701133635114953969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/touch-me-feel-me-then-you-will-find-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-155429897520530489</id><published>2008-04-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:01.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_uA9tqKWlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4fQyK-JwXmY/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186881193564068434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_uA9tqKWlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4fQyK-JwXmY/s320/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss you babe; get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥ l.o.v.e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you completing my sentence all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's only when someone has left your presence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;do you actually learn to treasure and value them more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past 2 days have been rather boring without Ru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one to get high with, laugh like crazy with, and go Galen-crazy with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I betcha enjoying yourself at home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;while we mug like cuckoo in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyways, it's International Friendship Day on Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;any plans yet? suppose to go out with Ru to do some exciting stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but I guess now they're cancelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GRAH. Bite me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Each class was given a designated country to do on for IDF,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and my lucky class got Nepal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha, we are to do either a skit or dance, or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I've to choreograph the whole dance thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate mixing music, it's so time-consuming and tricky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You've gotta make sure that the music actually flows properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and yet sound hyper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm still stuck with it, trying to download some sound effects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's Flashback tomorrow, I think it should be pretty exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Something different from the usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH OH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After school today, initially I was filled with joy because I thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was able to go home early that day and bath and rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I merrily packed my bag and left school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I was at the traffic light, I met Rajali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank goodness I did man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She said '' Aren't you suppose to be taking Sec 1 Techniques today? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA. Ding! It rang a bell in my head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What was I doing at the traffic light?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there went my ''perfect'' tuesday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sad huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realise that I don't get much sleep these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is that suppose to be good or bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've really been trying my best to sleep as early as possible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it just doesn't seem to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want to be as fortunate as those people who can take the liberty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to sleep at 8 or 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, that's your life, my darling Stelle. Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alrights, I'm gonna get back to mixing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-155429897520530489?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/155429897520530489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=155429897520530489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/155429897520530489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/155429897520530489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-you-babe-get-well-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_uA9tqKWlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/4fQyK-JwXmY/s72-c/DSC00192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-4557773911497272108</id><published>2008-04-07T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:01.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne5qC2uNa2w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ne5qC2uNa2w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered the compilation video of all the Danceworks groups now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so slow.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just normally watching the video until suddenly SAGE's ad came out!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I got a shock of my life and I was like laughing throughout the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;The preparatory of the ad is still fresh in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I remember Nina introducing us, then explaining our costumes and make-up,&lt;br /&gt;after which we all said our anti-drug message together, which you can view.&lt;br /&gt;'' Stay free from drugs,  Step up to Dance! "&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy lately with tuition and school assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-years are coming, gotta mug like fug.&lt;br /&gt;Preparations for Dance Night is also starting already.&lt;br /&gt;We had Hip Hop with Keyshia today, we did some blocking (: I got blocked.&lt;br /&gt;followed by Mrs Zailee's talk about the lastest updates.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wasn't very keen to be in Zaki's item, because he was VERY VERY stringent about&lt;br /&gt;the dancers in his item, he needed them to learn the steps by a snap of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was according to what Ms Wee said, that there'll be an audition.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but nah they skipped that whole part and just chose a few people.&lt;br /&gt;I was amongst the lucky ones to have gotten in, thank goodness Ru got in too!&lt;br /&gt;I know how badly she wants it.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about her, I'm missing her already.&lt;br /&gt;She's down with chicken poxs.&lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;She's not coming for like 2 weeks, that's suuuuperrr long to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be performing 4 items for Dance Night :D&lt;br /&gt;Let's recall them to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hip Hop ( Keyshia )&lt;br /&gt;- Contemp ( Zaki )&lt;br /&gt;- Flashback ( Bel &amp;amp; Chels )&lt;br /&gt;- Danceworks ' 08! ( SANGUINE, SAGE, STATIC )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Night would be held at SJI's theatre.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's good.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's lovely Alex's birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL ONE (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're fourteen already. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope all your dreams and wishes would come true this birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May you continue to break your own personal records and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;win manymanymany gold ''cups''&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LOADS , TO MANY MORE WONDERFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_opktqKWkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AGitU4aHjGY/s1600-h/1_795993287l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_opktqKWkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AGitU4aHjGY/s320/1_795993287l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186503631579011650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LLAMAS MOMENTS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I haven't been dreaming in a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;I need to start dreaming again as in when I'm sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting boring to just sleep without meaningful dreams.&lt;br /&gt;They either come scary or worrying.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, pray for me that I'll get a sweet dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2298750415558522737-4557773911497272108?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4557773911497272108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4557773911497272108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4557773911497272108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4557773911497272108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-discovered-compilation-video-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R_opktqKWkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/AGitU4aHjGY/s72-c/1_795993287l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-6116810152623602274</id><published>2008-04-02T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:11:40.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  A one in a million chance of a lifetime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  And life showed compassion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  And sent to me a stroke of love called, You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;  A one in a million you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whoa, it's been long since I last updated, well here's this one for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day and E-learning day had been pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue house won champ. house again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i'm proud to be a smurf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was a zillion things to do for e-learning, but it is definitely better than&lt;br /&gt;going to school?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, celebrated Uncle Rick's 58th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, old man.&lt;br /&gt;and I had to go back to school to do warm-ups with the sec 1s.&lt;br /&gt;Zaki finally came back after so long, like since he walked out on the SYF people.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be choreo-ing an item, sounds coolie.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, I headed back home in the heavy heavy rain.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a few movies which mummy rented from videoezy.&lt;br /&gt;One of which was Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, haha you can laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;But it's such a nice and funny show, it was in hindi but there were subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;It was about those high school sweethearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems to be passing really fast, but there's quite a number of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;Ru came over to hang out and do some proposals, since we didn't wanna play&lt;br /&gt;gooseberry for Rachel &amp;amp; Galen.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, talking about them, they look like each other, at first many mistook them&lt;br /&gt;for siblings, but we found out that they were in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;big twist eh.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-years are coming, they're scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off I go to take my bubbly bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6116810152623602274?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6116810152623602274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6116810152623602274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6116810152623602274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6116810152623602274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-in-million-chance-of-lifetime-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6511670965527036204</id><published>2008-03-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T19:12:17.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God never gives us more than what we can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/mariannegoh/?action=view&amp;amp;current=thad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f85/mariannegoh/thad.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be really happy in heaven now with God,&lt;br /&gt;It would have been wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;if you were still here with us to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence will always be missed dearly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words describe how I feel at this moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Breathless, and Touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just finished reading Thaddeus' book,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Running the full distance&lt;/span&gt;" ,&lt;br /&gt;which all of us bought yesterday during the special mass in memory of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How could anyone so angelic ever be on earth and go through so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so that he would carry out God's duties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never did I expect in my wildest dreams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I would actually cry reading the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bennett's mummy has really compiled and written the book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a way beyond words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have personally never seen him before in my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only came to know about him upon his death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People only realise that you are there, or that you're important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only after you have passed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It must have been so hard for his family, losing someone so dear, suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The feelings' still raw, after all it has only been 9 months since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he was still running the race.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to think of what if.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mummy died tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daddy died tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I died just this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what if.....someone close to me just left us all, to return home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thoughts make me scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It must have been difficult for that girl in school, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;who has a sister who suffered from schizophrenia &amp;amp; depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her sister's fear? Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her sister would always lament about the possibilities of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;passing on at any moment, what she would want at her funeral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and each day she would try to kill herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart goes to you, my dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having to come home everyday, finding your sister attempting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to commit sucide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess lately I haven't been my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;deep inside lies a sad and troubled me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not gonna lament about things here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;besides it's Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It should be a time to be happy and merry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that our Lord has risen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;smile, estelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ editted on 26 march ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6511670965527036204?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6511670965527036204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6511670965527036204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6511670965527036204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6511670965527036204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-never-gives-us-more-than-what-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-6837814788239512338</id><published>2008-03-23T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've had the most magical week ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point of time, Mariel is blogging also.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. I'm ultra high now, although I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;This week it was all about church church, friends friends.&lt;br /&gt;The days have been short, but it feels like forever!&lt;br /&gt;(in the good way )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early to send a message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the llamas and mers about celebrating Audrey's 14th!&lt;br /&gt;when it was done, I started sewing my boring Home Econs bookmark.&lt;br /&gt;Arranged to be meet Mehma after her choir practice, at bishan to do some ''studying''&lt;br /&gt;We ended up reading about some supernatural stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, I learnt more about SAI BABA!&lt;br /&gt;and I managed to find a book with an interesting name.&lt;br /&gt;" Cup of Comfort, For Inspirations "&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so tinggly to me! It was filled with very light-hearted stories,&lt;br /&gt;one of them was entitled '' Angel's wings''&lt;br /&gt;The story was about a lady who was struck by a terminal illness,&lt;br /&gt;which caused her to be bed-ridden.&lt;br /&gt;But she was always the sunshine for the people around her.&lt;br /&gt;She could remember all the tiniest details of her friends and neighbours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever they left after visiting her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she would always say this to them " May the Angel's wings, be with you! "&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and because she was bed-ridden, she had a special phone.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH I FELT WAS SUPER COOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's called the..... Blow phone.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. It had holes beside the numbers,&lt;br /&gt;so if you want to dial a number&lt;br /&gt;all you needed to do was to blow on that hole and the number would be dialled!&lt;br /&gt;Creative invention man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on,&lt;br /&gt;we went to meet kris and ron to pick the present for Audrey,&lt;br /&gt;there was like absolutely nothing at bishan so went to ps;&lt;br /&gt;where mehma and I satisfied our cravings for fried mars bars, yo.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, the lady at the chippy's counter looked like me?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while the guys were doing their picking,&lt;br /&gt;( Picking sounds wrong. )&lt;br /&gt;we went to marks &amp;amp; spencer where I spooked mehma,&lt;br /&gt;by telling her that their gummies all contained meat gelatine.&lt;br /&gt;The percy pig ones had pork gelatine.&lt;br /&gt;The fruit gums one had beef gelatine.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, m &amp;amp; s' choc.chip cookies are heaven for a slacky day.&lt;br /&gt;You could just sit down and keep munching on those.&lt;br /&gt;( say whatever to fats :D )&lt;br /&gt;went to mehma's house and met her 3 sisters in real life.&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock luh, the girl whom I always saw in primary sch, was one of her sissy.&lt;br /&gt;easter vigil mass was awesome, although the trip to the park failed.&lt;br /&gt;the church is so mesmerising, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG DAY TODAY! EASTER FIESTA! :D AUDREY'S BIRTHDAY CELEB.&lt;br /&gt;Her celeb went on pretty well, no doubt it was super last minute but whatever,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey you loved it anyways right?&lt;br /&gt;we held it in the awesome rooftop which I've heard of for so long,&lt;br /&gt;but've never been before.&lt;br /&gt;The scene was magnificient,&lt;br /&gt;so cool you could see like black heads moving beneath you.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it didn't last for long, we sorta got caught for it.&lt;br /&gt;helped out to do the body painting too!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it was tiring, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the delight on those small cute kids' faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at my bunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, The body looks constipated, but ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180928837043247666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-ZbU9qKWjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/l-l62Doik60/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the day at church ended of with gift bearers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have the pretty picture of mehma in her;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH-SO-STUDIOUS pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180927771891358242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-ZaW9qKWiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dV2Kp9X4g4g/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the holidays, hooray june is coming,&lt;br /&gt;but before that, exams are here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6837814788239512338?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6837814788239512338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6837814788239512338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6837814788239512338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6837814788239512338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-everyone-d-ive-had-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-ZbU9qKWjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/l-l62Doik60/s72-c/DSC00112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-8181967059609712070</id><published>2008-03-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:26:51.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chum chum chum, just came back home.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to church again to attend stations with nut, maryanne and clarice.&lt;br /&gt;Mariel was passion playing as Veronica and Vic was Mary.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we were laughing throughout the parts they appeared in.&lt;br /&gt;They looked a bit like Bhuto. :D&lt;br /&gt;In a cool way though, hahaha not the mas selamat wife's style.&lt;br /&gt;After that, mar &amp;amp; I went to the park to chit chat and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, catched up a bit , listening to all her happenings in class and social life!&lt;br /&gt;I shared mine too (: &lt;br /&gt;I feel chilidish today! Haha, I tied my hair into 2 pony tails, wore a ultra huge mickey mouse jacket :D&lt;br /&gt;Stephen said I was acbc, was it acbc? Oh well you get the idea anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he's partially right! But I think everyone has one of those retarded days.&lt;br /&gt;My point to you: JUST BE YOURSELF :D Do what you want! Like me!&lt;br /&gt;Tuition again tomorrow morning, gotta do some sums for Jenna (:&lt;br /&gt;Got a study date with Mar after that, haven't had it in the longest time ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;It feels great again to know that I'm gonna have free time for myself!&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! I'm such a doofus.&lt;br /&gt;I've been abstaining from meat throughout the week, and just now I stupidly went to buy chicken nuggets as I was feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;URGH! HAHA, I realised it when I had my first bite.&lt;br /&gt;But you know, meat always taste nice &amp;amp; tender on days where you're not suppose to have it.&lt;br /&gt;good friday's ending soon! here comes easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8181967059609712070?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8181967059609712070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8181967059609712070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8181967059609712070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8181967059609712070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/chum-chum-chum-just-came-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3802074763095949749</id><published>2008-03-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:45:47.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning Sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;I slept really early yesterday night and I forgot to take out my rubber bands,&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, now my hair's in a curly weird shape.&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading The Lottery by Shirley Jackson, Mariel's recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, it's an interesting story for you to read in the morning, well that's only for the front&lt;br /&gt;part of the story, although I don't quite understand the last few paras about stones.&lt;br /&gt;According to Mariel, she said the people get stoned in africa every year.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having math tuition later, I need to buck up, yo.&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending lots of time revising and studying Literature, and neglecting the&lt;br /&gt;other subjects. Let's hope I get to do Higher Lit next year.&lt;br /&gt;There's passion play later! Can't wait, marmar's in it.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, mummy's going to HK tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;No easter vigil with her, it's left with Daddy and I.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ohwell! I could do with 4 days of no nagging, no lecturing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of Mel &amp;amp; Seraphina, they're in Italy now!&lt;br /&gt;So nice to be in Italy during the Holy week, you get to attend mass there.&lt;br /&gt;The congregation in Italy's super huge, and you can feel the warmth.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3802074763095949749?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3802074763095949749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3802074763095949749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3802074763095949749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3802074763095949749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-morning-sunshine-what-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3370288704992839392</id><published>2008-03-20T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:53:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The words may be borrowed, but the sentiments all mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's so small. I just found out that Justine's boyfriend knows Ronald and Cherisse.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many connections here and there, that it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Your friend could be your long lost sister/brother?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nah just kidding, you'll never be that lucky to get the jackpot!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change my blog skin now, it's getting utterly boring and dull&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Mass later on, finally I get to see the llamas, miss yall.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting the merbrothers also.&lt;br /&gt;Easter's coming coming coming! CAN'T WAIT! Easter this year is gonna be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna help lexxaye at her mummy's tattoo stall.&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! okay, blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3370288704992839392?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3370288704992839392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3370288704992839392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3370288704992839392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3370288704992839392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-may-be-borrowed-but-sentiments.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8133799664178250436</id><published>2008-03-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:01.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-EmLUlLQRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8hw598hpJng/s1600-h/1_621607604l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179463022397833490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-EmLUlLQRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8hw598hpJng/s320/1_621607604l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAGE ON STAGEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't contain my joy till today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOP 3 &amp;amp; MOST SUPPORTED GROUP :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHH. We clinched 3rd &amp;amp; 5th place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STATIC won High Energizer, 4th place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lovely Sanguine got into finals (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IJ's so cool, yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We didn't expect to get 2 awards, we were hoping to get at least one or none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I still remember that after performing, all of us felt that it was just crap on stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jia was tearing, Nina was crazy mad. And I was receiving flowers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! I shall dedicate all my thank you's here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zena &amp;amp; Janet: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NAKNAK! Thanks for coming so far to watch me perform even when you just finished Band camp, haha lugging all your barang barang to Cathay and even got me flowers. Janet, thanks for understanding, regarding the english proj :D sorry couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mariel, Alex and her friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME. So nice to come down under the hot sun, watching all the retarded groups go by, and supporting NUT AND I. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's okay you had to leave early, your presence meant a lot I believe for both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANKS FOR THE MANY ENCOURAGEMENTS AND UNDERSTANDING ON THE WAY :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The exciting feeling still stays fresh in me, I have never in my life, cried because I was so happy, but for the first time, I did. During the results, we ( sagers ) were all holding our hands, closing our eyes, super anxious, and when they read out our names twice, we screamed and teared! I know you may think I'm being stupid here, but hey it's such a nice feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we've all achieved so much as group, me being the youngest in the group, I've learnt loads. I MISS YOU, SAGE. the fun fun chicken rice and smoothie dates during pracs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talking about chicken, my plan on going vegetarian for Holy Week, is working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprisingly, I can resist the temptation, I haven't eaten any meat since Monday, hopefully I won't be careless and eat meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's day was pretty bad, I was filled with fatigue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, Ru came over to my house for a while to change, we had Oishi Pizza and some sushiii. After that, we went to AMK hub to meet Shan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA, chit- chatted till like 6 plus then we both went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realised how much Ru means to me, I tell her every SINGLE thing , she's so much like me. We're BREASTFRIENDS FOREVER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just finished watching Dance Night ' 06's DVD, it was boring, no wonder people left half-way through. I'm suppose to submit in my Home. E bookmark by tomorrow, but I have no energy to sew at all, I'm just poking my fingers with the needle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss the llamas, a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We seem so far, since Audrey left for usa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heard that last week's cath was super fun, sad I missed it with Nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nvm, there's always other times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow's Maundy Thursday people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time to get holyy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's SAGE performing. ( I suggest you turn down the volume )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/skCx8zzO2dA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/skCx8zzO2dA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8133799664178250436?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8133799664178250436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8133799664178250436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8133799664178250436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8133799664178250436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/sage-on-stageeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R-EmLUlLQRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/8hw598hpJng/s72-c/1_621607604l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-8329489070614070189</id><published>2008-03-14T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:01.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;CONGRATULATION SAGUINE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;on getting into Top 8 for T-shirt Design!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177607197094002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R9qOUElLQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kyEHsX7MyMo/s320/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the last league of the race,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;LET'S GO SAGE &amp;amp; STATIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOO HOO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8329489070614070189?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8329489070614070189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8329489070614070189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8329489070614070189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8329489070614070189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/congratulation-saguine-on-getting-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R9qOUElLQQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kyEHsX7MyMo/s72-c/DSC00067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-8792066991242994228</id><published>2008-03-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:53:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you like it? I like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you love it? I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you want it? you want it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds so bimbotic :D Today's been the best danceworks day of my life, we did so many wonderful wonderful thing. How time flies, like a mosquito! I remembered us coming together on the first meeting being all clique-ish, and now we're like ultra bonded, haha that's what we think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean we were all looking at the other groups, not that they weren't bonded but our group always seems to be the one laughing and having fun, dancing, enjoying ourselves. I really consider myself very lucky, and I am thankful for what I have now! ALLELUIA PRAISE THE LORD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After practising we started talking about random things, then we came to the topic of post-danceworks, haha such a nice feeling you know that! Like now I can't contain my joy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We are planning to join other competitions with this piece, and to be retarded during keyshia's hip hop, by wearing the sunkist orange S.O.S shirt ( aka, SAGE ON STAGE! ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't think other groups planned so far except the mighty and wise us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YAY! Sager's outing tomorrow after Dance practice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To watch what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hint: * apple bottom jeans, with the boots...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;STEP UP 2, YO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess this will be my last post until sunday where I'd hopefully post some GOOD NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey's coming back on sat! Hooray! You're missed, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How's the big U.S.A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bang bang bang, i'm so SUPERSUPERSUPER high now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8792066991242994228?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8792066991242994228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8792066991242994228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8792066991242994228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8792066991242994228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-like-it-i-like-it-you-love-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-2117620120547509128</id><published>2008-03-12T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:01:40.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! I have a sudden urge to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.45am though, so quiet and dark, but I'm enjoying it :D&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun to be in the dark again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having random dreams lately, ones that you would laugh about if you heard.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll tell you one.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my mummy and I were in the Land Before Time scene, all the dinos around flying in the air, and both of us were washing clothes in some red puddle underneath the dinos.&lt;br /&gt;Call it retarded, whatever :D&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to That's Right by Ciara the whole day, and I don't seem to get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;After a long long long time, finally Mariel and I managed to talk on the phone, mostly because I was not okay. Thank you babe, thanks for being there.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's birthday's on Friday! Big emergency, I have zeeroo time to get anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;Danceworks' is like till 7 plus, and I'd be drained out by then, how to go?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nvm I shall give her my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Nah, so weird to give your heart to your mum.&lt;br /&gt;Sage wants to go for an inspirational outing on Friday before Danceworks, to watch Step Up 2!&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I guess it's gonna be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch Step Up 2 twice or thrice, cause 3 ppl have already asked me to go watch it with them. There's the Sagers, Ru and Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's been so nice and friendly to volunteer to teach me guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, how cool is that? :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know posting it on your blog would attract that much attraction.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna change my blogskin, it's too eeeee-moooo ): not nice not nice.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4 hours left for me to hibernate!&lt;br /&gt;off I go, although I know it's abrupt but CIAO! :D&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2117620120547509128?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2117620120547509128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2117620120547509128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2117620120547509128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2117620120547509128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-i-have-sudden-urge-to-blog-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-7214065334951879753</id><published>2008-03-09T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:40:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading Mariel's blog, and I started laughing, cause I read Bevin's reply to me.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that my name sounds like her pet chicken, which she doesn't have ? HAHA like huh?&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she's anti-chicken. WHOA, who doesn't eat chicken?&lt;br /&gt;Didnt attend mass today at SFX, went to christ the king and saw Aunty V there.&lt;br /&gt;my brain hurts now, too much math today.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been studying it for prob a month? Horrible me I know but YAY!.&lt;br /&gt;started tuition also with jannah, after soo long.&lt;br /&gt;skipped gift bearers! :D&lt;br /&gt;went mini-shopping with mummy also.&lt;br /&gt;I saw on the arena web that Vic's debating for SJC, interesting man.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact tht she's the only chinese on her team. Eh, racial profiling?&lt;br /&gt;NAH, just kidding :D it's tomorrow, hopefully I'll catch it in time.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing for 7 hours tomorrow,10-5.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta scared now, cause I dont know Keyshia's hip hop steps, didn't attend it for 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;grah. anne &amp;amp; ru are on science camp, so they'll not be going.&lt;br /&gt;nutty, are u going with me ): ?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, miss you luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn how to play the guitar, but I dont have the time to, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's a guitar sitting in the store room now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7214065334951879753?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7214065334951879753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7214065334951879753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7214065334951879753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7214065334951879753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-just-reading-mariels-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1517949250222547264</id><published>2008-03-08T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:02.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Omnia Omnibus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All Things to All Men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the many things I've learnt from council. It actually means everything for everyone everywhere. So, I woke up at 5am today, super early because we have to meet in school by 6.30am. Today was THE day, haha the cluster camp thing with all the IJ primary schools, I facilitated for the first time in my life, haha quite fun luh, wonderful experience, you know you get to play games with them, get to know them, shout cheers, and debrief them hahaha, can talk rubbish. Anyways, my group was the awesome VIOLET! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175355581963911410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R9KOe0lLQPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iX61HZJ5dMo/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;V.I.O.L.E.T :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the group's names were all superhero names, there were like wonder woman, jean gray, rouge, superman, spiderman and blah blah blah., the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 girls from IJ TP, and another 3 from Kellock.&lt;br /&gt;I think they enjoyed the games very much as much as I did, HAHA actually I LOVED the water fight with all the facils. I saw some things that I never thought I could expect, my my.&lt;br /&gt;Those kids were young, but boy they can blow your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I admired the trust they shared amongst themelves, something we, you &amp;amp; me can never find in our daily lives, the ability to completely trust someone.&lt;br /&gt;During the debrief, I learnt a lot too, and the several important decisions to make , the answers were like just thrown in my face.&lt;br /&gt;I think over this period of time, I've learnt to mature a bit more, and be more sensitive to others needs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after the whole camp ended, exchanged my numbers with those kids, haha they're still smsing me now, telling me good night and a 9593749337378 Thank you's.&lt;br /&gt;So innocent.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I can sleep in tomorrow morning, no cath class, after a hectic week, YAY god's rewarded me.&lt;br /&gt;March holiday's are so not holidays. So many projects &amp;amp; homework to finish ):&lt;br /&gt;plus dance &amp;amp; cheer practices.&lt;br /&gt;grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to shower now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaociao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1517949250222547264?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1517949250222547264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1517949250222547264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1517949250222547264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1517949250222547264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/omnia-omnibus-all-things-to-all-men.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R9KOe0lLQPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iX61HZJ5dMo/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-8086082108097464744</id><published>2008-03-06T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:41:00.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening all you bloggers out there,&lt;br /&gt;today's been a smooth sailing day, I've got all the things that I didn't expect to get.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's extremely nice too, she brought me to massage because she knew I pulled my shoulder muscle, and she bought me a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;She bought the red W910i, the shake shake one :D&lt;br /&gt;And and, I went to try the Super Bluetooth Hack thing, it works man.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I made my mum call my dad for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;scary, hahaa I'll go try to prank someone tomorrow at school!&lt;br /&gt;I realised that every single day, I've been slogging my life out, drowning myself with work work and more work. March holidays aren't even really counted as a holiday anymore, it's just gonna be intensive practice and practice and practice. Mrs Zailee wants to have full dress rehearsal on Wed. I have to finish my Literature hw &amp;amp; type a warning letter for this girl who always leaves her wallet her in class. HAHA, my my my, actually sometimes I think bck, why do I even bother to take the responsibility and do all the hard work, when the class don't even care.&lt;br /&gt;EP lesson tomorrow, turns me off.&lt;br /&gt;oh and lovely people, if I haven't smsed you my new number here it is, so sorry if you didn't receive one from me, 83882478&lt;br /&gt;The number seems weird if you look at it in a way, I still prefer the 8117 number, but oh well let's just make do with what we have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for lazy today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8086082108097464744?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8086082108097464744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8086082108097464744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8086082108097464744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8086082108097464744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-evening-all-you-bloggers-out-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-530425002341038222</id><published>2008-03-05T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:27:16.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am sitting in the computer lab, HAHA suppose to be researching about Lent, and what it means to me, but I finished early so yeah. Today's pretty gloomy, probably cause it's rainy season so everyone's all stoned and out. Seraphina's outta her mind, she's researching about Altar Servers, hahaha really boy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happening today that's exciting, just council dry run for the camp on sat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing dance now. HAHA, toot me. 9 days left!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats all thats in my mind now.&lt;br /&gt;Blog later when I get home then....&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-530425002341038222?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/530425002341038222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=530425002341038222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/530425002341038222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/530425002341038222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-i-am-sitting-in-computer-lab-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-167340508716015010</id><published>2008-03-03T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T06:55:20.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring's like, on jupitar and mars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's been pretty wonderful, I managed to do something that I really felt satisfied in,&lt;br /&gt;which was leading my team's debate. I've never been given the chance to be debate cap before,&lt;br /&gt;whoa, I really made our speakers go the extra mile, they are so so brilliant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY, I LOVE YOU GUYS OKAY! :D I'm so sorry if I spoke too fast or made you write faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just would like to let you know that, I believe all of us will perform so well tomorrow, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we MADE it, all the late night arguments, haha whining and researching, LOVE YOUU ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I skipped Hip Hop prac, saw the steps they've learnt. IT'S MIND-BLOWING.&lt;br /&gt;So darn nice, I've gotta learn it man, loads to catch up but it's worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Attending SAGE prac though, haha all of you must be wondering what Sage is right?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, it's the name of my group for Danceworks :D&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like some Power Rangers name or something.&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Danceworks: 11 days!&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel the tension now, you know seeing Sanquin dance is already a threat, like what more Groovy Nuts or Juying?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind! GO ESTELLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass today with mariel, then it was to RK's.&lt;br /&gt;I'M MISSING YOU BABE TOO!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, and yes apparently I pinned up my bangs, because I decided to be cool and obedient.&lt;br /&gt;Mariel makes me so relaxed, you know I dont feel the mighty amount of stress when I'm with her. Like the world's stop revolving, hahaha, lousy analogy, but ya.&lt;br /&gt;Nut's been so out lately, like she's emotionless.&lt;br /&gt;STAY STRONG BABE! STATIC'S SO FINE, YOU'RE GONNA BLOW MY MIND!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE PEWWWWW! HAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to help Janet's group!&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm gonna rush this entry today, cause someone's waiting to read it&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-167340508716015010?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/167340508716015010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=167340508716015010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/167340508716015010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/167340508716015010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/fly-me-to-moon-and-let-me-play-among.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5196710453603940744</id><published>2008-02-29T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:02.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning dearest blogger! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up pretty early today, I swear Ru Hui and I are just fated! We woke up at the same time, haha and you know we wanted to call each other but we were afraid that one of us was still sleeping, so perhaps you could say we spent the whole time waiting for the appropriate time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHH! She broke the silence first, :D manifesto! She called me and we had a good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna miss her yo. She's going for the lenten camp thing, for the weekend,which means no calls ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRAHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I've yet to post about Wednesday right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dancers were invited to watch the Giselle Dance Appreciation thing thing at the Esplanade, so Ru, Bel, Anne, Lyn and I went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got cheated. The show was blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an &lt;em&gt;appreciation, &lt;/em&gt;which means that it was only about a speaker talking about the whole story of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were sleeping inside the concert hall. HAHA! Fariha was sleeping in a funny manner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the show ended, phew! We went outside to camwhore for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay okay, so we approach this man to help us take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thought that anne's phone camera was the manual one so he put his eyes super near the phone, then we laughed and we told him it didnt work that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he turned the phone around, haha, so the camera lens was taking his face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he said 1,2,3 his eyes was SUPER BIG on the LCD screen, we laughed like crazy, I think he felt pretty malu :X HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172599229632549586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R8jDl_-1EtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GF-UhrTAzBs/s320/DSC00687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172599422906077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R8jDxP-1EuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ksXd_JPwfY8/s320/DSC00686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyn's mummy fetched to Toa Payoh, where we went to Anne's house to laze around for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity her teddy, you know she caresses her teddy in the sick and phaedophilic (sp?) way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172600535302607602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="81" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R8jEx_-1EvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zIl8hBlV4u4/s320/DSC00689.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, I'm gonna go for the Shine Jesus Shine rally with Alex, Audrey and Nut, hopefully more people attend it, it'll be more fun that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor mar, get well soon too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's back to the weekends baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5196710453603940744?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5196710453603940744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5196710453603940744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5196710453603940744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5196710453603940744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning-dearest-blogger-d-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R8jDl_-1EtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GF-UhrTAzBs/s72-c/DSC00687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-7009926529631054502</id><published>2008-02-28T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:42:26.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's say, Good afternoon blogger?&lt;br /&gt;It's 5, and we're in the middle of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm still having a sore throat and a fever, they can't seem to get away can they?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I skipped classes today as instructed by mummy.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to watch a few movies which she got me, hmmm..Material Girls, Bring It On 4, Because I Said So.&lt;br /&gt;I was just blog galivanting, haha Stephen eventually blogged his ever so long post as promised, and Bryan got himself a blog too :D Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's always interesting to read posts from a guy's perspective, it tells you things about their personality.&lt;br /&gt;and IT ALWAYS MAKES ME LAUGH, haha like how they express themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Step Up 2's coming to theatre's on the 13 March, I can't wait to catch it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested to come along with me? :D&lt;br /&gt;A little company would make it more enjoyable right!&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that my friends from India, remember I went that last year, yeah yeah those people I've met, yup they're coming in July! That's wonderful news, I'm so excited like I can't wait to show them how my school's like, how Singapore's different from Bangalore, introduce my friends to them!&lt;br /&gt;I know, you may laugh, but deal with it :D&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S JUST ME, ESTELLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, I'm not sure what else to post so, thats all for today!&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck for tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7009926529631054502?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7009926529631054502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7009926529631054502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7009926529631054502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7009926529631054502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-say-good-afternoon-blogger-its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-7160335803900962223</id><published>2008-02-26T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T06:16:24.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO MAMAS;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have scared all of you with my ''oh-so-emo'' posts yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I'm so sorry, melancholy was in the air then!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much yall for showing the love, especially nut &amp;amp; mar :D&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it a lot! like really a lot!&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that Estee sounds quite cool, it seems like some brand.&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! Estee Lauder :D Haha yay, I got it right.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm back to what I am.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my sore throat got worst, I totally lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Best part was, I actually went for the G.Leadership hike thing at MacRitchie.&lt;br /&gt;we walked all the way from there to Bukit Timah Nature Reserve's Summit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having this phobia of that place now, it freaks me, we walked for 5 hours non-stop,&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..since 8-2? okay that's more than 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it, pretty fun talking to Macho all the way frm the start, him eavesdropping on my conversation with Ru. Hahaha! 3,2,1 , Action * say in a gay voice*&lt;br /&gt;that was our group's cheer. retarded I know.&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, we saw some Cath High guys , and these other students from I dont know which school. Typical IJ girls would wanna go check it out right! Haha, that's what makes it so fun to be an IJ Girl! Talking about schools, I didn't attend the Open Symp. @ SOTA today, I was sick and Mummy didn't wanna pangseh me :D So we decided to go for the 5 April one.&lt;br /&gt;Back to where I was, we had a cool debrief in class, and then it was off for me to run my errands.&lt;br /&gt;I had to find Mrs Zailee to collect the Giselle tickets, find Ms Tan for the lent consent form, see Mr Leonard after debrief, and attend Danceworks (:&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of things happening tomorrow, Giselle! It's a dance performance at Esplanade, I'm going with Ru, Nut, Jelly and Lyn.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I've been given the honour to cover English lessons tomorrow about Debate structures from Mr Leonard. I'm pretty excited, you know it's Debate week!&lt;br /&gt;But, MY VOICE AIN'T GOOD AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the pictures soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sneezing world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-7160335803900962223?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7160335803900962223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=7160335803900962223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7160335803900962223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/7160335803900962223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-mamas-i-think-i-must-have-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4255079201808169</id><published>2008-02-25T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:17:47.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know there are a million things going through my mind now, how I wish blogger could just read them all out and save me the effort of typing it all out here.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's face it. I'm being emotional now.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks real bad, I'm sick and I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;Where is everybody?&lt;br /&gt;Where am I? What am I doing? What is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Inside me now, I feel anger, I don't know why. I think I'm angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;like what is it that I want? Who do I live for?&lt;br /&gt;It's like being kept in this superficial world, where my answers are given to me like a silver spoon in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says, live for your parents, live for yourself, live for your friends.&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;Really, do I have to be all that to be normal?&lt;br /&gt;Like what on earth am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Those small hints have come in small ways, telling me that I'm seeking for a &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people even love me? No no no no no no.&lt;br /&gt;regardless of what I do, it'll always be '' we/I love you, no matter what! Stay strong Estelle!''&lt;br /&gt;Strong? Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;that word seems powerful to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it man. It's gone, it's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm no more the old ME, I'm the new ME.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT, THIS SUCKS, IT'S AWFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4255079201808169?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4255079201808169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4255079201808169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4255079201808169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4255079201808169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-there-are-million-things-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1846452670839635290</id><published>2008-02-25T01:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:11:49.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST SCREW MY BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1846452670839635290?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1846452670839635290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1846452670839635290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1846452670839635290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1846452670839635290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-screw-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5988375197291071649</id><published>2008-02-17T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T05:29:21.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby's back to visit me again. I hate the symptoms, all the cramp and mood swings ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;especially since there's dance tomorrow and on tues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cath class today was pretty boring, I didn't quite understand the video about the priest preaching, so when people laughed I laughed. The only thing I could absorb was '' God is Love!'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nut, just would like to let you know that no matter how many people who hate you, the llamas, and me will ALWAYS LOVE YOU! You're so dear to each one of us, it pains us to see you like that okay :D Be happy, for me at least alright (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, we had lunch at macs again, hahaha it's like the only place which is air-conditioned and economical. We've been talking about how we shouldn't go to macs always, but still we keep going there every sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gift bearers today was so much more enriching and interesting. I learnt a new term!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jenny-flect ( sp? ) HAHA, sorry I dont know how to spell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When your right leg kneels down, thats called the Jenny-flect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hahaha, shawn wong came to train us, it's pretty scary that he is so disciplined and organised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went into the sacristy and saw some wacky pictures of the altar boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I realised that it takes so much to be an altar boy, like you know the blog reflects how organised they are, and they even have the de-merit points system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was suppose to study after I got home, but I ended up taking a nap because I was sooo tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Before that I was emo-ing. Funny huh? Estelle being emo. like no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nah yes way luh, everything's been happening so fast lately, tht it hits you between the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;slowly, I read all the lovely letters that the llamas wrote me, I've been there for everyone, but have I been there for myself? That sorts of scare me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've been running away from all my responsibilities in life, keeping them out of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thinking that it'll be, &lt;em&gt;out of sight, out of mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess I was just stupid and silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ohs whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5988375197291071649?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5988375197291071649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5988375197291071649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5988375197291071649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5988375197291071649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/babys-back-to-visit-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5171645332781582130</id><published>2008-02-16T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T09:30:57.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yellow to everyone! I haven't been posting lately, ahhh can't afford much time to blog about life. Apparently I've gotta be more specific, according to Ms Mariel Chee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, i'll try my best alright :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and so this week's the valentine's week, pretty cool, there was total defence day too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll start with Valentine's Day itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was the day where I practically went cuckoo, I had too many things to do at one shot, and being the un-organised me, flopped everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had to share my reflections and do a prayer on the N.E message in front of the whole school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LOVE THE PRESENTING, &lt;strong&gt;hate &lt;/strong&gt;the writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know I wasn't suppose to do the prayer thing, then the girl who was suppose to do it came late and pang seh me 3 mins before assembly started. Ms Mara made me say the prayer of st francis song as a prayer. It was like this '' Today, I would like to share with you a PEACE prayer, make me a channel of your peace....'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, the school's reaction was super funny from my bird's eye view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They were like '' Why in the world is this girl, reciting a hymn as a prayer?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reason :Dude, I didn't prepare for anything :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OKAY OKAY, the reflection was messed up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the teacher's thought that I was very good, even when I went to the toilet and met Mrs Matthews there, she felt that I was excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I guess I should feel great too? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, we also had the class photoshoot, in which I had to change into my council uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somehow, the uniform makes my upper torso look really wider than normal, I don't know why. Guess what, I went to 6 people asking them if they knew how to tie a tie. But they didn't so in the end I asked the photographer to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's why, this has been my new goal for the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning how to tie a tie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because, from my perspective luh, next time my husband goes to work, and I don't know how to tie a tie, then that's pretty sad. My husband won't love me as much as if I knew how to do it for him. HAHAHA! Don't laugh at me okay, I'm serious serious (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After photoshoot, I rushed down to the council room to deliver flowers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was delivering it to 4/7, FLOWERS FOR MY VALENTINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ahhhh, so nice so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ANYWAYS, this year I broke last year's record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I received the most flowers, cards and other stuffs from lovely people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8 people sent me roses to my class, HAHA, and then one of them was like this anonymous person who called herself XOXO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, dearest xoxo, if you are reading this now, I thank you for the lovely flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but please tell me who you are so that I'll remember you too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then I got a bouquet of flowers from someone else. ssshhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and loads of touching letters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After school, Mel, Janet, Ru and I went for lunch at pizza hut. HAHAHAHA super high there luh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ru was suppose to be my valentine, and then vice versa for Mel &amp;amp; Janet, so we were on double dates :D AHH so fun so fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEN THEN THEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ru &amp;amp; I went to the toilet, but there was only 1 cubicle. We started fighting about who should go in first, and compared who needed it more, and we were laughing as we were fighting, that one pizza hut lady who wanted to come in, thought we were lesbians and she quickly said sorry and closed the door. HAHAHAHAHA. Quite retarded luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We wanted to watch P.S I Love You, but I gues it'll jst be over-rated on Vday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WE DECIDED TO BE CARING FRIENDS, and gave a surprise visit to the poor lyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She's down with tonsil-ly-tis ( sp? ) , much better now after the injection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We sort of caught her red-handed, cause when we were at the gate of her house she was still on the phone, so we started asking if she was talking to Marcus, but that dodo girl denied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAH! Then when we were going upstairs to her room, Janet saw Lyn's phone, the conversation with Marcus had not ended yet, like she didn't press the end call button thing properly, he heard everything that we said luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know if I were Lyn, I would be really embarassed, haha getting caught red-handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We watched the suite life of zack and cody in her room, camwhored a bit too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I felt like attending mass, so I went for mass :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was a little late, saw the whole merbrothers clique, plus wonderful ALEX! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it was her grandmama's death aniv. , quite cool to die on vday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;met mummy for dinner at sushi tei :D binging session again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH GOSH, see my posts is damn long ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;15/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's Total Defence Day! :D This post I have to summarise cannot be specific, if not poor you who's reading it. Okay okay, so there was the siren thing at 12, the whole school gathered at the court, only to find out that 2 girls were kidnapped! *dang dang dang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who were the 2 girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA. Janet &amp;amp; me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we were hiding in the chapel, as instructed to, we weren't allowed to say anything even if someone found us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We sorta got excited and decided to be a bit drama and make it more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So you know the pews were in a row, both of us lied down at the part where u know you kneel, then our heads were the only thing that could be seen when you entered the chapel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mag low and some other teacher came in only to be shocked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I swear they went hysterical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'' Oh my goodness! A girl has fainted! OH MY GOODNESS, there's another one! Call the teachers!'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I REALLY WANTED TO LAUGH AT THAT TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;soon they found out it was for TDD, and had a good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;went for stations of the cross, after dance with mar &amp;amp; alex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;16/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blessing of my home. Father Leo came to my house to have mass, and bless the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something I do every year, post cny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;everyone came to my house. binging session again on those yummy stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We were all suppose to go for Chingay tonight, but I was tired so I passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I slept from 4 something all the way till 11.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Imagine how tired can I be to sleep that long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm working on the llamas &amp;amp; m.brothers' vday cards for tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cath again! love it to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5171645332781582130?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5171645332781582130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5171645332781582130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5171645332781582130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5171645332781582130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/yellow-to-everyone-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8961574928442342535</id><published>2008-02-11T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:02:32.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Light Skin, Dark Skin, My Asian Persuasion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning blogger and to you who's reading this now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beat up tired tired, haha because I came back pretty late from CHIJMES on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were super heavy during history class, I practically slept throughout. That pretty&lt;br /&gt;much happened for the next few lessons, but I already learnt the stuff tht the teachers were&lt;br /&gt;teaching so it's okay! Perked up after recess, gotta work on this reflection thing for the NE message, which I would have to share with the school on thurs a.k.a Valentine's Day! I totally forgot about the Hip Hop item for Dance night until like the later part of the day when I read the notice. Oh! Sec 1's audition results were out already, like some bimbo like that. Sequelled so loudly and made a big scene in front of the dance board. =.=''&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to happy things :D Some of the juniors attended the prac too. YAY! We learnt a bit of steps from Sanquin which I think is really cool!&lt;br /&gt;I like the pump up part, hahaa I guess only Nut understands that part :D&lt;br /&gt;it's almost 1 mth to danceworks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;There's Literature CT today, it was good :D there's dance again later, kill me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm under the Dance Prac monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, that's so history. I changed it from Dutch Trade monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to figure out the way everyone in my class does of solving the rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearly there! I'll show it to you guys someday! HAHAHA, it's not geeky okay :D&lt;br /&gt;Day after tomorrow is Valentine's DAY! YAY! Let's hope all good things happen to everyone on this day! HAHA, you know I sort of can anticipate what might happen to ''someone''.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'm right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8961574928442342535?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8961574928442342535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8961574928442342535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8961574928442342535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8961574928442342535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/light-skin-dark-skin-my-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3951990341893215110</id><published>2008-02-10T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:38:08.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, cath was pretty fun today, no lessons planned for us, WHOO! It was a mini CNY partaye :D&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to socialise, but it's so hard to socialise with people with poor attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example of what happened when I approached Paul ( Aunty Vivian's son ),&lt;br /&gt;he seriously gave me the laughter of my life. All I asked was what his name was, and he just ignored me and stuck 2 pathetic twisties into his mouth and rolled his eyes. HAHA, even when maryanne asked the second time he did the same thing. Oh, why do they even have such males around in this world? The Mer brothers are far better than him, now that I've compared.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, heaven &amp;amp; hell. When everything ended, I had the usual date with Mar for lunch, and she told me about how a dog bit her mouth once which left a scar there, hahahaha, I was amused.&lt;br /&gt;Walked her up for her Gift Bearer's comm meeting, the sun was scorching hot. Hate those Sunday heat!&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping for Valentine's Day gifts, luckily I made a list, makes it so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many people this yr, whom I have to give smth to, for Vday.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that I can't celebrate it until the evening due to dance ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to go back to school yet! D:&lt;br /&gt;anyone mind to bring me somewhere else? where there's only laughter &amp;amp; happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should count my blessings, lately people around me have been suffering from misery.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to reach out them and do the best I can to help them in any way, but I'm at a loss too. Perhaps, god could offer me some guidance in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But thank god for giving me wonderful friends, MARIEL, NUT and RU.&lt;br /&gt;You guys really mean the world to me, just would like to let u know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can scold me after reading what I'm about to type. Me, Estelle, is going out to CHIJMES later on to have dinner and chill with some special people, on a Sunday night which happens that the following day is a Monday! She will maybe be back home quite late.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH. I better go now, haven't made the reservations yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3951990341893215110?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3951990341893215110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3951990341893215110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3951990341893215110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3951990341893215110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay-cath-was-pretty-fun-today-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5960102418877849589</id><published>2008-02-09T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:03.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;hearts all over the whole tonight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good afternoon blogger :D How has your New Year been? You too? Me too! I enjoyed myself, did you receive any red packets? Ahhhh..I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA, okay back to proper stuff. I'm back from msia, pretty much missed everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually just more of RUJANMARNUTDREY. Got lots of ang bao but the amount decreased by a bit, but who cares? It's the thought that counts! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The celeb was the most high and comical one, we had this game where the females had to dress the males to become '' hot'' models, hahaa, the results came out really hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll show you the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164911897869741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R610AZi27eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wIoJ_jC-gfY/s320/P2080214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group 1 - The '' Fruit'' Addict&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164913293734112754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R611Rpi27fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QY1N1FOfI5I/s320/P2080215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group 2: The '' Groovy ''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164916729707949570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R614Zpi27gI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3S6ID-jL-8o/s320/P2080216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group 3: The ''Bananas''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHA, like what kind of name is that? I was laughing like crazy throughout the whole program.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was just roaming around people's blog, when I came across the Altar Servers'. The Flickr photos were very cute and so unlike them, oh well they were only 11 then :D Maryanne, I really want to be an altar boy! So that when I serve masses, I can have a ''WHOO!'' session myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time for me to exercise, all that cny titbits and goodies, made me binge so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TO VALENTINE'S DAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;only.....4 days left! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll go shopping for vday stuff tomorrow, a whole long list goes on and on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5960102418877849589?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5960102418877849589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5960102418877849589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5960102418877849589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5960102418877849589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/hearts-all-over-whole-tonight-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R610AZi27eI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wIoJ_jC-gfY/s72-c/P2080214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-6886546763080293312</id><published>2008-02-06T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:03.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R6qodin6wfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fXkL3-aPjVI/s1600-h/P2070156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164125148197601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R6qodin6wfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fXkL3-aPjVI/s320/P2070156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let's welcome the year of the rat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;the long awaited CNY has finally arrived, after all the hectic spring cleaning I've finally made my room clean, thanks to mummy's unfailing nags. :D Everyone's at my house now, but I'm feeling super stoned. YAY! Can't wait to go to Malaysia later to celeb with Mum's side. The plans are super exciting! The theme for the dinner is Grease Lightning, super funky! I'll snap more pics and upload them kay! Invited Janet, Ru, Bel, Mar and everyone to visit me on sunday ( cny ) I THINK IT'S AWESOME! HAHA. Never tried it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;catch ya later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-6886546763080293312?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6886546763080293312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=6886546763080293312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6886546763080293312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/6886546763080293312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-lunar-new-year-lets-welcome-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R6qodin6wfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fXkL3-aPjVI/s72-c/P2070156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-8692591030540209175</id><published>2008-02-05T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:32:42.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am very lazy to blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Everything went on cool today, after school stuff was more interesting than lessons, like a 100%. Ru and Bel stayed back with me for Stomp! first, haha eventually we had a very long delightful sushi time that we came bk late for the meeting. Saw Isabel [ the other one ], at the traffic light, hahahah she said the meeting ended already luh. Dumm dumm, she asked Ru &amp;amp; I to do CIP with her, which is to perform. Yup, sounds quite interesting. Anyways, went back for danceworks, I AM INSANELY STRESSED. Looking at how the seniors are doing, having all the attitude and style makes me worried. Apparently, Estelle is the only Sec 2 there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My goal: To attain/adapt ''the'' style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;rushed home after that for mass, ended up late again! mass was just normal, I was the only one high at tht point of time. Lalala, mariel wanted to go the parky, but it was 9 plus already so we ditched the ideaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Funny mummy, decided she wanted to go to Bishan to get some more thing things for CNY, so I tagged along. It was really crowded, everyone was just practically frantic about buying their things, hahaha , last min shopping does tht to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YAY! It's CNY celebrations tmoro, supposed to be ironic with Ru and wear the same top, but it's so hard to find red razers these days. Finally a day to camwhore :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just said I was lazy but I blogged so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Contradiction, ESTELLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8692591030540209175?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8692591030540209175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8692591030540209175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8692591030540209175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8692591030540209175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-very-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-5582791616743917069</id><published>2008-02-04T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T03:22:07.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;perhaps perhaps perhaps;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mass was simply hilarious with Clarice and Mariel, I swear it was my first time making so much noise throughout the whole thing, playing with Mariel's hair is super cool :D Haha, we laughed at the most ridiculous stuff luh. What, if she had a crush on Bryan or smth. Cath after that, little bitsy bit of camwhoring sess in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next, to Coffee Bean with Audrey and Marmar, ultra sinful the mudpie, we chatted while the rain outside splattered, rhyming eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Went to Mariel's house after that, super fascinated with her room, so much things to explore. She showed me everything that I wanted to see, I'll take it as I was very lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OH OH! Then there was this picture of her family with her mummy's boss's family, and I thought this red coloured old lady was her mother. I'm so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MARIEL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;talked about how worrying it is to think of what would become of us, if we actually fought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was to Grandma's house next, super boring had to send the goodies mummy bought for her there. MUMMY BOUGHT A NEW TV! HOORAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Geog test was awesome! I'm very satisfied with the answers I gave. Had this dialogue with the principal, found out some cool issues. Danceworks after that was ultra tiring, and I have to adapt a style, according to ninabanana. It's quite true though, I've been concentrating on getting the steps right, that I neglected the showmanship part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ru gave me a really great letter this morning, it sorta made my day. LOVE YOU RU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just read Mariel's blog, I always am happy after reading it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Especially since the last entry, my name was there 5 times. HAHA, crazy I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thats me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wednesday, we've decided to be ironic, we're gonna be Cheena twins. Both Ru &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We're gonna wear the same red stuff, and be walking 'ang baos'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tonight's my family's reunion dinner, but I'm quite full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, science CT moro, so tata :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-5582791616743917069?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5582791616743917069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=5582791616743917069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5582791616743917069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/5582791616743917069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/perhaps-perhaps-perhaps-yesterday-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8938850704252704803</id><published>2008-02-02T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T09:20:15.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So I lay my head back down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;and so I woke up super early this morning at around 9 plus, considered quite early for a Saturday morning, anyways to attend the council meeting. There's this South Cluster Camp thing with I think all the IJ's Primary school, and I'm suppose to facilitate a group. Oh wells, spent the whole time writing minutes and listening. After that went home to change, because Mummy wanted to go last minute CNY shopping ;D it perks me up luh, after so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When we were having lunchy there, mummy suddenly got an important meeting she had to attend, so she left the poor me all alone at bugis to shop for my stuff. But it wasn't that bad, I'm very surprised myself, I actually walked the whole of bugis village and bhg. YAY! Very satisfied with what I bought today, I got a really nice nice dress, tights, flats, tops and earrings. So cool so cool! My leg's hurt like mad now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not really looking forward to cath class as much as I did before, probably it's just fatigue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But the focal point is seeing the llamas again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Miss them so so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;suppose to show audrey and mariel the 2007's yearbook, haha which I look pretty weird in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Valentine's Day's coming, gotta start planning all the gifts and cards soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTFELT LOVE AND THANK YOUS TO RU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;your phonecall made so much difference to my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's so easy to speak to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;always so thoughtful ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8938850704252704803?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8938850704252704803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8938850704252704803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8938850704252704803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8938850704252704803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-lay-my-head-back-down-and-i-lift.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-3932437871826425454</id><published>2008-02-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:57:36.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO TO THE WORLD AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm finally blogging after so long ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just came bk from dance pracs, as tiring as ever but extremely fruitful. So exciting! 6 weeks more to Danceworks! Met Bryan in the bussy, hahaha and talked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've realised that I haven't done anything much for myself lately, my life's revolving around basically on school, friends, dance, council and more projects. It's starting to get quite sickening, thanks to Mariel and Ru, what would I be without you? HAHA! YAY! Rhyming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Details for Danceworks are out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Date: 15 March 2008 ( Saturday ) YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Venue: Grand Cathay ( Beside PS &amp;amp; SOTA ;D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Time: 9 plus plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The group to watch out for: SAGE! ( my group!) STATIC! ( Nut's Group ) SANQUIN! ( Hakim's group )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Come and check us out if you guys are free on that day kay ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna go bath now so ciao darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHA, to the sjiprefect, a big HELLO TO YOU:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-3932437871826425454?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3932437871826425454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=3932437871826425454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3932437871826425454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/3932437871826425454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-to-world-again-im-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-81785272926378991</id><published>2008-01-25T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:33:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;You're so sweet ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Basically, I attended the SCGS's investiture today, along with Seraphina, Sabrina and Marilyn. We were pretty rushed, class ended late and we had to bath and get dressed in our smart smart uniform :D I was pretty excited to wear the blazer and the shoes, I think they're really cool, it was our first time wearing it since we got elected. Anyways, when we reached they seated us in a very weird manner. I was separated from the rest, and offered a seat next to Hwa Chong &amp;amp; Beatty. I'm impressed with SCGS's mini performance, very well rehearsed. They included some songs like Jenny &amp;amp; Big girls dont cry, everyone laughed at their creativity. I was laughing throughout the whole thing, because the Hwa Chong guys were making a lot of excessive comments that were just retarded. Haha, I finally believe the strong bonding between the SJI &amp;amp; IJ Family. The SJI guys were just hilarious, when we entered the side gate, they started saying '' Oooo..IJ Girls, we like, hot hot hot man'' HAHAHA, initially we didnt hear them until they shouted HEY IJ! I could laugh my head off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hooray! Mummy's coming tomorrow, finally. I miss my best friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159391965388390866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R5nXqCn6wdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XnooVTOC3uY/s320/scgs+invest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159393365547729378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R5nY7in6weI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VWlBbHueRIY/s320/Smart+much.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-81785272926378991?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/81785272926378991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=81785272926378991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/81785272926378991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/81785272926378991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-so-sweet-d-basically-i-attended.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XGS9_TrtyqI/R5nXqCn6wdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XnooVTOC3uY/s72-c/scgs+invest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298750415558522737.post-2201268789273172726</id><published>2008-01-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:38:50.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance comm meeting was super fun I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All the agenda was so exciting! Haha, all the plans for the year, gosh super busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's Danceworks, Dance Night, DancerMania &amp;amp; SYF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;anyways, we were laughing like crazy throughout the whole thing, that nut's lenses actually fell out. HAHA, oh oh then we were looking through the name list, there was this 3 people called, Jothi, Visha &amp;amp; Gowri, haha we were like who in the world is this? Ru said they are the indian version of the Fu Lu Shou's. Super retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After comm meeting, went with Arielle and Ru Hui to get some sushi since we were really hungry. Mmmm..it was good! Half way home, Mar smsed me asking me where I was, it sorta frightened me a bit cause I thought she saw me somewhere. ( Ssssshhh, she doesnt know ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Only to find out that she was in TP also, I took 73 somemore &amp;amp; missed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mummy called, she said she has bought a 2 luggage load of things for me in HK &amp;amp; Shenzhen, seems very exaggerating, but ya we'll just find out on friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm having a craving for sushi again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-2201268789273172726?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2201268789273172726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=2201268789273172726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2201268789273172726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/2201268789273172726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/dance-comm-meeting-was-super-fun-i-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4931192901278228980</id><published>2008-01-21T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:47:11.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happiness is a choice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this was what Grace told me yesterday, which caught my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm sick now, suffering from sore throat and cough. Didn't attend school today, but I'll have to go back later for Dance Ex'Co meeting. Everyone seems to be getting sick these days, Lyn's sick too, same case as me ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somehow the world is changing, couples just break up when they feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it's no more the old fashioned romance already, where the whole process ends with a starting a new family.  Couple of the Year 2007, have officially broken up. It's sad, how she moves on so fast, from lovey dovey to nothing at all. Max sounds really upset about the big blow through the sms, poor you ): Wish I could do something to help. Tomorrow would be a better day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love is selfish, but somehow you've gotta love someone someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Circumstances has forced me to mature now. I've been thinking and thinking these days, how stupid I was and all the mistakes I've made so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry if you gotta read these stupid posts, I can't seem to speak logically now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that's a fact I just realised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4931192901278228980?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4931192901278228980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4931192901278228980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4931192901278228980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4931192901278228980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/happiness-is-choice-this-was-what-grace.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-4446124836106071600</id><published>2008-01-17T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:10:55.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;she was just so unbelievably incredible;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;and so I was talking to Mummy about auditioning for SOTA, haha I was expecting a no for an answer, but to my great surprise she was totally okay with it. Mummy was like '' Really? That's quite a pretty good idea, when is the auditions? Need my help with it? '' I was seriously flabbergasted. I asked and asked again if she was for sure haha until she got pretty irritated, she just rolled her eyes. It's hard to imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyways, it's Joyce's wedding today, in JB so I pon school to attend it, not my idea, it's mum's :D Tomorrow's CCA orientation! Dance dance, debate debate project work work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Awww, mum's going to leave for HK tonight, so unfair I want to go also, it's like she's going to 3 places, shopping heaven some more. Hong Kong, Shenzhen [ not really shopping heaven ], Bangkok!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Congrats Mariel! You're really fast luh, only 1 day plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can't wait for sunday, tues &amp;amp; friday :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumm rweee roooo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-4446124836106071600?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4446124836106071600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=4446124836106071600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4446124836106071600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/4446124836106071600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/she-was-just-so-unbelievably-incredible.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-1290642026327236589</id><published>2008-01-16T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T05:12:30.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think nobody knows; Nobody knows no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Home. E was extremely fun today.we did this Roti Jala thing, the thing to make it was like those toys I used to play masak masak with :D Went to Novena for EP project, to interview 2 of Lyn's friend, John &amp;amp; Darryl about BGR. HAHA, it was super stoned and I ended up getting a little pissed, just a tiny weeny bit. After the tomato twins [ they were wearing the same shirt] went back, we went to get Gelato, finally something goody good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;now I'm here in my room, feeling all toot out. Dumm dweee dooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Mariel jst went offline, no more dumb blonde jokes from her, awww ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;hahaha, pon dance &amp;amp; debate today, naughty estelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;LALALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Gosh! I'm down for Meet-The-Principal session on Monday, haha I think it's so exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe it's like a forumm, hmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;YUP! :D pledge &amp;amp; announcement duty again tomorrow.RAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-1290642026327236589?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1290642026327236589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=1290642026327236589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1290642026327236589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/1290642026327236589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-nobody-knows-nobody-knows-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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-2298750415558522737.post-8857001420149822242</id><published>2008-01-15T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:27:24.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;love yourself; love your girlfriends, more than your boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Just got off the phone with Mariel. Thank goodness she sounds fine now. It makes me very sad to see her so sad and disappointed, I wish I could do so much more to make her feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To Mariel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you need anything, sms/call me okay :D I'm mobile, so my hotline's 24 hrs, I'll be there when you need the long conversations to keep your mind of him. I think you're really great, and you dont have to be humiliated about those issues. Everyone ( Moo Moo Llamas ),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;love love love love you a lot, so don't think too much. Doesn't matter what others think,so as long as you can answer to yourself, who cares about them. It's fine to be emo, and it's fine to be disappointed. Don't be sorry for having Nut &amp;amp; I read your post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Always here for you kay:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Oh yeah, pledge &amp;amp; announcement went great, just a little errors here and there. Auditions for Dance Night Jazz piece, HAHA I totally just screwed up when it was showcase. Didn't get in, but ain't sad at all, cause it ain't my utmost piority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sincere congrats to Anne, Ru Hui &amp;amp; Julvian for making it through this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;as for Daphne and Christabel, there are other elephants in the forest, haha like we said!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm so tired now, time to sleep (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2298750415558522737-8857001420149822242?l=psss-stelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8857001420149822242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2298750415558522737&amp;postID=8857001420149822242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8857001420149822242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298750415558522737/posts/default/8857001420149822242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psss-stelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-yourself-love-your-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>Stelleykaboomy(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02021081598854860854</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>
