<?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-5988791</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:10:00.205-12:00</updated><title type='text'>screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you*</title><subtitle type='html'>so when the time comes i'll take you away*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107564843982274988</id><published>2004-02-01T03:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T03:16:16.046-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed blog. if ya know the add dont link me. if ya wanna know ask me. i might tell you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107564843982274988?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107564843982274988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107564843982274988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107564843982274988' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107451794827625021</id><published>2004-01-19T01:12:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T01:14:26.496-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh! heyy yall! havnt updated in awhile..&lt;br /&gt;camp was alright la...not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;nic tan was in my group so at least it was fun-ner.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin really interesting happened la..&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;school's been going ok.&lt;br /&gt;dassit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jump          for my loove]*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107451794827625021?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107451794827625021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107451794827625021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451794827625021' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107357043069846114</id><published>2004-01-08T02:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T02:00:50.836-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the name of pantyhose.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT is my mother going beserk for?&lt;br /&gt;jeezusholyCRAP.&lt;br /&gt;now she's shouting at my sister.&lt;br /&gt;its the kinda thing that will cost me a hundred punds in therapy fees later in life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm soon gona be packaged n shipped off to blachan land.&lt;br /&gt;dammit n im getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great way to start the new year of schoo.&lt;br /&gt;study harder?&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107357043069846114?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107357043069846114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107357043069846114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107357043069846114' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107320616656717731</id><published>2004-01-03T20:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:49:44.860-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school's started..IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;have to start studying again.&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;least my class doesnt suck all that much.&lt;br /&gt;not counting how i had to go to school looking like a complete DORK.&lt;br /&gt;damn my belt was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town watched ju on2.&lt;br /&gt;fucker show.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at seven-ish..&lt;br /&gt;maaaan...&lt;br /&gt;marcus n daryll came over..(with KEVIN)&lt;br /&gt;daaamn. was entertaining dem with mmy cool silver hat.&lt;br /&gt;iliike.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went tanning today..&lt;br /&gt;didnt get every tanned.&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;haha...at least swam quite a bit..&lt;br /&gt;which is good..&lt;br /&gt;considering how i was a cat for the last...year maybe?&lt;br /&gt;maaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pravins being a JACKASS.&lt;br /&gt;cal.&lt;br /&gt;SCREWUP.&lt;br /&gt;i haaaaate you!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;bleeaah.&lt;br /&gt;daaamn.&lt;br /&gt;humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missyouumissyouumissyouu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107320616656717731?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107320616656717731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107320616656717731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107320616656717731' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107279630378102733</id><published>2003-12-30T02:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:59:17.573-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy! haha&lt;br /&gt;so i just came home from dance trng..&lt;br /&gt;god, hurt my ankle and these people can still nicely make me.&lt;br /&gt;corrupted i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home at like..10.30 pluss..&lt;br /&gt;no more late nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..messaging chrissss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bills are gona be real high tis month..&lt;br /&gt;wonder what mum's gon do.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;cant help it laa((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh. woke up this morning a &lt;b&gt;pissed&lt;/b&gt; cockatoo.&lt;br /&gt;my idiot cousin calls to talk to my sister at like..8?&lt;br /&gt;then she calls AGAIN at 8.10&lt;br /&gt;and every 10 minutes after til my sis wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;thus, ended in me bad mooding.&lt;br /&gt;goodgod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished the pictures fer my roomm..&lt;br /&gt;style laa..&lt;br /&gt;cant freckin believe i did it myself.&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;mum's yelling her head off at thechicka.&lt;br /&gt;iwillnotgetinvolved.iwillnotgetinvolved.&lt;br /&gt;be chillin((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was shit todayy..&lt;br /&gt;couldnt do lotsa thinggs..&lt;br /&gt;gonna soon...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;cess was going beserk!&lt;br /&gt;goodgod woman! its not like its broken...!&lt;br /&gt;MAAAAAN.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i still love ya pookie.&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt; i seem to be having these weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;happens you were in &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107279630378102733?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107279630378102733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107279630378102733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279630378102733' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107268415334713516</id><published>2003-12-28T19:49:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:59:34.010-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rooooarg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107268415334713516?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107268415334713516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107268415334713516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268415334713516' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107261341733082429</id><published>2003-12-28T00:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T00:10:34.413-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh well.&lt;br /&gt;this year passed...well.&lt;br /&gt;shit christmas.&lt;br /&gt;hold my breath whenever christmas comes.&lt;br /&gt;yea i like the presents..money..holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incessant fuckers running all over the place corrupting singapore.&lt;br /&gt;i could do without.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;add a birthday i got grounded on.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS 1 day after the merry day getting a sprained ankle.&lt;br /&gt;ON the day i was supposed to go to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;christmas stinks, sucks as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all just drown tess in the big blue, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting in 5 days..&lt;br /&gt;the day ive been dreading for like...ever.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, im finally sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;cant follow the fucking peeps gon be seniors.&lt;br /&gt;could be me.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, its me.&lt;br /&gt;cockadoodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home with a sprained ankle.&lt;br /&gt;this is good.&lt;br /&gt;should have broken it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that would provide pat n kev with some &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; amusement.&lt;br /&gt;my FOOT seemed to be the centre of attention to their deprived minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;went to joce's merry day party.&lt;br /&gt;had a jolly of a time there.&lt;br /&gt;playing some weirdass card game, mafia or something lidat.?&lt;br /&gt;making racist comments bout chinese, malays, indians.&lt;br /&gt;hypocrites, we are ah?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;all inspired by the &lt;b&gt;wonderful&lt;/b&gt; cat class helper &lt;br /&gt;pravin maniam goonaselam mathani sathapen whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all just slacking around coming to the end of it.&lt;br /&gt;talking to statues.&lt;br /&gt;thats when the vodka absolut currant came.&lt;br /&gt;stoned, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe we're all just fulla shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP was going gaga over winning a game of cards.&lt;br /&gt;with some lame shit lorda tha rings cards.&lt;br /&gt;cracked us up..&lt;br /&gt;PRAV was just babbling bout some scary story..&lt;br /&gt;dat wadnt any scary.&lt;br /&gt;cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;JULIA got as red as a god damned tomato after two shots. haha..&lt;br /&gt;poor chika.&lt;br /&gt;cracked us up.&lt;br /&gt;BEKI&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha. she told prav he was a racist.&lt;br /&gt;but she said it in some weird ass voice.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much scared the shit outta us.&lt;br /&gt;then cracked us up later.&lt;br /&gt;PAEAN. was going psycho over pravin breaking his guitar strings cause he was chinese. HOI.&lt;br /&gt;how can you blame the guy?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...pretty much an ok night.&lt;br /&gt;life would be much better if i got my fucking leg back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107261341733082429?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107261341733082429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107261341733082429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107261341733082429' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107183727458325172</id><published>2003-12-19T00:34:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T00:34:48.960-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my birthday didnt really go how i would have wanted it to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good parts were really good though...&lt;br /&gt;kev brough me max n beki to marche to eat...with two of his friends..&lt;br /&gt;was reaaally funn...&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;love that big bradee of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n max went home..beki met her friends..&lt;br /&gt;then came home to slack for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;then went for dance prtc..&lt;br /&gt;beki came n met us there too..&lt;br /&gt;my sister just HAD to choose then to be the most petty bitch in the world.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she cries til she DIES one day.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home..cut cake all..haha&lt;br /&gt;was nice..&lt;br /&gt;then koki me n beki was just talking..&lt;br /&gt;then beki had to go ...so was just me n koki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what happened..&lt;br /&gt;kev went back to camp..&lt;br /&gt;argh.feel like smacking my dad.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp...then today was good.&lt;br /&gt;jess came over..&lt;br /&gt;spent the whooole day with me cause she couldnt the day before..&lt;br /&gt;soo nice of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAT BOUGHT ME AIR FORCE ONES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cant believe that part.&lt;br /&gt;loveeeee dat brother too.&lt;br /&gt;both my brothers are the reasons i enjoyed my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;air fuckin force ones!&lt;br /&gt;waLAO.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr Denis edward.&lt;br /&gt;my supposed best friend.&lt;br /&gt;nicely &lt;b&gt;forgot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah boy.&lt;br /&gt;cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107183727458325172?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107183727458325172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107183727458325172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107183727458325172' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107150668068582355</id><published>2003-12-15T04:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T04:44:53.893-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy yall...my website isnt dat looong thingi no more..&lt;br /&gt;just go ta kablo0sh.vze.com&lt;br /&gt;the big 0 is a zero yeah...not caps o.&lt;br /&gt;okie?yupp..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107150668068582355?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107150668068582355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107150668068582355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107150668068582355' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107140901527436836</id><published>2003-12-14T01:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:37:08.316-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the bhangra remix of me against the music is fuckin good stuff..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107140901527436836?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107140901527436836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107140901527436836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140901527436836' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107140890117199299</id><published>2003-12-14T01:35:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T01:35:14.240-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wont be writing here much..&lt;br /&gt;fuckin waste of time la..&lt;br /&gt;nothing gets done so yea..&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADDAM GOT FUCKIN CAUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;hawhaw.loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107140890117199299?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107140890117199299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107140890117199299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140890117199299' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107134060342285272</id><published>2003-12-13T06:36:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T06:36:56.270-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>choosing to stay up late.. reflecting upon my life..&lt;br /&gt;lots to say..&lt;br /&gt;cant say it all here..&lt;br /&gt;wish i could let it all out ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came close..&lt;br /&gt;not close enough though..&lt;br /&gt;i want to..&lt;br /&gt;guess i just gotta let it all go..&lt;br /&gt;im walking away..&lt;br /&gt;as i said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuhh...&lt;br /&gt;i guess life's just got to get better huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107134060342285272?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107134060342285272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107134060342285272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134060342285272' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107122742787739991</id><published>2003-12-11T23:10:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:10:40.766-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyy yall...just revamped the whoooole site..really cool stuff...go check it out..&lt;br /&gt;under webbie at my links.&lt;br /&gt;yea? sign the guestbook.&lt;br /&gt;haha...byeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107122742787739991?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107122742787739991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107122742787739991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107122742787739991' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107115424524389359</id><published>2003-12-11T02:50:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:50:57.326-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEyylowww YAWWWLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..just came back from dance trng...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. so damn tiring...!&lt;br /&gt;but shawn is really really good..&lt;br /&gt;very soft...specially is neck..&lt;br /&gt;like WOOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it started out with like..&lt;br /&gt;me..maxine..shaan..alyssa..shawn and nicholas..&lt;br /&gt;then vanessa n marissa on the way to the toilet saw us..&lt;br /&gt;and joined in..&lt;br /&gt;then one mo friend..&lt;br /&gt;then joce..&lt;br /&gt;then the whole sec 3 came in..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;was damn funny la..&lt;br /&gt;but really fun..&lt;br /&gt;the music was good too..&lt;br /&gt;shawn is just too goddamn WOAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;ayaaahh..im jealous now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gardens lightup is really nice..doncha think?&lt;br /&gt;go check it..&lt;br /&gt;goodness goodness..&lt;br /&gt;sooo dAMN bored know!&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mums calling...gots ta go..&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/5988791-107115424524389359?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107115424524389359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107115424524389359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115424524389359' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107112112546491332</id><published>2003-12-10T17:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:38:57.610-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CLOSED THE WINDOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont regret one BIT of it..&lt;br /&gt;im starting to hate what you've become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107112112546491332?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107112112546491332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107112112546491332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112112546491332' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107107356532760498</id><published>2003-12-10T04:26:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T04:26:17.610-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey YAWL. haha.. back again..&lt;br /&gt;bored like hell lar..&lt;br /&gt;nads making us cookies tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the galilee church thingi..&lt;br /&gt;i got to look after this 9 year old girl..&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;so small so cute..&lt;br /&gt;and she's so nice too..&lt;br /&gt;i felt like sucha good person..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the club n ate wit beki..&lt;br /&gt;ate sooo much..&lt;br /&gt;goodness...&lt;br /&gt;im sucha god dam pig know..&lt;br /&gt;and beki still can embarass me like hell..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;the fella there oso!&lt;br /&gt;bastardchild.&lt;br /&gt;roooargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez..aint got nothin else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107107356532760498?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107107356532760498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107107356532760498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107107356532760498' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107088482621305832</id><published>2003-12-08T00:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T00:00:38.166-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy yall..hah..&lt;br /&gt;went ta meet nad n orry n thomas at jalan kayu just now..&lt;br /&gt;nads got a new phone..&lt;br /&gt;bladi bitch you.i want one too.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;ohhh welllsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...not really that fun lar..&lt;br /&gt;went gayles place for a liiiil while after that..&lt;br /&gt;gayle sang for us.&lt;br /&gt;-clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;love dat gurll..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh..looking for a new template..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..stoopid blogskins dont work for my chau chau com..&lt;br /&gt;fucked up piece of crap..&lt;br /&gt;argh..i want my own computer..&lt;br /&gt;i NEED my own computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just found out my mum has been listening to my phone calls..&lt;br /&gt;arrrgh...what the HELL right..&lt;br /&gt;sickening..kayPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well..counting down the days til im outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107088482621305832?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107088482621305832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107088482621305832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107088482621305832' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107079820784399496</id><published>2003-12-06T23:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:56:58.773-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need a new template lar...in the midst of making one now..&lt;br /&gt;but its hard cause my computer is damn screwed up...will probably make one the next time i go to my mums office..alrighty then.. takkaire yall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107079820784399496?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079820784399496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079820784399496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079820784399496' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107079517545828521</id><published>2003-12-06T23:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:06:27.063-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://homepage.tinet.ie/~sebulbac/burton/images/voodoo/voodoo_girl_1.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is white cloth,&lt;br /&gt;and she's all sewn apart&lt;br /&gt;and she has many colored pins&lt;br /&gt;sticking out of her heart.&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/5988791-107079517545828521?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079517545828521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079517545828521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079517545828521' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107079249607864528</id><published>2003-12-06T22:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:21:47.473-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huppeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok yall updated the website so go check it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107079249607864528?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079249607864528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107079249607864528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107079249607864528' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107072908158022361</id><published>2003-12-06T04:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T04:50:27.873-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just typed a whoooole loooong entry and i deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;STUPED MAN!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn...&lt;br /&gt;oh welll...&lt;br /&gt;will type another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bradley n pat ust came in the room n is now disturbing me..&lt;br /&gt;bradley just did something to my shoulder and now it hurts..&lt;br /&gt;what a backside la.&lt;br /&gt;errkkk..&lt;br /&gt;jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dads birthday today..&lt;br /&gt;was playing ps2 wit andrew just now..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.. some stuped car game..&lt;br /&gt;i whipped his ass the first round..&lt;br /&gt;then SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THE REMOTE! &lt;br /&gt;*winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuped stooped stooped.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;boogelibooboo..&lt;br /&gt;im boredy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ness's confirmation mass today..&lt;br /&gt;she looked damn good today really..&lt;br /&gt;i was like...THATS MY COUSIN?! hahah&lt;br /&gt;but she was prolly thinking the same thinking...so yea&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kev's friends came over too..&lt;br /&gt;gerard..stuart..ansley..&lt;br /&gt;was watchin dem play the ps2 oso..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah all of dem SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;ohh well... hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;me n andrew sucked too...&lt;br /&gt;heh...andrews a funny man..&lt;br /&gt;he's a mama la..&lt;br /&gt;mangama jack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;jessies a gay DOG. he's whimpering now.&lt;br /&gt;jeez..&lt;br /&gt;he's currently homeless..&lt;br /&gt;go out late at night some more la, dog.&lt;br /&gt;go n get raped by bangla coconut tree dancers.&lt;br /&gt;bitch..&lt;br /&gt;i still love youu sweetayyeee((:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha..keke..&lt;br /&gt;jessie jessie...so NO BRIAN but still the best.&lt;br /&gt;cockanaden..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..my dad wants me to take my nose stud off...&lt;br /&gt;likee.e..shut tha HELL up old man.&lt;br /&gt;grrr..&lt;br /&gt;pisser me offer.&lt;br /&gt;bleahkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho hummm..&lt;br /&gt;havnt seen my monster for sooooo long..&lt;br /&gt;miss miss..&lt;br /&gt;alwaaaays so busy&lt;br /&gt;FINE LA MISTER.&lt;br /&gt;poo.&lt;br /&gt;still love you.((;&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellll...&lt;br /&gt;dont know why..&lt;br /&gt;i printed it out.&lt;br /&gt;beeg beeg..&lt;br /&gt;n now iconsider it my most prized possesion..&lt;br /&gt;keeping it away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;FOR MEEE! &lt;br /&gt;onlyyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;roooargh.&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a considerably long entry for today.&lt;br /&gt;ive just got no life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go drown myself.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that would cure the boredom for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;then i'll come back her when i get bored again..&lt;br /&gt;oh , your feelings are HURT?&lt;br /&gt;well boo FUCKING hoo.&lt;br /&gt;and who the hell am i talking to?&lt;br /&gt;im getting abnormal now.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go befo i go deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;font color=deeppink&gt;"And so it came to be&lt;br /&gt;this isolation that I am&lt;br /&gt;I can only look to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107072908158022361?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107072908158022361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107072908158022361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072908158022361' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107064132187075914</id><published>2003-12-05T04:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T04:22:12.893-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha..okayy gonna update....&lt;br /&gt;SORRY AISHA.&lt;br /&gt;heh... yeah... these few days been damn fucked up la..&lt;br /&gt;the reason i dont update is cause my life is fuckin boring laa..&lt;br /&gt;my dads being ajerk..&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my line back at least..&lt;br /&gt;yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;have to go for ness's confirmation mass tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;thats if..my parents allow me to go..&lt;br /&gt;might la..&lt;br /&gt;hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;parents suck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness goodness...&lt;br /&gt;roooargh..&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa...wellllllweeellll..&lt;br /&gt;went town with my mum n sister just now..&lt;br /&gt;bought new clothes...&lt;br /&gt;its different going with a mother..to friends..&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;nvm la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k gonna go now...&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY AISHA!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;still love you deariee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>notha quiz...addicted to this shit..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Slept in your bed] &lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Saw you cry] &lt;br /&gt;thomas, my bitch. hahhahaha. cause of the stoopid movie la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Made you cry] &lt;br /&gt;dat japanese bitch from wishing stairs..stoopid wench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Spent the night at your house]&lt;br /&gt;my friend or what...if so den...nadine..yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[You went to the mall with] &lt;br /&gt;havnt gone to a mall in quite awhile...think my mum..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yelled at you]&lt;br /&gt;my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last sms send] &lt;br /&gt;jess i think..before my line got cut by the wicked witch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Said they were going to kill you] &lt;br /&gt;the gothic godma..she dont like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Said "I love you" and meant it? ] &lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;Been to new york?] &lt;br /&gt;no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Been to Florida?]&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[California?] &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hawaii?] &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mexico?] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[China?] no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Canada?] no &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Danced naked?] &lt;br /&gt;dont think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dreamed something really crazy and then it &lt;br /&gt;happens the next day?]&lt;br /&gt;yeaahhss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stalked someone?] &lt;br /&gt;yeaaahs...hurrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Had a mud bath?]&lt;br /&gt;woo dat would be damn fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wished you were the opposite sex?] &lt;br /&gt;YES.not anymore la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Had an imaginary friend?] &lt;br /&gt;yes of course! TONS. still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Math or English?]&lt;br /&gt;english..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What are you going to do after you finish this &lt;br /&gt;survey?]&lt;br /&gt;bathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What was the last food you ate?] &lt;br /&gt;salsa chicken wings...umma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Are you bored?] &lt;br /&gt;yeaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[How many buddies are on?] &lt;br /&gt;on whatt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last noise you heard?] &lt;br /&gt;music on piolet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST FEW QUESTIONS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last time you went out of the state] &lt;br /&gt;june holidays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lucky number?] 01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Things you like in a girl/guy?] &lt;br /&gt;sweet..caring..funny..HOT. hahaha..smell good too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you have a crush on someone] &lt;br /&gt;not right now..i dont know..maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do they know?]&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?] &lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What do you think of Ouija boards?] &lt;br /&gt;aww HELL no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What book are you reading now?]&lt;br /&gt;nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What's on your mouse pad?]&lt;br /&gt;the royal air force thingi...some mousepad my dad got la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite board game?] &lt;br /&gt;hate board games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite magazine?] &lt;br /&gt;dont read magazines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite sound?] &lt;br /&gt;music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Worst feeling in the world?] &lt;br /&gt;loneliness...and jealousy..wantiing something you know you can never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1st thing u do in the morning?]&lt;br /&gt;yawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you like scary or exciting rollercoasters?] &lt;br /&gt;exciting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[How many rings before you answer?] &lt;br /&gt;first instinct when you hear the phone ring..oh theres a call!..what the hell do u have a phone for if you dont pick it up? shrewed eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Future daughter's name?] &lt;br /&gt;chelsea..michaela..jessie..nelsa..lots n LOTS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?] &lt;br /&gt;nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[If you could have any job in the world, what &lt;br /&gt;would it be?] &lt;br /&gt;interior designer..post modern..interior decorating..museam artefact decorater..fashion would be ok too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Are you a lefty, righty or ambidextrous?] &lt;br /&gt;righty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Do you type with your fingers on the right &lt;br /&gt;keys?] &lt;br /&gt;nope..sometimes la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What's under your bed?] &lt;br /&gt;monsters dat DONT like ME.kekke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite sport to watch] &lt;br /&gt;tennis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Did you have fun doing this?]&lt;br /&gt;took up time and didnt get me anywhere...but it was ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107036388738039188?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107036388738039188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107036388738039188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107036388738039188' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-107002029087629571</id><published>2003-11-27T23:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:53:31.463-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;teresa marie jessica paranjody..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;18 december...coming sooonn..PARTAY AT MA PLACE PEOPLEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best gift you ever received on &lt;br /&gt;your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;when i was primary 3 i got the polly pocket princess dollhouse. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What schools have you attended?&lt;br /&gt;haha.. zion kindergarden..olgc..now sjc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What can we find on your study table?&lt;br /&gt;humm...right now there would be drawings of cartoons ALL OVER the place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;BEN AND JERRY'S cookie dough ice creamm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favourite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;belle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is the hottest cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think you can win a million dollars &lt;br /&gt;on Survivor? &lt;br /&gt;yes!II WILL CONQUERRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who would you take with you on the Amazing &lt;br /&gt;Race?&lt;br /&gt;hummm...JESSEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which of your classmate would you take with &lt;br /&gt;you on Amazing Race?&lt;br /&gt;classmates...all my classmates are wussy's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the first thing you notice about &lt;br /&gt;the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;BODEH. hehe..facial features...eyes..smile...character counts TOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think anyone in your class is hot?&lt;br /&gt;im in an all GIRLS school dammit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone in your class?&lt;br /&gt;no no NOOOOO.doest my ears deceivve ,meeeee..eeeyerr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you think is hot amongst your friends &lt;br /&gt;of your gender? &lt;br /&gt;THE ORANG DAT WROTE DIS QUIZ IS A lesbian i SWEAR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you play a musical instrument?&lt;br /&gt;acousic guitar..drums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What movie makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;a walk to remember! shit ass show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;anythingggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What would you save first if your house is &lt;br /&gt;burning?&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably try to be a hero and fight the fire n end up burning to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like animals?&lt;br /&gt;no. no no no NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What would you name your children?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever fallen for someone who was &lt;br /&gt;attached?&lt;br /&gt;yupp...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;tess...tessa...shithead...idiot..jackass..people call me that..i dont know WHY. screw yall.. im &lt;b&gt;brilliant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you think of homosexuals?&lt;br /&gt;its not...right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you think of good looking and hot &lt;br /&gt;homosexuals?&lt;br /&gt;you missing out...SICKO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How many times have you told someone you &lt;br /&gt;loved him/her?&lt;br /&gt;lotsa n lotsaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did u mean it when u said it?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you ever kissed your date before the &lt;br /&gt;4th date?&lt;br /&gt;i liike it when she shakin in a thoong..OOHH WHEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Which outlets do you do most of your &lt;br /&gt;shopping at?&lt;br /&gt;those chongkak trolleys along the road of little india. HAHAHAHAHA. TAMILLEH DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt?&lt;br /&gt;tom cruise..??...brad pitt?? PFFFT. gimme ghandi anytime.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you spend your weekend nights?&lt;br /&gt;being a loser at HOME all cause my DAD lost out on the fun from HIS childhood so he has chosen the path of doing the same to ME by DEPRIVING ME of my fun and freedom of being a growing person dat needs to go out and EXPERIENCE LIFE but thats OBVIOUSLY not what HE wants therefore ONLY doing what HE WANTS and missing out on the fact THAT  THE BASTARD CHILD is wanting TO DIE being STUCK at HOME the WHOLE F U C K I N G day! ARRRGH. ok im done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Whats the most valuable thing that you have &lt;br /&gt;lost?&lt;br /&gt;MY SKETCHBOOK! ARGH. my sister will rot in HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do u think the person who sent this to you &lt;br /&gt;is cute?&lt;br /&gt;no one sent dis to me..i koped it from pravin...and he's just weirded...&lt;br /&gt;heh? know im kiddin dude..&lt;br /&gt;keke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-107002029087629571?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107002029087629571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/107002029087629571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107002029087629571' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106994027534562622</id><published>2003-11-27T01:37:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T01:38:03.943-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking boring day as usual..&lt;br /&gt;woke up at three..&lt;br /&gt;godd im sucha peeeeg.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screwed around downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;all da way til like...6?&lt;br /&gt;then went to gardens with danica n koki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danica's sister was being all psycho..&lt;br /&gt;weirded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..we were talking bout how idiotic we used to be when we were kids..&lt;br /&gt;and trust me we were &lt;b&gt;idiots.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeeeeeg idiots..&lt;br /&gt;hahaaha...was laughing like fools..&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaa..oh yea..&lt;br /&gt;pics are up..&lt;br /&gt;last album is all &lt;b&gt; stolen goods.&lt;/b&gt; y'hear?&lt;br /&gt;taken form &lt;b&gt; other people's&lt;/b&gt; albums.&lt;br /&gt;hear ME.&lt;br /&gt;I STOLE!!&lt;br /&gt;dont procrastinator's come procrastinate me.&lt;br /&gt;roargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im outta here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106994027534562622?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106994027534562622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106994027534562622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106994027534562622' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106985291225138097</id><published>2003-11-26T01:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:23:59.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chingy-one call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You, could, roll, wit, me)&lt;br /&gt;You call if you wanna bump over me&lt;br /&gt;(If you was my baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird how we met, huh&lt;br /&gt;She was wit her mom in Bank America&lt;br /&gt;I'm wit my son cashin the check&lt;br /&gt;So I asked outta respect &lt;br /&gt;Would she like to explore the world or buy&lt;br /&gt;We can fly in my jet&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was "Yes, can I ask you sumpin?"&lt;br /&gt;I seen it in her eye, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex&lt;br /&gt;Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something&lt;br /&gt;about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets&lt;br /&gt;We started off casual; walks through the park&lt;br /&gt;Candle light dinners by dark, I'm thinkin smart (smart)&lt;br /&gt;Of course she might think I'm in a rush&lt;br /&gt;To touch, clutch and be up, but baby I ain't on that stuff&lt;br /&gt;Dropped her off and told her call me up, we can talk&lt;br /&gt;Conversate about political subjects whatever's thought&lt;br /&gt;So I zoomed off, lookin by and my phone rang&lt;br /&gt;It was her in the shower, (she said) she said "I couldn't do without ya"&lt;br /&gt;Then I said. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You, could, roll, wit, me)&lt;br /&gt;You call if you wanna bump over me&lt;br /&gt;(If you was my baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I'm with the fellas at the case playin ball&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes wit her friends they posted up on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm showin off, trynta dunk trynta dribble break fast&lt;br /&gt;Through the middle just to see her smile and giggle&lt;br /&gt;Game over I punched her wit a kiss on the cheek&lt;br /&gt;The homeboys lookin at me sayin "Lil Howard you weak"&lt;br /&gt;But you know how that go, what I got they want&lt;br /&gt;What I got I flaunt, never mess wit it, PLEASE don't&lt;br /&gt;Told her "I'm going home" she asked can she go too&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "Yeah boo, I can't see me without you"&lt;br /&gt;Got thurr, I took a shower jumped out she in the bed&lt;br /&gt;With a see-through thong said I looked at her and said. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You, could, call, me)&lt;br /&gt;You call if you wanna bump over me&lt;br /&gt;(If you was my baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm always one call away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl recognize game, before game recognize YOU&lt;br /&gt;You're dealin wit a player, TRUE&lt;br /&gt;Now whatchu wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;We can kick it and go puff on a bluuunt&lt;br /&gt;Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' then we can get druuunk&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you, I'm the man but baby just let me know&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you got an attitude I could treat you just like a hoe&lt;br /&gt;Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room&lt;br /&gt;We can gaze at the stars that shine like the moon&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a chance to show ya, and a chance to know ya&lt;br /&gt;Just be true, and there's nothing I won't do, for ya&lt;br /&gt;Some women like to play it foul (foul)&lt;br /&gt;But them the kind I put in the place of a child (child)&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry be happy and smile and. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You, could, roll, wit, me)&lt;br /&gt;You call if you wanna bump over me&lt;br /&gt;(If you was my baby)&lt;br /&gt;I'm only one call away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106985291225138097?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106985291225138097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106985291225138097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985291225138097' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106985144900806351</id><published>2003-11-26T00:57:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T01:00:35.203-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=hotpink&gt;2nd time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;i so have no life.&lt;br /&gt;fuckedy..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to jess on the phone now..&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha..shes leaving for camp tomorroww...&lt;br /&gt;damnn sadd laa..&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss her!&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck. &lt;br /&gt;im gonna become mushy soon..&lt;br /&gt;i better shut the fuck up before i start tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee..ROARGH.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh well..&lt;br /&gt;im gona leave now..&lt;br /&gt;FUCKIN MAKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no now im really leaving.&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something has taken over the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;the fingers have conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekekekeke. what the fuck am i saying?&lt;br /&gt;im just typing.&lt;br /&gt;IM BECOMING a friggin &lt;b&gt; psycho&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;buwahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall type out a whooole song.&lt;br /&gt;to cure my typing needs.&lt;br /&gt;isa goooood.&lt;br /&gt;isa liiiiike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOMEONE SAY AMEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106985144900806351?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106985144900806351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106985144900806351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106985144900806351' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106983265940279221</id><published>2003-11-25T19:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T19:45:38.353-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh...hello fellow idiots of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; GOOD MORNING&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling PREPPY today..&lt;br /&gt;fuck knows why...but yea.&lt;br /&gt;nothing planned for today, as fucking usual.&lt;br /&gt;being grounded is so damn standardised.&lt;br /&gt;-wake up &lt;br /&gt;-study&lt;br /&gt;-sleep&lt;br /&gt;-eat&lt;br /&gt;-study&lt;br /&gt;-study&lt;br /&gt;-fucking more studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bladi goddamned &lt;font size=3&gt; &lt;b&gt;shit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn,...now im all bored again..&lt;br /&gt;talking to russ n nads online..&lt;br /&gt;nadine's staying over at some gabrielle's house on friday, wit 3 other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt; get rape den u know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayers will be with you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well..its off to monks on friday..&lt;br /&gt;think my brothers are going to quay on friday too..&lt;br /&gt;so no chance of me going anywhere else..&lt;br /&gt;drix is like...&lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; near monks..&lt;br /&gt;better be discreet about it yea..&lt;br /&gt;dont plan on staying til really late though..&lt;br /&gt;im so not getting wasted again..&lt;br /&gt;jessie says he'll sacrifice himself and go to madmonks all cause of &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im feeling all ...mean..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh what the hell la.&lt;b&gt;TOO BAD DUDE?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;da di di dummdi dumm..&lt;br /&gt;ho wells...spent quite some time blogging...&lt;br /&gt;im being productive...!&lt;br /&gt;kurrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talkin to skank now..&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN AH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;making me &lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's becoming more of a skank everytime i talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;rooargh.&lt;br /&gt;hoo boyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;okay so im going back to my filthy disgusting life.&lt;br /&gt;fuck yall..(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106983265940279221?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106983265940279221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106983265940279221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983265940279221' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106977950853248154</id><published>2003-11-25T04:58:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T04:58:55.206-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed the template.&lt;br /&gt;nice.. no?&lt;br /&gt;well if you dont like it i cant giva heck n a half.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo hee...&lt;br /&gt;staying at home is making me go &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;gaga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my parents have gone kuku.&lt;br /&gt;but theyre not really making me &lt;b&gt; study&lt;/b&gt; very much..&lt;br /&gt;im not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanna go out!&lt;br /&gt;-whines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darnit la.&lt;br /&gt;parents can be a real pain sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is being annoying.&lt;b&gt; ROOOARGH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to denis now..&lt;br /&gt;he got in trouble again.&lt;br /&gt;this is real sad.&lt;br /&gt;dowaant to hear...&lt;br /&gt;grRr..&lt;br /&gt;blahbedibooBLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loove my family...!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i just had to say that.&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelovelove..looooove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell am i being sucha &lt;u&gt;dick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kek...ruuuarghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106977950853248154?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106977950853248154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106977950853248154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106977950853248154' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106967641428273909</id><published>2003-11-24T00:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T00:20:22.290-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyya..&lt;br /&gt;boreded today la..&lt;br /&gt;stayed home n chilled...&lt;br /&gt;ansley was over..&lt;br /&gt;was playing with him the whooole day..&lt;br /&gt;hes a retard.!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha the most childish 25 year old ive ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..weirded ansleyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he printed out guitar chords for me..&lt;br /&gt;so nice..&lt;br /&gt;can learn now...&lt;br /&gt;yippeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den later on in the evening my friend came my house..&lt;br /&gt;talk cock the whole time...&lt;br /&gt;damn nice la..&lt;br /&gt;love her sooo muccchhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppa...den she ate here den left for home..&lt;br /&gt;now gona slack alot again...&lt;br /&gt;damn bored laaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;but in a happy mood..&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;okieee gona go noww..&lt;br /&gt;damn slaaack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106967641428273909?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106967641428273909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106967641428273909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106967641428273909' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106960125661098045</id><published>2003-11-23T03:27:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T03:27:44.283-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dis is all answered by jesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : jesseca arthur daniel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Time started: 11.12 pm&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Birthdate: 17.04.89&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Home town: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sec School: SJC&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pri School: olgc&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Poly/Jc: tamasek poly of course..!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Uni:  no i dont want..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Righty or lefty: righty..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ~~~~~Your Looks~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hair Colour: dark brown..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Eye Colour: dark brown..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you wear contacts or glasses: i have perfect eyesight!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you have any piercings: yes..nose n ears..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you wear any rings: sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What shoes do you wear: sandals..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt;  ~~~~~Just Lately (so boliao)~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&gt; How are you today: fine..a lil bit pissed off..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What does your hair look like at the &lt;br /&gt;moment: straight..wit a sporty ponytail..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What song are you listening to right now: &lt;br /&gt;so into you..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What was the last thing you ate: pizza..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ~~~~~More About You~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&gt; What are the last four digits of your phone?: &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mobile:7481&lt;br /&gt; &gt; Home: i dont have a house phone..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If you were a crayon what color would you be? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; greeeeeen&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Have you ever almost died: yes...so many times..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Best advice anyone's given to you:stay single..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; What sport do you hate the most: swimming..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How many phones do you have in your house: none..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you have your own phone line: handphone...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Place for a dream house: in hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Who is the loudest friend: lynne chan..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Who is the quietest friend: demi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Animals: used to have...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Have you ever sprained/broken/fractured a &lt;br /&gt;bone: d OH.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Who would you tell your dreams to: my 5 good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; ~~~~~You and Love(ok let's get serious)~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you believe in love: no i dont..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you believe in love at first sight?:yes..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend: &lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lights on/off: off...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Do you like snow, sun, rain: snooow&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Summer or winter: winter&lt;br /&gt;&gt; White or chocolate milk: chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mud or Jell-O wrestling: jello&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Skiing or boarding: boarding&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Day or night: Night.Day's too long for me&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cake or pie: cake&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Diamond or pearl: diamond&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sunset or sunrise: sunSET.=&lt;br /&gt; ~~~~~~Have You Ever~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry: &lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106960125661098045?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106960125661098045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106960125661098045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960125661098045' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106960060640310872</id><published>2003-11-23T03:16:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T00:33:01.413-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Pierce your nose or tongue?&lt;br /&gt;nose..&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;theres a time for everything la huh..?&lt;br /&gt;3. Boxers or briefs?&lt;br /&gt;boxers...&lt;br /&gt;4. Whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;whooooole miillkk..&lt;br /&gt;5. Single or Taken?&lt;br /&gt;single babyy!&lt;br /&gt;6. Simple or complicated?&lt;br /&gt;complicated..messy n complicated..&lt;br /&gt;7. Law or anarchy?&lt;br /&gt;wadda hell is anarchy?&lt;br /&gt;8. Flowers or angels?&lt;br /&gt;angeeeeels..! &lt;br /&gt;9. Grey or gray?&lt;br /&gt;hehh?!&lt;br /&gt;10. Read or write? &lt;br /&gt;read..&lt;br /&gt;11. Color or black-and-white photos?&lt;br /&gt;black n white looks nicer..&lt;br /&gt;12. Sunrise or sunset?&lt;br /&gt;sunsett..&lt;br /&gt;13. M&amp;M's or Skittles?&lt;br /&gt;skittles! yummmehhh..&lt;br /&gt;14. Rap or rock?&lt;br /&gt;rappp&lt;br /&gt;15. Stay up late or wake up late?&lt;br /&gt;stayy up latee..&lt;br /&gt;16. TV or Radio?&lt;br /&gt;tv..&lt;br /&gt;17. Is it POP or SODA?&lt;br /&gt;coke.&lt;br /&gt;18. X or O in Tic-tac-toe?&lt;br /&gt;ey! dat rhymes! gedit? x.o.tic tac toe? ok?&lt;br /&gt;20. Eat an apple or an orange?&lt;br /&gt;apple..&lt;br /&gt;21. What came first the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;god made animals. i think he made the chicken not the egg..&lt;br /&gt;22. Hot or Cold?&lt;br /&gt;cold&lt;br /&gt;24. Tall members of the opposite sex or short?&lt;br /&gt;tall...&lt;br /&gt;25. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;moon..&lt;br /&gt;26. Emerald or ruby?&lt;br /&gt;ruby&lt;br /&gt;28. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;left&lt;br /&gt;29. 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend?&lt;br /&gt;1 best friend..&lt;br /&gt;30. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;vanillaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;31. High or Drunk?&lt;br /&gt;highh&lt;br /&gt;32. Green beans or carrots?&lt;br /&gt;carrotss..&lt;br /&gt;33. Low fat or fat free?&lt;br /&gt;who gives man..&lt;br /&gt;34. What is your biggest fear in the world?&lt;br /&gt;JESSICA ARTHUR DANIEL. (:&lt;br /&gt;35. Kids or no kids?&lt;br /&gt;many many much much..&lt;br /&gt;36. Cat or dog?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like both.&lt;br /&gt;37. Half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;half full&lt;br /&gt;38. Mustard or ketchup?&lt;br /&gt;ketchupp&lt;br /&gt;39. Hard cover books or soft cover books?&lt;br /&gt;hard cover..&lt;br /&gt;40. Newspaper or magazine?&lt;br /&gt;magazineee&lt;br /&gt;41. Sandals or sneakers?&lt;br /&gt;sneakers&lt;br /&gt;42. Wonder or amazement?&lt;br /&gt;amazement..&lt;br /&gt;43. Red car or white car?&lt;br /&gt;whitte carr..&lt;br /&gt;44. Happy and poor or sad and rich?&lt;br /&gt;happy and poor.happiness means more than money&lt;br /&gt;45. Singing or dancing?&lt;br /&gt;singing..&lt;br /&gt;46. Hugging or Kissing?&lt;br /&gt;hugginggg..&lt;br /&gt;47. Corduroy or plaid?&lt;br /&gt;ehhh?&lt;br /&gt;48. Happy or sad?&lt;br /&gt;happykinnsss&lt;br /&gt;49. Purple or green?&lt;br /&gt;purpleee...&lt;br /&gt;50. A year of hot sex or a lifetime of &lt;br /&gt;friendship? &lt;br /&gt;a lifetime of fuckin friendship..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE SAY AMEEEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106960060640310872?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106960060640310872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106960060640310872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960060640310872' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-10695951036540203</id><published>2003-11-23T01:45:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T01:45:11.050-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>keke...at least i got to go out today..&lt;br /&gt;after mass went for lunch n played pool at tha club..&lt;br /&gt;beki n aud n amanda n mandy n mitch n nat n justin n his friends&lt;br /&gt;damn funn la..&lt;br /&gt;dis mandy n her nonsense during lunch..&lt;br /&gt;cracked all of us up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy: (balancing fork n spoon on the glass) SEE SEE! TESSA SEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;tessa n audrey: woah! eehhhh! coooo&lt;br /&gt;CLANG. the dang fork n spoon drop, instantly making everyone in the restaurant turn n stare.&lt;br /&gt;mandy n tessa n aud hang their heads in shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..was an enjoyable lunchh la..&lt;br /&gt;sat outside n ate ice cream heh..&lt;br /&gt;i liiike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den decided to go home n SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;hehe...had a nice nice dreaamm..&lt;br /&gt;den went to meet nads n jess for mass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up not going for half the mass cause we were supposed to meet denis n pat n sheena..&lt;br /&gt;n they were LATE as usual!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..nevermind la..was quite fun..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;yupp den after mass went to athar...&lt;br /&gt;chillin abitt..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;had to leave supeeer early cause of my chao parents...&lt;br /&gt;bleah..-pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ANYYWAAYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my denis is sucha wondaful wondaful darling...&lt;br /&gt;love dat guy sooooo muuuchh!&lt;br /&gt;he's said he will buy me an ELECTRONIC DRUMSET for my birthday..&lt;br /&gt;not like im gona let him do that lar.&lt;br /&gt;but i mean... the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;damn sweet..&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOUU BABBiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;smuuuaacks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love my darling friends.&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/5988791-10695951036540203?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/10695951036540203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/10695951036540203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10695951036540203' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106950279315161508</id><published>2003-11-22T00:06:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T00:09:23.526-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just feel like blogging now..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;whooo ..&lt;br /&gt;being grounded doesnt suck all that much..(:&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;my mum took me shopping..&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke..bought soooo many clothes dammit.&lt;br /&gt;heh..woke up at like..one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the good wonderful friend i am, called denis as &lt;strong&gt;promised.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whaaaat! the fella sleeping still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;hayoooohhh..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh..dat boyy...&lt;br /&gt;haha..yupp..&lt;br /&gt;den my sister had to go to school for some concert thingi..&lt;br /&gt;so my mum asked whether i wanted to follow her to send baba..&lt;br /&gt;smaaaart me said &lt;strong&gt;yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ended up shoppingggg..&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee..!&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home n talked to denis..&lt;br /&gt;for quite a long time...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. dat fella cracks me upp...&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/5988791-106950279315161508?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106950279315161508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106950279315161508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950279315161508' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106950280745261039</id><published>2003-11-22T00:06:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T00:06:55.106-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was just thinking...&lt;br /&gt;its funny..&lt;br /&gt;after finding someone i like..n likes me too..&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be attached yet..&lt;br /&gt;haha..i realised dat i kinda like being alone..&lt;br /&gt;freedom..its fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe after awhile..when im more ready..&lt;br /&gt;but right now.. &lt;br /&gt;i know myself dat i aint ready for being commited to a person..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im finally thinking for myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106950280745261039?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106950280745261039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106950280745261039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106950280745261039' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106943882433030896</id><published>2003-11-21T06:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T06:20:31.690-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---------- GENERAL INFO ------------ &lt;br /&gt;Time starting: 1.49am&lt;br /&gt;Name on Birth Certificate: TeReSa MaRie PaRanjOdy &lt;br /&gt;E-mail: tattooed_pink@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Color eyes: bRowN&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: RiGhT nOw..bLonDe fRinGe..LiGhT bRowN haIr..bLonDe sTreaKs..&lt;br /&gt;Height: 15somethingcm &lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: 6..&lt;br /&gt;lives with you: FamiLy&lt;br /&gt;When is your bedtime?: Late...usuaLLy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------HAVE YOU EVER------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ever been so drunk you blacked out?: nOpe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hurt emotionally?: yEa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep any secrets from anyone?: yEa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an imaginary friend: yUpP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hd a crush on a teacher: nOpeeeEe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought an animated character was hot?: &lt;br /&gt;dOnT ThInk sO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut your own hair: yEs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------FAVORITES------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shampoo: wELla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Color: PiNk n bLaCk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Day/Night: niGhT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Summer/Winter: wInTerR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Game: GiN rUmMy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lace or satin: i dOnT kNow wAddA HeLL bOth aRe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fav cartoon charactor: BeLLe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fave food: wEsTeRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fave Movie: cIndErELLa..bEaTy n Da BeaSt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fave Ice Cream: bEn n JeRry'S cOoKie dOuGh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fave Subject: enGLiSh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fave Person to talk to: JeSseeE..DeNiS..OrRy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- RIGHT NOW ------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wearing: t-shirt n fbt shOrts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hair: LeT dOwN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm Feeling: SaTiSfiEdd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eating: nOThiNg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking about: nOThiNgG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Listening to: DeNiS taLkinG aBt tHe wOrST ThInG iN HiS LiFe..heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking To: ? dEnIsS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching: Da ScReeN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------IN THE LAST 24 HOURS-----------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Cried: yUpp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Worn a Skirt: yUpp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cleaned Your Room: NoPe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Done Laundry: nO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN-------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yourself: sOmeTimEs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your friends: sOme Of dEm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Santa Claus: nOpe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tooth Fairy: nOpe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Destiny/Fate: yuPp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*God: yuPp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Karma: waDda HeLl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Angels: yeAa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ghosts: nooo..bUt im StiLl scArEd oF DeM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UFO's: HeLL nOOooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------- FRIENDS AND LIFE ----------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*Like Anyone?: roooOOargghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who have you known the longest of your friends: &lt;br /&gt;bEkkI..eVa SiNcE We WeRe LiL LiL tHinGs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who's the Loudest: JESSEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who's the Weirdest: deNiS...heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who Do You Cry To?: JeSsE...sHeS de BeSt LaHh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's the Best Feeling in the World?: FeELiNg LoVeD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Worst Feeling: LoNeLiNesS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name the friends that you cant live with and write one sentence about the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JeSse- shes the absolute BEST and i would not EVER wanna lose her(again?!)&lt;br /&gt;dEnIs- he's someone i have ALOT of trust in and love alooot alot ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;naDinE- she's really funn...&lt;br /&gt;dEmi- damnnn nice nice girll n really sweeeeettt&lt;br /&gt;PaT- dammnn slaaaaaaaack.&lt;br /&gt;sHina- damn nice gurl and easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;thOmas- not really counted my friend but one o the best cousinnsss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roooOaargh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106943882433030896?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;heard dat it wasnt dat fun..&lt;br /&gt;dey were making fun of herr the whole time..&lt;br /&gt;haha..she suck up so muchh..&lt;br /&gt;im not surprised la..&lt;br /&gt;haha...she did it again whatt..&lt;br /&gt;heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really boring these days..&lt;br /&gt;same routine..&lt;br /&gt;sleep at 7 plus..&lt;br /&gt;wake up at nine..&lt;br /&gt;study..sleep..play computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its getting nauseating..&lt;br /&gt;erkk..&lt;br /&gt;saw stu's pictures from halloween..&lt;br /&gt;theyre up alreadyy..&lt;br /&gt;heh...ders a pic wit me n my bradee..&lt;br /&gt;love dat picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole's getting lame..&lt;br /&gt;haha..shes a big retard la...&lt;br /&gt;no actually...she's always been lame..&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh well...&lt;br /&gt;damn la...being online nows getting boring too..&lt;br /&gt;grrr..&lt;br /&gt;sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go outttttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106939736442685579?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106939736442685579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106939736442685579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106939736442685579' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106915989201331193</id><published>2003-11-18T00:51:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T00:53:29.790-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=deeppink&gt;my dad is a complete and total nonsensical &lt;strong&gt;bastard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants me to study for like..FOUR FUCKINg HOURS every FUCKING day!?&lt;br /&gt;bloody bastard la.&lt;br /&gt;nag nag nag nag nag.&lt;br /&gt;hes probably not gona allow me to go out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DAD!&lt;br /&gt;why dont u call the fucking school and enroll me in some EXTRA classes.&lt;br /&gt;u know..the ones that i'd rather DIE then go for?!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe..just LOCK me up in my room. so i can DIE there TOO!?&lt;br /&gt;oh WAAAAIT. u dont TRUST me to be alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what!&lt;br /&gt;u like studying so much!&lt;br /&gt;why dont &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; fucking DO IT yourself.&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck do u think holidays are for?&lt;br /&gt;for the bastard child to go BURYING her face in them shithead BOOKS?!&lt;br /&gt;the bastard child has been WAITING the whole FUCKING year for this time.&lt;br /&gt;and u wanna take that away from her TOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know what.&lt;br /&gt;u can all just kiss my &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt; with your bullshit alright?&lt;br /&gt;fucking had enough.&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/5988791-106915989201331193?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106915989201331193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106886907999355642?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106886907999355642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106886907999355642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106886907999355642' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106870762889838804</id><published>2003-11-12T19:13:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:13:54.143-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried talking to you..&lt;br /&gt;you seem really distant..&lt;br /&gt;your not the person i used to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;the one that would listen..&lt;br /&gt;and seem to understand all i had to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either im just less special to you..&lt;br /&gt;or you think im just being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;thats probably it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well whats new la..&lt;br /&gt;everyone does..&lt;br /&gt;why should you be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought you &lt;strong&gt;were.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>LAST PERSON WHO... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Slept in your bed] myself la...&lt;br /&gt;[Saw you cry] i dont really cry in front of anyone..&lt;br /&gt;[Made you cry] m0nsTaaaaa! roargh.&lt;br /&gt;[Spent the night at your house] nadine i think..&lt;br /&gt;[You went to the mall with] cousin ness..&lt;br /&gt;[Yelled at you] dad...erk&lt;br /&gt;[Sent you an email] friendsters.:)&lt;br /&gt;[Said they were going to kill you] my sisterrrr..grrrRrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Said "I love you" and meant it? ] yes.&lt;br /&gt;[Been to New York?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Been to Florida?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[California?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Hawaii?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Mexico?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[China?] nope.&lt;br /&gt;[Canada?] how many more bladi countries..!?&lt;br /&gt;[Danced naked?]...hahaha..kisiao.&lt;br /&gt;[Dreamed something really crazy and then it &lt;br /&gt;happens the next day?] ahhh..if only..&lt;br /&gt;[Stalked someone?] once.. &lt;br /&gt;[Had a mud bath?] i WISH!&lt;br /&gt;[Wished you were the opposite sex?] yes..when i &lt;br /&gt;was younger!&lt;br /&gt;[Had an imaginary friend?] quite a few actualleeyyee..&lt;br /&gt;[Math or English?] englishh..&lt;br /&gt;[What are you going to do after you finish this &lt;br /&gt;survey?] sleep..&lt;br /&gt;[What was the last food you ate?] carrotsss...&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;[Are you bored?] yaaa&lt;br /&gt;[How many buddies are on?] eH?&lt;br /&gt;[Last noise you heard?] denis singing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LAST FEW QUESTIONS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Last time you went out of the state] huuuhhh...&lt;br /&gt;[Lucky number?] 01&lt;br /&gt;[Things you like in a girl/guy?]  boddyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;[Do you have a crush on someone] yea&lt;br /&gt;[Do they know?] yea..&lt;br /&gt;[Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?] noo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What do you think of Ouija boards?] fre---aaky&lt;br /&gt;[What book are you reading now?] nothingg..&lt;br /&gt;[What's on your mouse pad?] some air force craaap..&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite board game?] i dont like board games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite magazine?] lime..nothing else..&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite sound?] hip hop..rnb..soul..&lt;br /&gt;[Worst feeling in the world?] loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;[What is the first thing you think when you wake &lt;br /&gt;in the morning?] 10 minutes more! please!&lt;br /&gt;[Do you like scary or exciting rollercoasters?] &lt;br /&gt;scaryy&lt;br /&gt;[How many rings before you answer?] 4-5-6..i dun &lt;br /&gt;wanna pick up da damn fone!&lt;br /&gt;[Future daughter's name?] dependdss...&lt;br /&gt;[Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?] my doggy pillowww&lt;br /&gt;[If you could have any job you wanted, what &lt;br /&gt;would it be] INTERIOR DESIGNER.&lt;br /&gt;[Are you a lefty, righty or ambidextrous?] rIghTy&lt;br /&gt;[Do you type with your fingers on the right &lt;br /&gt;keys?] hippidyyy??&lt;br /&gt;[What's under your bed?] nothingg...&lt;br /&gt;[Favorite sport to watch] baseball..&lt;br /&gt;[Did you have fun doing this] kinda...im bored la..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106865544583380166?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106865544583380166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106865544583380166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106865544583380166' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106863924681752219</id><published>2003-11-12T00:14:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:14:11.863-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had quite an alright dayy..&lt;br /&gt;met denis n nads n demi n jesse damn early in tha morning..&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;talk cock only la..&lt;br /&gt;went nads place all..&lt;br /&gt;kinda fun la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went court later in the afternoon time..&lt;br /&gt;stayed til 7 plus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just thinking bout stuff on the bus back in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in relationships..do looks really matter?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, first impressions always come on by how the person looks right?&lt;br /&gt;does that mean if you dont get to know the person you'll never know if you two were actually meant to be?&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you DO get to know each other better..&lt;br /&gt;but one doesnt want to be with the other cause of his/her looks?&lt;br /&gt;that kinda sucks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if your completely transfixed on one person.&lt;br /&gt;but two thousand other people seem to be in love with the same.&lt;br /&gt;you think your really in love with the &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not just the looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats what the other two thousand people think as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you find someone.&lt;br /&gt;your completely happy with.&lt;br /&gt;someone you can be totally yourself with.&lt;br /&gt;someone you cant help stare at.&lt;br /&gt;and smile when you think of..&lt;br /&gt;someone you cant help laugh at when your angry with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;someone you feel is the only one that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who doesnt seem to treat you more then a friend.&lt;br /&gt;someone who treats others the same as you.&lt;br /&gt;someone who is happy the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;someone you knew you cant be with.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to accept the fact that,&lt;br /&gt;things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it may hurt..&lt;br /&gt;but if thats the way its got to be.&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`the boy is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106863924681752219?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106863924681752219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106863924681752219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106863924681752219' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106846809181828875</id><published>2003-11-10T00:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T00:41:36.006-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya yallz...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;went to watch movie today wit thomas..shaun..russell n brendon..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha soo damn scary cann..&lt;br /&gt;walau..keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met shaun n russell at mrt station first..&lt;br /&gt;stoopid thomas soooo damn late.&lt;br /&gt;idiot boy..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..ya den walked to cine n all..&lt;br /&gt;met thomas n brendon there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roargh..&lt;br /&gt;ya la...den was supposed to go for the 3 something show..&lt;br /&gt;but cause of THOMAS N HIS LATENESS.&lt;br /&gt;we had to watch the 5 oclock show!&lt;br /&gt;roargh.&lt;br /&gt;sooo late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit show was like..soooooooo scary !&lt;br /&gt;walau..&lt;br /&gt;my head was buried in shauns shoulders for like..&lt;br /&gt;one sixth of the show..keke..&lt;br /&gt;scary what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..ya la den took cab home after that..&lt;br /&gt;soo damn boring at home ..&lt;br /&gt;jeez mann..&lt;br /&gt;haha funn day la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet denis n all at tha court..&lt;br /&gt;but came back late so ya la..&lt;br /&gt;didnt in the end..&lt;br /&gt;yupp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh wellz..&lt;br /&gt;still have some maths shit to do for aunty chy tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;gonna go now denn..&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106846809181828875?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106846809181828875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106846809181828875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106846809181828875' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106836845275139504</id><published>2003-11-08T21:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T21:00:57.203-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy..haha&lt;br /&gt;had tha sfx fun fair today..&lt;br /&gt;damn louya..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..my class was doing some soap thingi&lt;br /&gt;so damn no fun..&lt;br /&gt;no one wanted to play):&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;but den i stripped for the crowd n everyone started lining up to play.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha..jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandy was scaring all the children away.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;kidding laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went club.. &lt;br /&gt;me,mandy, amanda, nat, mitch,laura..&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool..was playin wit mandy n laura,.&lt;br /&gt;I WON EM MAN!&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahhaha..so fun..&lt;br /&gt;den after dat went for lunch at tha clubhouse..&lt;br /&gt;ate my chicken rice again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den me n mandy went to coffee bean just to chill..&lt;br /&gt;the rest wanted to shoot somemore pool..&lt;br /&gt;so we went alone lar..&lt;br /&gt;yeahh..den we sat outside coffee bean..&lt;br /&gt;my brother n his friends were there also..&lt;br /&gt;then these 3 "girls" decided they wanted to be gangsters &lt;br /&gt;claimed we were staring at dem..&lt;br /&gt;jeez..&lt;br /&gt;they came n ask for trouble all..&lt;br /&gt;mandy got hit by one of dem la..&lt;br /&gt;her dad came down..&lt;br /&gt;den mandy's mum n dad were like..screwing the three fucktards up damn bad..&lt;br /&gt;good la..still try to talk back..&lt;br /&gt;hayohh..&lt;br /&gt;mandys dad actually offered one on one.&lt;br /&gt;jeez..damn good la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn drama...&lt;br /&gt;jeez...den mandy went home wit her mum n dad..&lt;br /&gt;i went to join pat n jap n mole n james n benedict...&lt;br /&gt;just hang around talk cock..&lt;br /&gt;they were playing taitee..&lt;br /&gt;den walked homee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go for mass soon..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont wanna go alone la..&lt;br /&gt;jess going out wit her mum..&lt;br /&gt;dammitt...&lt;br /&gt;hayahhhh..wont go lar probably..&lt;br /&gt;hope my mum doesnt remember..&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaayyy gonna go now..&lt;br /&gt;will update later onn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106836845275139504?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106836845275139504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106836845275139504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836845275139504' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106829331886242137</id><published>2003-11-08T00:08:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T00:08:42.993-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh...talked to my mum todayy..&lt;br /&gt;new rules set..&lt;br /&gt;keke...cool la..not bad..&lt;br /&gt;but weekdays are like...sucky laa..&lt;br /&gt;damm..haha..&lt;br /&gt;at least i get to go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...yuppa..&lt;br /&gt;my dad still hasnt talked to me yet..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;im not ready for a heart to heart wit the old man just yet..&lt;br /&gt;heh..ohh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out today i did alot of nonsense yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;so soooo sorry..&lt;br /&gt;damn..sorry.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.yupp..&lt;br /&gt;so damn bored now..&lt;br /&gt;just ate dinner.&lt;br /&gt;im depressed.&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be turning a veg.&lt;br /&gt;noww...i just ate meat.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..my mum cut my phone line.&lt;br /&gt;but i got one of those top up sim card thingis.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;hayah...&lt;br /&gt;dono la she..&lt;br /&gt;chee chee pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..ness was makiin fun of this restaurant called chandhini's.&lt;br /&gt;chandi means backside in tamil.&lt;br /&gt;so ya..&lt;br /&gt;was laughing so much about dat..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;oh yaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday present i want top up cards.&lt;br /&gt;alot of top up cards.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;alot alot alooooot.&lt;br /&gt;roargh.&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106829331886242137?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106829331886242137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106829331886242137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829331886242137' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106825632924826031</id><published>2003-11-07T13:52:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T13:52:13.466-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wadduuupp babies...keke &lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was woken up so fuckin early at nics place..&lt;br /&gt;had to go back for friggin tuition!&lt;br /&gt;erk.&lt;br /&gt;yeah la but went for breakfast at killineys wit aunt chy first..&lt;br /&gt;was talking talking like kakia lidat..&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;she told me dat my dads saving up to put up an apartment in australia for me to study there.&lt;br /&gt;haiyah..&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; wanna go can?&lt;br /&gt;aaahh..&lt;br /&gt;sickening knoe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyahh...ya la..den came back for tuition n my dumbass cousin was there already &lt;br /&gt;jeez man come so early..&lt;br /&gt;ya la den she just sat there while i had tution..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tuition we went to lil india. &lt;br /&gt;land of the tamillehs.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...yupp den i got my nose pierced.&lt;br /&gt;woo..i  liiiike.&lt;br /&gt;haha...yupp la...den went for threading..&lt;br /&gt;not bad la...quite cheap cheap.&lt;br /&gt;yupp..&lt;br /&gt;was walking round in the hot sun like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even know where everything was?&lt;br /&gt;we were like...no that! nooo that way!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah was hilarious la..&lt;br /&gt;we ate vegetarian food.&lt;br /&gt;not bad...&lt;br /&gt;i shall contemplate becoming a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah..jokes.&lt;br /&gt;tess becoming a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;that will be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ness's house after that...lak there the whole day la..&lt;br /&gt;my lil cousins an idiot..&lt;br /&gt;she found these stray cats under the block n she picked them up n brought dem home..&lt;br /&gt;so smaaaall..&lt;br /&gt;erk.&lt;br /&gt;i hate cats.&lt;br /&gt;they kept annoying me with dem somemore.&lt;br /&gt;grRrr..&lt;br /&gt;ayooohh...den was helpin ness wit her friendster thingi..&lt;br /&gt;haha yupp laa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening went out wit denis n all..&lt;br /&gt;dont really remember what happened la deyy..&lt;br /&gt;just know dat i felll soooo many times..&lt;br /&gt;have cuts like..all over the place now...&lt;br /&gt;damn man what did i do..&lt;br /&gt;keke..ohh well..&lt;br /&gt;jordache sent me home though..&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home pretty late..&lt;br /&gt;mum was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;dad was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;kev was home n he looked pissed too..&lt;br /&gt;dono la..&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered..&lt;br /&gt;told my mum she could scold me all she wanted the next day..&lt;br /&gt;n i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;didnt even turn the air con on.&lt;br /&gt;jeez...woke up in the middle of the night all sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;ayohh..ya la...dats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants to cut my line for my handphone..&lt;br /&gt;dammitttt la..&lt;br /&gt;fuck her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106825632924826031?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106825632924826031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106825632924826031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106825632924826031' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106809152191806630</id><published>2003-11-05T16:05:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:05:25.530-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyya...keke...hummz...&lt;br /&gt;haha talked to my mum yesterday night..&lt;br /&gt;she's not allowing me to pierce my navel until i'm 15.&lt;br /&gt;but she says she'll take me to go pierce my nose..&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...oon friday im gonna pierce my nose!&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOEEEII.&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;yeah den gona play pool wit cousin nessa.&lt;br /&gt;huppa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allsosoooo.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIC TAN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehe...someone 13 already ahh..&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be FOUR-FUCKING-TEEN already BALLZ!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..awright man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know whats planned for todayy..&lt;br /&gt;later on in tha evening its headed ta grande vista..&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking ta denis on tha phone yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..the sickest conversation ive ever had ballz..&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;-bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants me to take the piolet off the computer..&lt;br /&gt;i simply&lt;br /&gt;refuse.&lt;br /&gt;kekeke...let him do himself lar..&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is stuck!&lt;br /&gt;damn sniggerin annoyance!&lt;br /&gt;rooaaargh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;fucked up la...slept in kev's room last night&lt;br /&gt;dat must be the reason lar!&lt;br /&gt;humph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah la...last night at like 3 plus pat had to go to the clinic for some stomach problem thing&lt;br /&gt;i thought something happened wit his appendix again..&lt;br /&gt;was so damn worried..&lt;br /&gt;jeez man..&lt;br /&gt;its just gastrich..or however yu spell it k..&lt;br /&gt;damn..kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justkeepswimmingswimmingswimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106809152191806630?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106809152191806630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106809152191806630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809152191806630' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106803265518617193</id><published>2003-11-04T23:44:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:44:18.220-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh! my fucking phone is seriously pissing me off no end ok!&lt;br /&gt;the fucking keypad keeps blocking up n screwing all my messages..&lt;br /&gt;erk.&lt;br /&gt;fucking annoying.&lt;br /&gt;and my stoopid parents simply refuse to buy me a new one!&lt;br /&gt;ive had this old chao one for god knows how long already.&lt;br /&gt;erk...fuckfuckfuckfuck laaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sickening.&lt;br /&gt;cant stand...&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter la..&lt;br /&gt;my phone has to be taken away what?&lt;br /&gt;sickening mother of mine.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeerrrgghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissing me off only..&lt;br /&gt;then that fucking shitface DOG oso another one.&lt;br /&gt;keep your fucking face to yourself la!&lt;br /&gt;bladi cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya...&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered la..&lt;br /&gt;fucking annoyances..&lt;br /&gt;bullshit la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to jesse on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;love dat girl soooooo much..&lt;br /&gt;muahmuahmuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekeke...ok aiights...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106803265518617193?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106803265518617193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106803265518617193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106803265518617193' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106801334835158417</id><published>2003-11-04T18:22:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T18:22:31.453-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...no tuition today..woohooeeii man..&lt;br /&gt;yeah..keke..&lt;br /&gt;woke up sooo late this morning...&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet beki go school wit her...&lt;br /&gt;but i overslept!&lt;br /&gt;piggish..keke (:&lt;br /&gt;sorry beki--kinzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...dammit..brandon wants to know the address la!&lt;br /&gt;roargh.&lt;br /&gt;DAT brandon another one..calling me up at all unearthly hours waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;hurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;roargh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stand..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;waaaallauauu...nemind..keke&lt;br /&gt;i got the cap i got the cap!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;iloooove..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaah talking crap lar ok..&lt;br /&gt;stupid what?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...i told my grandma she looked damn nice in her new sunflower orbeet hat.&lt;br /&gt;im a persistent liar lar.&lt;br /&gt;keke she believed me...&lt;br /&gt;but its ok for her to walk around in public like that without people throwing tomatoes at her lar.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...sorrieeee..&lt;br /&gt;ok...eh! &lt;br /&gt;im supposed to go with my cuz on friday to get my navel pierced..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha caaaaant wait.&lt;br /&gt;wohhoooeeiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;my parents want me to go australia to go study there with a cousin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for TWO god damned years!?&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeee..dont want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully wont la..&lt;br /&gt;my family...musketeers..&lt;br /&gt;one go all must go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE.&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/5988791-106801334835158417?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106801334835158417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106801334835158417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801334835158417' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106791855022416023</id><published>2003-11-03T16:02:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T16:09:13.146-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy...haha guess what i just went through..&lt;br /&gt;2 damn hours of grueling tuition.&lt;br /&gt;like...exams are OVVVERRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;gRrRRr..&lt;br /&gt;nevermind laa...&lt;br /&gt;improve my knowledge on the study of mathematics..&lt;br /&gt;go back to school i'll be tha top in class..&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;PHWOOOARRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yuppa...last night slept so late somemmore..&lt;br /&gt;jeez...was talking jesse n denis n nads n james...&lt;br /&gt;whooo..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..but damn funny la...&lt;br /&gt;i was like ..high&lt;br /&gt;damn surprising compared to my ass-ness in the afternoon..&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still crushed over it...but i cant do anything..&lt;br /&gt;guess it just has to be accepted, huh?&lt;br /&gt;just like everything else...no?&lt;br /&gt;but it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being onlines becoming boring..&lt;br /&gt;the same thing is being done over and over..&lt;br /&gt;gotta find something better to do on the computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwahahahha...aud put the pictures we took on sunday uup!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...i look so damn NICE can?&lt;br /&gt;no im kidding...&lt;br /&gt;mehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;aud is like so damn PHOTOGENIC can?&lt;br /&gt;or however u spell that nonsense la k..&lt;br /&gt;kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was raining just now..&lt;br /&gt;i just looooove the rain know?&lt;br /&gt;muahhmuaahhmuaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;rainy dayyyzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;totally crapping now..&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say wat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roargh...i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;MISS SHAUNNA DECRUZ.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about bringing tha drinks cause like...i have stolen sooo muachs from my dad already n he still doesnt know...kekee if he found out i dono la...hell prolly blame on my brothers...haha i try la k..buuuuuut...NOT FREE KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;keke...sorry...just kidding lar!&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i think of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*im beginning to &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt;you more and more.&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/5988791-106791855022416023?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106791855022416023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106791855022416023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791855022416023' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106786264893688350</id><published>2003-11-03T00:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T00:46:55.433-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i've calmed down a little..&lt;br /&gt;its just...sad.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind i dont wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;ok so...read this...its nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew someday it would have to end&lt;br /&gt;I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you my friend&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me that now that day has come&lt;br /&gt;If it's for the best then where is this pain from?&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside that this is what I have to do&lt;br /&gt;but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to appear strong&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I still love you with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;that's not going to change even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;You were my first love and my first kiss&lt;br /&gt;There are so many of our special times I'm going to miss&lt;br /&gt;All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true&lt;br /&gt;But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you&lt;br /&gt;I think you need me as a friend to help you through&lt;br /&gt;because there are things I can't control that are hurting you&lt;br /&gt;We both have issues no one knows of&lt;br /&gt;neither of us had the strength to be true to our love&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;but for now please don't stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here&lt;br /&gt;With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear&lt;br /&gt;The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;But our story won't be over until the day that we die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really sad...i nearly cried...haha...oh well...&lt;br /&gt;will blog soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106786264893688350?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106786264893688350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106786264893688350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106786264893688350' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106785482003636203</id><published>2003-11-02T22:20:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:20:22.763-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey yall...humm ya..&lt;br /&gt;feeling really fucked up today cause of some shit.&lt;br /&gt;argh dammitdammitdammitdammitdammit.&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be so dumb?&lt;br /&gt;i should have known this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could kick myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and just cried.&lt;br /&gt;cried and cried until i couldnt cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i cant think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know where i stand in your life.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant stop thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;haiz..nothing to say already la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im all out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;i keep replaying the scene over and over.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i keep wanting to over n over.&lt;br /&gt;haiz...im gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i hope you know i'd &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; do anything to hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106785482003636203?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106785482003636203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106785482003636203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106785482003636203' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106759992579243097</id><published>2003-10-30T23:32:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T23:32:07.510-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoo boy well school ended today.&lt;br /&gt;im officially not sec one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and it feels shiokin GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;wooooOOo.&lt;br /&gt;hehh...&lt;br /&gt;wells chool was funn...&lt;br /&gt;took loadieees of pictures in class..&lt;br /&gt;ems gona send em to meh..&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke...&lt;br /&gt;yuppa..&lt;br /&gt;i have a new spastic smile.&lt;br /&gt;its fake.&lt;br /&gt;elmo helped me discover it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;br /&gt;ki man..at least i smile right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pif TOSH. kk nana...yuppa la..alot of tha people in my class are goin on ta sec 2 c next year..&lt;br /&gt;im going to 2 b....&lt;br /&gt;roargh. dont want can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biSh. ya la anyway had some concert thingi in school.&lt;br /&gt;so nice hau? they played some sad songs n showed pictures of all those poor people n homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;like...they wanna make whole school cry issit?&lt;br /&gt;idiots.&lt;br /&gt;so out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dey showed a video of the sjc girls at the syf prformance...&lt;br /&gt;damn nice know...&lt;br /&gt;im a sucker for this kinda thing..&lt;br /&gt;i like dance...any kind.&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it didnt really feel like the end of school cause veeryone was just like...happy.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;yupp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayah den after school went to town wit nads.&lt;br /&gt;took cab all the waaay to fareast.&lt;br /&gt;lazylazy people we are huh?&lt;br /&gt;keke..&lt;br /&gt;kaDOOSCHbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around like siao.&lt;br /&gt;walk walk walk walk.keke..&lt;br /&gt;went to get out tattooes done..i got a rose on my calve.&lt;br /&gt;nads got a buttafly on her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;the guy at tha tattoo shop was damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;peipei..yuppa...!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took pictures too! haha gonna use it for my friendster pic thingi...&lt;br /&gt;after i scan it in my computer kk..?&lt;br /&gt;yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;had quite a fun time..&lt;br /&gt;bought a pencil box from lips inc.&lt;br /&gt;n earrings from some unknown shop...keke..&lt;br /&gt;we got lost in far east..&lt;br /&gt;jeez mann...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaahahha! oh ya we bought ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;the guy selling it was like so damn funny...but a lil annoying.&lt;br /&gt;he kept pretending to drop the ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;den he would use this metal stick thing to take the ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;he would use that stick and just whack these BIG bells up..&lt;br /&gt;jeez...so damn HUMILIATING.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah...but was funny la..&lt;br /&gt;in the end the ice cream tasted like poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not nice what?&lt;br /&gt;ask the man play some more larh.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt home nads n i saw this weird man..&lt;br /&gt;he was like...sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;but he was standing?&lt;br /&gt;and his hands were like...going up n down as if he was doing taichi.&lt;br /&gt;like...huh!?&lt;br /&gt;sleepmoving while standing.&lt;br /&gt;have never heard of that before.&lt;br /&gt;we saw the girl infront of him try not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;kekekke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppa then took bus homee...&lt;br /&gt;came home n showed my brother my tattoo giving him a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;den was talking to him...&lt;br /&gt;about getting my abs all..&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...i have to RUN.&lt;br /&gt;the one exercise i just DONT do(as in WANT to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;i dont exercise at ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ANYWAY..ya la!&lt;br /&gt;no nooo!&lt;br /&gt;gurrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kev asked me go for gerards halloween party tonight...&lt;br /&gt;dont know whether i want to..&lt;br /&gt;dont know anyone there...&lt;br /&gt;as in...dont know well la..&lt;br /&gt;heh...we'll see la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keke i gotta go eat n bathe n whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;muahh**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106759992579243097?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106759992579243097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106759992579243097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106759992579243097' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106751486502048500</id><published>2003-10-29T23:54:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:54:18.426-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy...huppa huppa...&lt;br /&gt;school was funn today...keke..&lt;br /&gt;was playing around so much n everyone was laughing like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;rachie bought me a watch?!&lt;br /&gt;like...wooooooo..&lt;br /&gt;thanks gurleh...&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;yuppa.aaa.a.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh after school went wit to meet denis n all at tha court...&lt;br /&gt;was raining like hell..we just went unda one of tha blocks n talked cock la.&lt;br /&gt;tralalala..&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to meet chris den denis n nads wnated to talk to him...&lt;br /&gt;kekekekek...&lt;br /&gt;yuppa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went to meet chris..&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS TO CHRIS,&lt;br /&gt;will not forget this day.&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/5988791-106751486502048500?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106751486502048500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106751486502048500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751486502048500' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106743627884981608</id><published>2003-10-29T02:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T02:04:40.450-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mums making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;erk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know what the hells going on.&lt;br /&gt;i tried talking to you..&lt;br /&gt;you couldnt talk to me properly..&lt;br /&gt;but you could to other people.&lt;br /&gt;what did i do?&lt;br /&gt;erk..whatever la k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ya...bad mooding..&lt;br /&gt;kurkkk...&lt;br /&gt;hateithateithateithateit&lt;br /&gt;hate youu!!&lt;br /&gt;erkkkk........!!&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;cant be botheres already la k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead ruin me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106743627884981608?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106743627884981608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106743627884981608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743627884981608' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106743391573735270</id><published>2003-10-29T01:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:25:17.056-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy yall..haha&lt;br /&gt;yupp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erlier on nads came to my place...&lt;br /&gt;laughed like idiots at the sjc news letter...&lt;br /&gt;nana was caught bhangra dancing on picture...&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke....&lt;br /&gt;was laughing n laughing...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate lunch..&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti...yummmm..&lt;br /&gt;yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet denis near his house there...&lt;br /&gt;jesse couldnt come...haiz&lt;br /&gt;yupp...&lt;br /&gt;den sat unda tha block talk cock..&lt;br /&gt;relak unda block oni...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;step meena seh...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we played truth or dare..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...so funn...&lt;br /&gt;yuppa yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;did so much stupid stuff...&lt;br /&gt;keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp...now's really weird..&lt;br /&gt;alot of nonsense going on..&lt;br /&gt;hayoohh...&lt;br /&gt;so sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! im gonna get a tatoo..heh..&lt;br /&gt;my babiee's name..on my stomach or back...&lt;br /&gt;not real la...few months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babieee called just now&lt;br /&gt;had a niceee loooooooong talk..&lt;br /&gt;hahahah yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later larhs.&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ikissedthecard----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106743391573735270?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106743391573735270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106743391573735270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743391573735270' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106740748349110931</id><published>2003-10-28T18:04:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T18:04:45.020-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaaahhhhhhhhh i keep changing everything...keke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106740748349110931?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106740748349110931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106740748349110931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740748349110931' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106740692029796483</id><published>2003-10-28T17:55:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:55:21.916-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry yall had to change to here cause i dont want my brothers reading all this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to school today again...&lt;br /&gt;thursaday and friaday must go...&lt;br /&gt;cause like...last week of school.&lt;br /&gt;gots ta see tha people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOIN UP TO SEC 2 NORMAL NEXT YEAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK BALLZ!!&lt;br /&gt;awRIIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...yuppa...yuppa yesterday went ta the court after nads house wit nads n jess...&lt;br /&gt;nads aunty helped me sew my uniform..&lt;br /&gt;*smOoches ahteh*&lt;br /&gt;yuppa...nads n her aunty are like so damn close...&lt;br /&gt;unfair...(if only my maid understood more english, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naddalikins is comin ova soon...&lt;br /&gt;WEEHHEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;jess cant come today she goin to meet primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;keke...yuppa yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to mybabieee on the phone&lt;br /&gt;hes going to buy me a car.-wink*&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:"i want beeeeeg one"&lt;br /&gt;him:"BEEEEEG one i buy"&lt;br /&gt;me:"i REALLY want beeeeeg one"&lt;br /&gt;him: "huh really arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness....silly thing... &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm like..freckling COLD.&lt;br /&gt;*bbRRrrr*&lt;br /&gt;the air con hasnt been turned off yet due to my laziness n bum-like attitude.&lt;br /&gt;keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106740692029796483?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106740692029796483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106740692029796483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740692029796483' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106715749569720343</id><published>2003-10-25T21:38:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T21:38:16.000-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from shopping with my mum..&lt;br /&gt;hoo im tired..&lt;br /&gt;shop shop shop shop...&lt;br /&gt;hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny we had no time so we were like running everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;jeez man..hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new skirt n 3 new tops..n earrings&lt;br /&gt;keke...wanted to buy more but we really had no time..&lt;br /&gt;my mum said next week we'll go again..'&lt;br /&gt;wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppa yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;going for mass soon...&lt;br /&gt;after mass will be going for dinner wit besties n denis n pat i think...&lt;br /&gt;dono who else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh yea..&lt;br /&gt;dat night pat saw me smoke...&lt;br /&gt;i thought he would like totally saPLOOSH me up!&lt;br /&gt;but he didnt...&lt;br /&gt;he didnt do anything..&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he doesnt care!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boo hoo..hahahahah...nevermind la..&lt;br /&gt;ILOVE MY BRADEEEEE...!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was talking to mole on tha phone late at night..&lt;br /&gt;shouting shouting soooo much!&lt;br /&gt;incorrigable mann...&lt;br /&gt;heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoo hoo...blasting guilty by blue on piolet.&lt;br /&gt;haiz...&lt;br /&gt;its sucha sad song..&lt;br /&gt;tear----&lt;br /&gt;ohhh well...oh oh oh oh OH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sugar sugar is a FUCKING nice songg!!!!&lt;br /&gt;by baby beesh.&lt;br /&gt;like...woahhh&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...im gona get ready for mass noww..byeeeee dahlins..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106715749569720343?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106715749569720343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106715749569720343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106715749569720343' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106714686469492574</id><published>2003-10-25T17:41:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:41:04.920-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from bishan..&lt;br /&gt;went to meet chris n jessie n nic n cleff..&lt;br /&gt;in that end nic couldnt come n i was left alone wit those 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those three&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...yupp la...was funn la...&lt;br /&gt;was just hanging outt... talking n laughing like idiots...&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new pair of jeans...&lt;br /&gt;hayoohhh...my mums still not back from church,&lt;br /&gt;im hungryy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrRRrr..&lt;br /&gt;talkin to travvy n nic chris now...&lt;br /&gt;jessies on tha fon...&lt;br /&gt;annoyance..hes singing tha chihuahua song..&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;oh yay chris is gonna call...&lt;br /&gt;haha..:)&lt;br /&gt;yuppa yuppa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh i havnt spoken to my babyy in sucha long time.&lt;br /&gt;-wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;ya la ya la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream last night...&lt;br /&gt;shall spare the corny details ..&lt;br /&gt;but ya...&lt;br /&gt;alls i can say is im a hopeless romantic..beyond help le.&lt;br /&gt;but i mean,&lt;br /&gt;not my fault right?&lt;br /&gt;i cant control what i dream.&lt;br /&gt;but i liked it!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohh yay im gona be going to jessies place tomorrow with amy&lt;br /&gt;chris gonna be there&lt;br /&gt;n cleff too..&lt;br /&gt;funn funn.. :)&lt;br /&gt;chros wants to talk..&lt;br /&gt;hurr hurr...&lt;br /&gt;kekekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be meeting besties nadz n jesse later on for mass&lt;br /&gt;woohoooooo.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;yuppa yuppa... lunch now...&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[imissuu----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106714686469492574?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106714686469492574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106714686469492574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714686469492574' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106708806642235449</id><published>2003-10-25T01:21:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:21:06.750-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so yesterday...really fun day..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;was denis's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;met denis n pat n nads at gardens..&lt;br /&gt;went to tavistock park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n nad had to go for my neighbour's deepavali party thingi first so we met them later.&lt;br /&gt;michelle n jesse came later on..&lt;br /&gt;they went to the park first..&lt;br /&gt;me n pat n nads came later on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kev came too..&lt;br /&gt;dey were all talkin to denis n pat..&lt;br /&gt;waiting waiting..&lt;br /&gt;den kev n pat left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started drinking...&lt;br /&gt;got high..&lt;br /&gt;i smoked...goodnessss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of shit happened.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fucking &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the person didnt mean a damn fuck thing he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called rachel rod..n screwed her up for god knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;im so so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was lying down smoking..&lt;br /&gt;pat came..&lt;br /&gt;damn &lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt; man..&lt;br /&gt;he brought me home all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he didnt say anything..&lt;br /&gt;thank god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this morning...&lt;br /&gt;my mum was like...&lt;br /&gt;your brother knows how to cover up for you ah...&lt;br /&gt;so how was getting mabuk at the park yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;i was like...?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha in the night kev n his friends came home..&lt;br /&gt;SOO NOISY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk...incorrigable..&lt;br /&gt;james n stuart came to my room was talking to me n nads..&lt;br /&gt;they were high..&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;yupp n james took a picture of me!!&lt;br /&gt;roargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayohhh...dey were acting like stupids.&lt;br /&gt;talking to the wall all...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha weirded la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupp den today nads was still here...slacked around the house...&lt;br /&gt;watched tv...played computer...&lt;br /&gt;dats it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nads left...i went online...was talking to jessie n his friends.&lt;br /&gt;met chris.&lt;br /&gt;he's a damn nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;weirded though..&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to marry him..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha...ki siao.&lt;br /&gt;den ya la...fooled around wit tha computa for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;called jesse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to her now...haiyohh damn bored laa...&lt;br /&gt;k im gonna go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[now i know your words mean&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106708806642235449?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106708806642235449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106708806642235449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supastarr.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106708806642235449' title=''/><author><name>tessa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678854530309716496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5988791.post-106708682597323068</id><published>2003-10-25T01:00:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:00:26.580-12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha...new address..same stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppa yuppa...will update soon...have to do the blogga stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[stuck----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5988791-106708682597323068?l=supastarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106708682597323068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5988791/posts/default/106708682597323068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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