<?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-4217673484585225823</id><updated>2012-02-10T04:44:25.173-08:00</updated><category term='secret'/><category term='haiti'/><category term='sad'/><category term='formspring'/><category term='poem'/><category term='ambitions'/><category term='disney'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='2011'/><category term='free'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='wait'/><category term='song'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='garden'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='yuna'/><category term='hair'/><category term='help'/><category term='curry'/><category term='beautiful'/><category 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term='fairytale'/><category term='questions'/><category term='chinese'/><title type='text'>C'est la Vie~</title><subtitle type='html'>Life of a starfish</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5014491054671532403</id><published>2012-02-10T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:44:25.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beautiful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly'/><title type='text'>Beautiful | Ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful and ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both such powerful words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both can move someone to tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can call a girl ugly as a joke, and she'll laugh it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the thing is, if you call a girl ugly once, her self esteem has already been lowered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call her ugly twice, she tries to shake it off, but damage has been done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Call her ugly three times, she forgets all the other compliments she's ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compare her to other girls, that just breaks her even further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She frowns, but she hurts others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She smiles, but she hurts herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She looks at herself in the mirror and all she see's is somebody who just isn't good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She realizes why she's alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon, her self esteem will be non&amp;nbsp;existent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing is, nobody knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because she fakes a smile everywhere she goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody notices she avoids mirrors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody notices her silences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nobody notices that she tries her best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All because of that word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time someone has noticed, no amount of words can save her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Screw Valentine's day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5014491054671532403?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5014491054671532403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5014491054671532403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5014491054671532403'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a year it has been. Saying it was eventful would be an understatement. This year was filled with surprises,&amp;nbsp;achievements&amp;nbsp;and memories which will last a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My trip to Melbourne in March would have to be the highlight of the year. Even if things didn't really go as planned, spending time with family and friends made it all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and not to mention getting my beloved Golden Retriever, Macey :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The downside however would have to be my birthday shortly after. When I ran away from home and stayed with my uncle, just until my mother came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With everything that's happened, I'm grateful for it all and everyone who has stayed by my side. Even if it wasn't always a positive outcome, I admit that I did start to believe that there wasn't always a positive side to everything, but it really did happen. Before I even knew it, everything had gotten better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why people need to start focusing on the positives in life instead of the negatives. There is always a positive side to a situation, no matter how small it is. Even though it can sometimes be hard to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much stuff has happened this year and I feel as if I've grown so much emotionally. It's hard to believe that it's all come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's why my resolution for the new year will be to look before I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope everyone had a year as great as mine was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1715832665855916431?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1715832665855916431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1715832665855916431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1715832665855916431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1715832665855916431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6254162514222605519</id><published>2011-12-13T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T03:57:29.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Holiday Spirit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's that time of the year again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Christmas just around the corner, the holiday decorations and lights illuminate the CBD. People Christmas shopping for their loved ones, and not to mention the massive department store sales. But with Christmas also comes the end of the year once again. The time where I often reflect on the outcome of the year has been, and realizing how quickly time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can hardly believe it's already the end of 2011. Even the memories of 2010 are as if it had happened yesterday. Not saying that anything happened this year. 2011 has been another eventful year, with surprises popping up everywhere. I realize now that I have enjoyed this year much more than the previous. And not to mention I've kept my new years resolutions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bring on 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6254162514222605519?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6254162514222605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6254162514222605519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6254162514222605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6254162514222605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-spirit.html' title='Holiday Spirit?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-32922267775145434</id><published>2011-11-16T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T07:31:10.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long time no post.. Again :l hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I've just been caught up in spending time with the family and working, plus I got a doggy not too long ago and all that has been eating up my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;With recent event, I've learned quite a lot regarding where people stand, and what people come before others.&lt;br /&gt;For example, the whole concept of having feelings for somebody is really such a tedious process. The stress of wondering whether that person likes you back, how shattered you get when they don't speak to you, and the intense joy of being in their presence. All those emotions heightened just for one person can't be healthy. Thankfully I am past that stage. I'm also past the stage where I thought it felt strange not having feelings for somebody. But the feeling of not being tied down and worrying all the time over one person has overcome all that, and I don't really look back either.&lt;br /&gt;During this period I've managed to meet new people, stay close to a few friends and realize the love from family and friends are a lot more important than just one person.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I see how silly I used to be, wasting all my time on one person when they didn't even think of me once, I'm glad that I've become the me I am today.&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I've managed to have found a job, focused more on my studies and take care of a new family member as well as visiting my beloved cousin all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Life is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-32922267775145434?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/32922267775145434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=32922267775145434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/32922267775145434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/32922267775145434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6698495600130791691</id><published>2011-09-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T04:18:57.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realized that I don't really blog much anymore, but not much has actually happened lately.&lt;div&gt;One good thing is that spring is finally here. I've missed the cool air and sunny days, accompanied by the sound of birds in the early mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pink blossoms on the peach trees reminds me that the simplest things can instantly brighten somebody's day. Moments like these unfortunately do not last forever, hence the reason why I have to stop thinking about the past and look forward to the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I have managed to turn forward, I must admit I do glance back at times. The memories are so vivid, I can't help but miss them even after knowing that it isn't good for me at all. But I manage to shake it away quickly. I do wonder though if you remember what I do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knows? Who cares. I'm nearing the top of my Ferris Wheel and nothing can bring me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6698495600130791691?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6698495600130791691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6698495600130791691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6698495600130791691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6698495600130791691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-realized-that-i-dont-really-blog-much.html' title=''/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-3039310238414907809</id><published>2011-08-30T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T04:31:12.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the mistake of reading old messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just did nothing but bring back memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really did lead me on. No doubt about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone I've told, everyone I've shown, they all agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But matter how much you deny it, you do lead girls on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder though, perhaps it's my karma for doing wrong as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more I think about it, the more true it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to know something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did you feel anything at all? Or is it just something you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever it was I try my best not to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so strange, when people ask me why, I am unable to answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps I'm just meant to be forever alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes a lot of sense actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-3039310238414907809?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3039310238414907809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=3039310238414907809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3039310238414907809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3039310238414907809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-9161815544927673822</id><published>2011-08-14T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:20:05.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's 4am..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That definitely is not true. Words can be as painful as a thousand knives piercing your chest until you bleed to death. I myself have been hurt countless times, pretty much in every way possible. Family, friends, and my non existent love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which makes me wonder, what have I done wrong? Have I messed up the lines of equality when it comes to relationship matters? Did I do something wrong? Or is there just something wrong with me? Twenty years and counting of being single. Pretty sure that isn't normal. Everybody has someone or had someone. They have all experienced that warmth. What have I experienced? Just cold harsh words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in my opinion, there is no such thing as romance. It is all just a make believe concept which was strongly exaggerated by Disney and sold off to Hallmark. That's all there is to it. Nothing more, nothing less. We are all so blinded by this concept that everybody craves it. If we never really civilized, then there would not have been this problem. You see, animals do not feel love, they do not get hurt when their "crush" tells them they like somebody else. But for some reason we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of this, I got hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because of this, I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I might as well just let them know my true feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it is far too late to look silly now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just hope I have enough courage, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-9161815544927673822?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/9161815544927673822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=9161815544927673822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/9161815544927673822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/9161815544927673822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones.html' title='So it&apos;s 4am..'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-828616642189064186</id><published>2011-08-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:22:18.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selfish rant</title><content type='html'>So walking out of class/skipping seems to become a much more common habit of mine. Mainly the reason being because I just cannot stand sitting in a class for a certain amount of time. All I do is doze off and daydream or sleep.&lt;div&gt;For some reason all I seem to feel is negativity these days. Especially when I'm alone. My thoughts and memories overwhelm me and I'm just left into a state of.. I'd say depression but that is overrated. So sadness. What on earth happened to me. What am I doing to myself should be the question. I'm just constantly letting myself be fucked over again and again. So many times that I should be used to it by now, but I guess the time I was happy was when I was myself and no one could come even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a pretty horrible day for me. I cannot believe how weak I seem to be when there's no one around. It made me think about so many things. My eyes have finally opened and everything emotionally related has completely shut out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i. To be honest, I pretty much hate you right now. I never would have thought to go to those kinds of extremes and to tell me those things. I mean, I thought you were pretty strange at first, but you actually did hurt me in way too many ways for me to forgive you. You are dead to me from now on. The majority of where I'm from hates you so I suggest you never come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii. You're occasionally rude, you are a slut no matter how much you try to justify. And that's all I can think is wrong with you. What sucks is that  you seem to be hot and cold, and because of this reason I cannot be bothered with you any more. You can go fuck around and contract fucking chlamydia for all I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iii. You were meant to be there for me no matter what. But you left for your fail of a boyfriend. I miss you and I miss our good times together. Those memories really are something I hold onto. I was so clean when I was with you. Nothing corrupted me and look at what happened after you decided to become Miss Whipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iv. Uni I hate you. There's just so much due and it's just piling on top of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;v. I'm slowly losing my closest friends. Everybody is moving on, everybody is in a relationship and have no time for me any more. Even friends who aren't in relationships though seem to be distancing themselves from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vi. I don't want to be told "it's going to be all right" or be comforted. I'm over all this bullshit happiness. I know I'm not going to stay in this state forever, so can you please let me be. Everybody needs their down times and for some reason mine seems to have lasted for quite some time. But I need to be here. I need to shut the world out, re-isolate myself and allow nobody to come quite as close as they used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only person who has stuck by me truly for the longest time is Dianne. And for that I am grateful. To the rest of you, I'm not going to be a bitch to your face because I don't want to be seen as that kind of person, so I just say goodbye for now. I don't feel like talking to any body for a while unless it really is urgent because I'm sick of all this. Fake friends, dog friends, people who fuck me over. Just please leave me. Tell me that you hate me, tell me the things you've always wanted to tell me. I just need to feel that blow so I can get up on my feet again and start fresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucks is that I tell myself these things, but I know I can't hold this shit up. Or I'll go back to the state where I just need myself and become the person who I hate. In both games though, I'll just break down again. But right now, getting revenge seems good, and I feel like being a bitch again. So I guess I'll choose that path for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty exciting really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first, I need a drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-828616642189064186?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/828616642189064186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=828616642189064186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/828616642189064186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/828616642189064186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/selfish-rant.html' title='selfish rant'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4996714252270686825</id><published>2011-08-02T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:08:58.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>12am rant</title><content type='html'>I have days like today where I just hate the world and every living thing. Nothing seems to be going right and all I can think about is other people or things.&lt;div&gt;I think I talk to you too much. It's making me weaker and weaker every time we speak. Main reason being I have no idea what you're thinking and I'm already in that place where it hurts. Not only is this not good for me, but also it is becoming something I can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I expected this drifting away would come about eventually, I just held onto the hope that it wouldn't come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe this is all in my head. Maybe I'm just being irrational. But it feels different than what it used to be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate feeling like this. Its almost as if I'm just wasting my time on useless people who care nothing for me and probably don't even give a shit about me. I miss having no one on my mind. No one to keep me occupied and with my mind set on completing my work and degree. It really is a great feeling, not being emotionally attached to someone because honestly they just drain you, either because you don't know what they're thinking or if they feel the same way because of the mixed messages, and it also doesn't help that I know nothing about you or how you act towards other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it's too late. I would honestly be better off knowing rather than constantly stress over small things and end up over analyzing the situation.&lt;br /&gt;But I do realize I'm being a hypocrite when I say I miss the long chats, but I also miss being independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being free and not being chained to the floor. I miss having a strong inside which no one would come close to touching. I miss being strong and being able to get over something in just a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it all changed last year when I foolishly let down my guard for a while, only for my heart to be thrashed and abused until I was nothing but an empty shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I didn't have enough time for me to rebuild the walls to their full potential when you came. Now once again I'm all over the place, trying to look for the pieces of myself which I've lost over this one year. Parts of me have left me for good, however I know that others are somewhere, I just have to look hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it was a good experience to have let down my walls for a little. Because of that I was able to know the true harm of feelings. It sucks because even though you can't see it, they have the potential to haunt you for the rest of your life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to try to get everything back on track. Rebuilding the walls and go back into hiding once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step one would be deactivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm determined to make things work out my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I'm being selfish, but I just see this as heart-rehabilitation time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4996714252270686825?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4996714252270686825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4996714252270686825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4996714252270686825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4996714252270686825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/08/12am-rant.html' title='12am rant'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8685733025395012155</id><published>2011-07-30T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:00:29.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Looking at old photos and posts from 2oo9. Remembering feelings and good times before the tainting. It makes me realize how much I've done for you and how little you appreciated it. No matter what the situation, you always had that so called bitch attitude towards me, and so that's the reason why you know nothing about me now whatsoever. Even back then I hid things from you. I told you it's hard for me to get jealous and somehow you constantly put me to the test. What were your intentions? Why did you act like I wasn't there when I clearly was?&lt;div&gt;I guess in the end, I'm somehow glad I distanced myself from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or was it you who distanced yourself from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8685733025395012155?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8685733025395012155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8685733025395012155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8685733025395012155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8685733025395012155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_30.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1983265851589092832</id><published>2011-07-21T07:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T07:11:26.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>The smallest drop of water can cause the largest ripple.&lt;div&gt;The smallest whisper can cause the largest lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smallest feeling can cause the most amount of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People believe that small things do not matter. But they are unaware of what the future outcome of their actions are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*  *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say life is a game of cards, that's the most perfect description I can give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the mistake of playing too many cards because I thought I had known for sure my opponents hand, however I did not realize that what I saw was misleading.. Even though the person had those cards, they chose not to play them in the specific order, making me lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this present scenario, I have my cards, and my opponent has theirs. This game is played slowly, and I'm more cautious of what I'm placing down. I can't be foolish and play like I used to, not only because I'm afraid of loss, but also because I have no clue what their hand is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing I'm afraid of is that I'll be too slow, and lose once again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1983265851589092832?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1983265851589092832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1983265851589092832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1983265851589092832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1983265851589092832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8288465820092953497</id><published>2011-06-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:13:01.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As the weather gets colder, so do the memories, the thoughts, and the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;The chilling air rips right through me as if I'm some kind of weak object. As the skies turn grey, so do my thoughts. As the sky weeps, everything I feel seems to collapse into a pile of confusion, with only my outer shell still in tact.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that winter does bring out the worst in me. I do get sad when the grey clouds loom over me. Memories do come flooding back when I'm walking around alone outside. But for some reason, I'm not completely sad. It's almost as if I'm bittersweet. The memories are nice but that's really all they are. I'm doing my best to keep everything the same but it isn't as easy as it seems. People have a tendency to push each other away, but wonder if the pushing away is to make room for new arrivals? You push people away because you know subconsciously that you're going to meet someone, or know someone who will take their place.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty strange if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;starfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8288465820092953497?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8288465820092953497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8288465820092953497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8288465820092953497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8288465820092953497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/06/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7836620025276517688</id><published>2011-05-17T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:24:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstandings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Misunderstandings can be probably one of the worst things which may happen. Whether it be between family members, friends, or your significant other, either way, someone is going to get hurt, or maybe be caught up in some kind of endless feud. Because of these reasons, people stop talking or contacting eachother, maybe for the right amount of time, or maybe for too long. If it does happen to be too long, things get bad. When they realise it was all just a common misunderstanding, it may be too late to go back to change whatever went wrong. Things will never be the same, either you have moved on, or the other. The past is the past. There is nothing you can ever do about it, except look back and realise what happened, and only wish that things were back to the way they were before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which in fact reminds me of a quote which is written at the beginning of my diary;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forward&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Soren Kierkegaard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Excuse me if that makes no sense, written in a hurry :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7836620025276517688?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7836620025276517688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7836620025276517688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7836620025276517688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7836620025276517688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/05/misunderstandings.html' title='Misunderstandings'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-374242411740053621</id><published>2011-04-23T03:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T04:14:52.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly do not understand how the fuck I can do this anymore. You abuse me for no reason. You yell at me even when I've done nothing wrong. The only thing you say to me are just words to break my self esteem. You think I'm pathetic. You think I'm useless. You give me a knife and tell me to kill myself because the world will be better. You physically abuse not only me, but the people I love. I was told to keep this all a secret. The red marks and bruises were just from me being clumsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all I can do is cry into a pillow and feel sorry for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you won't even let me do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's alright, because you hate me as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the worst is, you are meant to be my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's too bad that I only see you as a stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-374242411740053621?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/374242411740053621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=374242411740053621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/374242411740053621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/374242411740053621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-3259801465271383118</id><published>2011-03-24T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:54:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just had one of my every so often breakdowns. It usually happens when I can't take anymore shit thats going on and just pour it all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll list them for you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Failed my human bio test and stressing out that if I fail that unit, I'll get kicked out of my course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Got really upset about a certain dog friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Two dog friends actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Haven't started my assignments yet and stressing about those too, but just sitting here writing this up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- And no-one to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feel so much better after letting it out though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-3259801465271383118?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3259801465271383118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=3259801465271383118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3259801465271383118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3259801465271383118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-i-just-had-one-of-my-every-so-often.html' title=''/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6691966489324768790</id><published>2011-03-18T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T08:29:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://assets.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep having this dream. A dream where I'm standing outside a large, double story, white house with golden rims. The doors are made of glass and huge Victorian style windows reaching the ceiling to the floor decorate the sides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I close my eyes, I see the neighbourhood so clearly, probably because I've visited that place so many times before. Walking down the grey gravel streets that the house is on, there are many beautiful houses. To my left, there is sort of a slope, a house on higher ground, where a young man sits on the front lawn listening to his ipod. I look ahead and I see a large red bricked double story house with cream gates. I walk past these houses and turn right and left, kinda like a half circle. I keep walking until I reach the middle house and there I am. The white house with the golden gates and rims. And at that moment, I find myself in some sort of a trance which I am unable to escape. All I can do is just stare outside this mysterious white house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The strange thing is however, in my most recent dream of this place, there was a man who stood next to me. I never got a chance to see his full face in the dream, yet he asked me a question, "did you know that there's a sad story which comes with this house?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confused, I reply "No sir, I haven't heard"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man says nothing, however I had a feeling that explained it well. A lady used to live there, who waited for her husband everyday, who never returned from the war.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strange huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6691966489324768790?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6691966489324768790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6691966489324768790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6691966489324768790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6691966489324768790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4759451777338734231</id><published>2011-03-07T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:04:29.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step closer to winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well it's autumn again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That time of year when the fresh green colours become a fiery mix of reds, yellows and oranges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the burning sun and the sound of gulls are replaced by the sounds of waves crashing and those cool sea breezes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a feeling this autumn isn't going to be the same though, which makes me wonder, why is it that when the season gets cold, the trees become warm? The colour I mean, of course. The warm colours compliment the chilling atmosphere, almost giving off a sense of warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess that's just one of life's many mysteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4759451777338734231?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4759451777338734231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4759451777338734231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4759451777338734231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4759451777338734231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-step-closer-to-winter.html' title='One step closer to winter'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4257638774650993112</id><published>2011-03-01T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T04:45:08.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats what everyone wears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether it be a personality mask, or one from wearing make-up, no-one is truly themselves when you first meet them. Make up is worn to cover imperfections, to highlight features, while their true face is hidden beneath all of it. But when it is removed, you see the truth. Its the same with personalities. People with ugly personalities cover over it with sweetness or kindness. Never does anyone know what someone is really like when they first meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all hidden beneath a mask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A deception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4257638774650993112?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4257638774650993112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4257638774650993112&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4257638774650993112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4257638774650993112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/03/masks.html' title='Masks'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1084566090906350015</id><published>2011-02-10T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:52:11.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for my absence ahaha just living summer to its max :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyways, the ultimate hallmark holiday is back, Valentines Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My post last year about it does sound quite bitter however, I really do not understand why on earth people believe it is such a special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you truly love them, you would show it to them every day and not wait for Valentines just to shower them with your affection. But yeah short post coz I'm feeling a little sick haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1084566090906350015?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1084566090906350015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1084566090906350015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1084566090906350015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1084566090906350015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7404911037743137538</id><published>2010-12-30T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T08:05:35.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To say this year was eventful would be an understatement. It may come across as a bad year for me, however I came to terms that it was really more of a bittersweet kind of a year. I've crossed paths with some amazing people and with wonderful memories attached. I've also become so close to some of my friends that now we read eachother just like a book. But having something gained will also lead to something lost. I lost my grandmother in August, and now not very close with one of my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But to the people who I've met, and become so much closer to, thankyou so much for experiencing the shit and shine through this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dianne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I.LOVE.YOU. Words cannot describe how much you mean to me. I'm so glad we became so close this year even though we go to separate universities. You've helped me through my worst when everything was going wrong and you've stuck by me this whole time. We've shared laughs together, and tears all throughout the year. I hope our friendship won't change and will remain as it is today even after a gazillion years!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm so glad I met you during that first day in human bio labs. I was honestly pretty damn scared that noone would befriend me in that class until you showed up behind me with a kind smile. Thankyou for staying by my side and embracing me with your legendary presence ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Brian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Meeting you was probably one of the highlights of the year! I didn't even expect that you'd become one of my bestest friends and thankyou so much for the Christmas gift for me and Dianne. I owe you muchly! You have been one of the most awesomest people I've met this year and its so great we go to the same uni so we can just bump into eachother randomly! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nicholas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who would've thought a girl from Perth would become friends with a guy from Melbourne so easily? Thankyou for flying all the way across the country and sharing your smiles and laughter with me. Even though we don't talk that much anymore, I won't forget the awesome memories! I hope all is well, and I will see you in the new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Gabriel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LOL pretty funny how we started talking this year after hating on eachother during highschool hey! Thanks for being an awesome friend and becoming this whole new person that I didn't even get a glimpse of during highschool! And thankyou for listening to my silly rants about random shiz LOL hope all is well :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Grandmother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I miss you every single day. It's so hard to believe you left so quickly, and the last conversation we had will always stay with me. Thankyou for loving me. Thankyou for accepting my flaws. Thankyou for seeing the good in me when everyone else couldn't. When you told me by the time I'd realise how much everything meant to me you wouldn't be here anymore, I took it all too lightly. I'm sorry for not realising sooner and I'm sorry I never got a chance to hear your voice after. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thats only a few of the people, but I'm so grateful to everyone who has crossed paths with me this year. The memories and experiences shared have been absolutely beautiful. It truly has been a very eventful year, and maybe my most unforgettable. I love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Happy new years everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7404911037743137538?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7404911037743137538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7404911037743137538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I knew the rules,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I knew what was at stake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I knew how to win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but I never played my cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8046516665528389512?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6713161291255965135</id><published>2010-11-30T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:38:26.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people crave attention, and will do whatever it takes for them to have the spotlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whether it be acting, or pretending to be someone, or something they're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people may change their attitudes towards a certain issue, only to try and fit in with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people do things for themselves. Others do things for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people may do things for other people, but to advantage themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people may do things for themselves, to advantage others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Unfortunately there are many people who are extremely selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And will only do things which will benefit themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But that's just how society runs I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You just gotta learn how to live with these people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I value individuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So be yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An original is worth a lot more than a copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6713161291255965135?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6713161291255965135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6713161291255965135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6713161291255965135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6713161291255965135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-people.html' title='Some people'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1510256816271809076</id><published>2010-11-28T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:49:00.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are not always what they seem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The majority of the people you meet and everyone you see, they are masking their personality, hiding behind a figure, an alter ego of sorts, which may or may not be the best thing. Some people may act to be the fakest person alive, pretending that they are your friend, but spreading nasty rumours or being mean to you behind your back. But those are just the horrible masks we wear, even myself, I try to make out that I'm an optimistic, strong willed girl who cannot be broken. That's the type of person I want people to see I am. Why? Because I hate burdening people with unnecessary problems, thoughts, paranoia or even just doubts I have running through my mind. I don't want people to feel sorry for me, nor do I want their sympathy. Even so, I am just like any other person you might meet. I have my doubts, my fear, my paranoia. Only the closest of my close friends have seen me at my worst. Like that day during the horrible winter, when everything was falling apart and there was nothing I could do about it, I had went to visit my friend at the hospital, where she gave me a shoulder to cry on and tell me that everything would be alright. For me to have shown that side in public was a huge risk, because then others would have been able to see the real me, and have a direct link to my weakness, but since my friend was there, it had felt like it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A master of deception, now that is what is truly admirable, not necessarily in a good way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So the title, "Things are not always the way they seem", may be one of the most realistic point of view I have come across. There is always more than one side to story, there is always a reason why some people have become who they are, or a deeper, and more deceiving link which lies just beneath the cracks, hard to see, but not impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1510256816271809076?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1510256816271809076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1510256816271809076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1510256816271809076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1510256816271809076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-are-not-always-what-they-seem.html' title='Things are not always what they seem.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-9039380208749025047</id><published>2010-11-09T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:27:08.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can feel you slowly slipping away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The memories disappearing, falling through the gaps between my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The problem is, I don't know whether or not I want to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been living a delusion ever since everything happened, everyone knows how much it hurts me, and they all tell me that it isn't worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't listen to them. I still lived in a false world where everything seemed perfect. A world where the only drive I had left were the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But now I think I'm coming to realise what I'm really doing. How stupid I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I'm stuck in this position where I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Listen to everyone? Or listen to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw don't you hate it when someone does not understand what go away means?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kill me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-9039380208749025047?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4927367813574665178</id><published>2010-11-06T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T04:38:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;So today marks the 100th day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Amazing how fast time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4927367813574665178?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4927367813574665178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1412985941020217665</id><published>2010-10-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T08:15:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:\</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even this year has been so eventful, as it edges closer towards the end, I find myself wanting to hold onto the last remaining moments, refusing to let this year end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So many unforgettable moments have happened this year, both happy and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I don't want to refer to it all as just something that has happened "last year".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want everything to become just a memory of 2o1o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1412985941020217665?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7897037548080232634</id><published>2010-10-10T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T03:13:24.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before I fall asleep, a sudden surge of memories always fills my mind, leaving me hopelessly trying to relive them. Because of this, I dream about it as well. It becomes a make believe fantasy, everything seems so perfect, too perfect, before I realize that it is a dream, and wake up to the bittersweet morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not exaggerating when I say it happens every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7897037548080232634?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7897037548080232634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7897037548080232634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7897037548080232634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7897037548080232634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh.html' title='ahh'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-82414165071209863</id><published>2010-09-16T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:49:44.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uni update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marketing100 - Behind as hell. Don't understand the concepts of marketing. So pointless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human Biology 133 - Repeating. Failing. If failed, expulsion. Fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Practice of Public Health - Alright. But lack motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Psychology 123 - Failing. Behind as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what has happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Godmothereffingdammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad its past census date so I can't drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to bring out the inner nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Facebook deactivation and MSN ban it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-82414165071209863?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/82414165071209863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=82414165071209863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/82414165071209863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/82414165071209863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/09/uni-update.html' title='uni update.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7624369427113427912</id><published>2010-09-12T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:55:58.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spring is here, but I'm not feeling it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The cool, crisp air, the bright butterflies, the busy bees, the happy birds, the beautiful wildflowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything that I love is appearing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, I still can't shrug off the feeling of being so down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I just have to deal with it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too many unforgettable memories still linger in my head. I push them aside for the meantime, but somehow they just keep coming back, reminding me of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I'm just the same, silly girl I was last year. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't repeat any of my own mistakes, but you just can't help it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emotions and feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one can see them, many people are able to hide them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Invisible to the eye, yet still so powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So powerful, yet much too fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are so many things that I want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but I'm too scared of getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7624369427113427912?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7624369427113427912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7624369427113427912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes you gotta clear yourself from all the pain and hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only then, are you able to see everything from a much clearer point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Almost as if its clearing away the clouds, so we are able to see the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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post'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4819299087405033076</id><published>2010-08-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:57:05.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Emotions.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She told me that people believe what we say, not what we feel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So the nicest people may also be the cruellest.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of being so down all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of having to put that fake smile on all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sick of having to say that I'm fine when I'm really not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People ask me how I'm doing. I have absolutely no clue on how to answer that. So I just respond with "I'm fine". I know its a lie, but people believe it anyway. I don't want to burden other people with my feelings. I don't want to be seen as the "sad girl". Even if I don't want these things, I'm still silently hoping that someone will notice that I'm not myself. That these smiles and laughter are all fake. That may have been who I really was a month ago, but right now, I'm able to say I'm faking through every single day. If I were to tell people I wasn't alright, I think I'm able to guess what will happen. But I'm being selfish and I don't want that. What I really want is for someone to tell me that it's ok to be sad. It's ok to cry. Because we're human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I need is reassurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people know what has happened. Yet they don't seem to care at all. Friends who you've helped out so many times. They seem to have all disappeared. They don't even give a flying fuck about how you're feeling. Why? Because they're selfish. They only care about themselves, unwilling to help out others in need. Not even a simple "my condolences", or "I'm sorry to hear that". Even I may sound extremely selfish complaining about these things, but I'm so sick of helping others when they obviously don't appreciate it, let alone care about how you're doing. And for my haters reading this, you can go judge all the fuck you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the times while I may seem like the biggest idiot on the planet, it's not that I'm stupid. It's not that I'm trying to fucking get attention. It's because I really didn't know. I'm just being honest with myself. You should try it sometime. Let me ask you, is there honestly something wrong with being me? Is there really something wrong with not knowing something? How is me being honest with myself affecting you? So just stay away. If you're going to hate on me, I don't care! Just don't mess with me. Because I'm sick of your bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And by the way. The world doesn't revolve around you. So please stop being so full of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swear there was more on my mind, but I just went blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll post another entry if I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Much love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4819299087405033076?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4819299087405033076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4819299087405033076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4819299087405033076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4819299087405033076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_28.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4876756025559958947</id><published>2010-08-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T00:52:07.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heart breaking isn't it? When you think about all the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tear jerking isn't it? When you remember the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Confusing isn't it? When you think of the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strange isn't it? When you realise you're living in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And how the future will become your present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And how your present will become the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's why you gotta cherish every moment you live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because everything ends up becoming a memory, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not even your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"don't take life too seriously, because no one survives it anyway."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4876756025559958947?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4876756025559958947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4876756025559958947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4876756025559958947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4876756025559958947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-mind.html' title='my mind?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8075821437367058528</id><published>2010-08-19T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:30:21.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something which I don't understand is what the true definition of "beauty" is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everyone is born with a pair of ears, eyes, a nose and a mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everybody has the same facial features, everyone has them for the same purpose. If you think about it, everyone is the same, yet everyone is also different. There is no such thing as a person being "ugly", because everyone has at least one feature which stands out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People who are self concious of their looks needs someone to tell them that they are beautiful in their own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Different people have different perceptions on what true beauty means to them, but if you ask me, everyone is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So you are beautiful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Remember that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8075821437367058528?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8075821437367058528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8075821437367058528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8075821437367058528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8075821437367058528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6799603876282988479</id><published>2010-08-19T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:51:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went back to the cemetery yesterday. First time I've been back since grandmothers funeral. I saw the flowers people had laid there. Even though it had been almost two weeks since she was laid to rest, the flowers remained almost perfect. Maybe a few wilting, but they were still as beautiful. The flowers which stood out to me the most though, were the pink and white carnations. They looked.. exactly the same. I also saw my first two butterflies for this year. One of the first signs that spring is just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At that moment, it hit me. I realised that I am no longer afraid of the place. To be honest, I think I really like it. It might sound strange, but even though the cemetery is seen as a terrifying place, I find that it's calming. The atmosphere is so peaceful, where all around you, people are just in a deep, eternal sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you guys probably think I'm weird now huh? ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6799603876282988479?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6799603876282988479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6799603876282988479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6799603876282988479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6799603876282988479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/08/visiting.html' title='visiting'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1866499007123362746</id><published>2010-08-14T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T02:20:22.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I honestly have no idea what the fuck happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It seems as if I've completely lost all motivation to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not going to uni, not leaving the house, and blocking everyone out. The only exceptions are for the few who actually know which key to use to open the doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its the same thing every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wake up feeling either numb, or depressed as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20 days and still counting, the number of days in a row, where I have been unable to make it through a single day without the stinging of my eyes, and the all too familiar wet cold tear stream down my face, only to either fall off my chin, or touching my lips, allowing me to taste the bitter saltiness of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tears have always been seen as sadness. It's funny, because not only do you feel sad when your eyes well up, but they also have that same cold feeling as they roll down your cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can't smile or laugh, because then theres that sick feeling of guilt, the sinking of the heart, and me thinking "why do I have the pleasure of being able to laugh at a time like this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So all too quickly, I get reminded of all the issues that have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hurt like crazy on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people notice who I've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Others don't seem to see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I really wish that everything will be back to the way it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was elate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When nothing could ever bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But one of the benefits of a time like this, you're able to find out who your true friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And to those who may have seemed like one of your best mates ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who you'd stick up for no matter what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;who you'd help build back up when they're shattered in pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I'm pretty sure you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have just one thing to say to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fuck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are you now bitch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1866499007123362746?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1866499007123362746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1866499007123362746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1866499007123362746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1866499007123362746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/08/emotionless.html' title='Emotionless.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8730780136481465042</id><published>2010-08-11T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:15:51.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess at times like these, you're able to differentiate between your true friends, and the fake bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8730780136481465042?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8730780136481465042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8730780136481465042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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center;"&gt;Rest in peace grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6524192905863009150?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6524192905863009150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6524192905863009150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6524192905863009150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right now, things may seem to be the worst it has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've been crying non stop these past 7 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Trying to convince others that I'm doing fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It almost feels as if I'm slowly losing all the things that I hold dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like holding water in your hands, you may not see it, but once you notice, its too late, and it isn't there any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is something that each and every one of us take for granted. Too many good or happy moments happen, and people don't seem to appreciate it at all. Instead of holding onto the happy memories, the smiles, and the laughter, they tend to just be stuck, putting too much focus on the things which put a strain on themselves. The pain, the hurt, the sadness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It only isn't until they realise what they've been missing out on, people start to appreciate more. Life is a fragile thing. One moment they may be there, but the next, they've completely disappeared. With nothing but memories to hold onto. But being memories, they fade out much too quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That is why you need to appreciate the time that they're there for. Hold onto as much as you can, as long as you don't get hurt in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Live each and every single day with a smile on your face, and live each day like it was your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because one day, you'll regret not starting every day with a smile, because it'll be the day you realise that it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seeing my family cry is one of the biggest heartbreaks I've experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Especially when it is someone I admire, someone who I've seen as a strong person since I was a child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And seeing people leave would be another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be honest, I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I'm afraid of what the loneliness will do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, even though it feels as if they've left or leaving, I know that I'll see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www1.sulekha.com/mstore/aditya/albums/default/single-red-rose.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2729604333524715603?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2729604333524715603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2729604333524715603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2729604333524715603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2729604333524715603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_31.html' title='.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4917503361453615941</id><published>2010-07-29T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:43:21.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the heart once owned, it shall never lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorryy!! I haven't updated this in so long! Theres just too much going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even know whether or not I should blog about this, because I don't know who is reading my blog and who isn't. I don't even know if I'll end up publishing it. And if I do, I might delete it, but here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I've always thought of myself as the type of person who wouldn't miss anyone. That everything happens for a reason, and if it is meant to happen, it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I also believe that people meet others for a reason as well. Every single person you meet does play a certain role in your life. Every new experience, every new feeling. You met them for that reason. People may think that many people they have met in their lives have just come and gone. That they didn't have anything on them. But that isn't true. They will have an impact somewhere in your life, whether it be good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But it doesn't matter. That is why I refuse to say goodbye when I see someone leave. Because you will see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Just a random entry about stuff thats on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;probably makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL oh wells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4917503361453615941?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4917503361453615941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4917503361453615941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4917503361453615941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4917503361453615941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-heart-once-owned-it-shall-never.html' title='what the heart once owned, it shall never lose'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6517207889781153987</id><published>2010-07-05T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T19:22:46.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I closed my eyes last night, I felt something which I thought I had gotten rid of long ago. A cold, wet tear fell from my eye, streamed down my cheek and fell to the pillow. That was when I realised that I'm not as strong as I thought I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thinking to myself, "maybe this will all go away by the morning", I closed my eyes and tried to rid myself of any sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But in the back of my mind, I had already knew that this was all too good to begin with, right from the very start. I guess I should be used to disappointment by now, but a part of me still believes that I can find something that will bring me true happiness, no matter how hard I may end up falling in the end. I know that in the future, I will forget all these moments, because the memory was too small to put a large impact, but if I ever do happen to recall these times, I know I will laugh at how silly and how absent minded I was. But for now, all I can do is just wait for the time to pass, and see what happens during, and after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess it doesn't hurt as much now, which is proof that time really does heal everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6517207889781153987?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6517207889781153987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6517207889781153987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6517207889781153987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6517207889781153987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7773074848567829764</id><published>2010-06-15T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T06:45:15.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first video :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-73835321ca5f224c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73835321ca5f224c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331347715%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D735DB998189187A761A901057A777A131F3AAD68.8396373BE66C37A31E745CE3BF18CFF7F325988%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73835321ca5f224c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUspnngSzojDmT03nMGtZLd48cHE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D73835321ca5f224c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331347715%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D735DB998189187A761A901057A777A131F3AAD68.8396373BE66C37A31E745CE3BF18CFF7F325988%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D73835321ca5f224c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUspnngSzojDmT03nMGtZLd48cHE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ahhh im such a loser -hides-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i sound so retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and my voice is all crackly coz i just got better D: D: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;im so self conscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;please be kind kyuu!! -hides again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;procrastination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dedicated to dii and bec n__n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7773074848567829764?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7773074848567829764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7773074848567829764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7773074848567829764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7773074848567829764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-video-o.html' title='first video :O'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6913052235249204743</id><published>2010-06-04T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:54:18.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Some people believe that money may be one of the best things in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that without it, they won't be able to live a happy life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From my perspective, i think that those people are blinded from all the other things which make our lives so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Money doesn't always equal happiness.. When you see people living in third world countries, you can't help but notice, even though they are so much poorer than us, they still live every day like it was their last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;They don't live with the thought that they won't be happy, even though they have so little, they have something much more precious than all the riches in the world, and that is love! That is their force that drives them through everything they face, whether it be familial love, friendship love, or the love which two people share, as long as they have it, they will live much happier lives than the people whose only thing is money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because if all they have is just money, what do they really have..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sorry about the long absence haha and sorry if this makes no sense at all, its just something thats been on my mind for a while now, and just thought I'd share it with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hope you're all well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and goodluck for exams if you have them ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6913052235249204743?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6913052235249204743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6913052235249204743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6913052235249204743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6913052235249204743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2671327364925869387</id><published>2010-05-18T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T01:44:43.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people may believe that winning is one of the best things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but with every winner, there is something lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like a while ago, when I said when something is gained, something else will be lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you lose someone, it is a time of sadness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You can't help but think back on all of the things which you took for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the stupid mistakes you made in the past, and how much you regret them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because when you find out that they have suddenly disappeared from your life, you finally come to realise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people may blame themselves for what has happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if it isn't their fault, they may just end up breaking down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;with just self hatred, or blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When in fact, it is noones fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am someone who believes that everything happens for a reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They may be gone from your life, but they will forever hold a special place in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So well, they're not really gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And always remember,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that even though something seems to have been lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;something will happen to make you happy again =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and everything will get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2671327364925869387?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2671327364925869387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2671327364925869387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2671327364925869387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2671327364925869387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost.html' title='Lost?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8966668029227863513</id><published>2010-05-03T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:52:19.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FUCKKKKK SO PISSED OFF OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE BUSDRIVER OF THE FREAKING 99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KICKED ME OFF THE BUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TO FREAKING WALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FROM I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ALL THE WAY TO MORLEY BUS STATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND YELLED AT ME COZ I DIDNT HEAR HIM PROPERLY WTF?!?!?! SIGH AT PPL SOMETIMES ARGHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!!!! THERES ALL THIS BS GOING AROUND I JUST DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT IT ANYMORE :@ LOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND WHEN I GOT TO MORLEY THE FREAKING POLICE OFFICER WENT OFF COZ I DIDNT USE THE FOOTPATH?! BECAUSE I WAS MOVING AWAY FROM THE STUPID CAR COZ I DONT WANNA DIE?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;AND I WOKE UP EARLY THIS MORNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TO MISS THE BUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;TO BE LATE FOR MY LECTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ANYWAYS PHOTOS ;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i finally got to catch up with ppl who i havent seen in ages!! n___n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;like luke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S96pQS49htI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPh32m7ZI3I/s1600/lolage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S96pQS49htI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPh32m7ZI3I/s320/lolage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466993095088113362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ew i look so rank LOL D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and bec and sandy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S96pgF_cVFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kcgu2tebaAE/s1600/sbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S96pgF_cVFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/kcgu2tebaAE/s320/sbs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466993366503543890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;im on the left LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and i got blonde in my hair :D LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;goodtimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;theres more photos but because blogger is lame, i cant upload them properly &gt;___&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;until next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/05/update.html' title='update?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S96pQS49htI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bPh32m7ZI3I/s72-c/lolage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2176274548372158803</id><published>2010-04-26T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:42:52.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Titleless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have the worst luck ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just let things slip away, as if I'm holding water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You can't do anything to stop it from leaking, or spilling out of your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It almost seems as if people grow close.. only to find themselves back to where they started,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;complete strangers to one another..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Too many people walk in and out of your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and as soon as they walk out, the only thing you can do about it is just wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You keep fooling yourself into believing that one day, they will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That one day, the same thing that happens in movies will happen to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe it will be similar, maybe in the end, you will stay friends with that person, but only friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Because they will never look at you the same way as you looked at them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That is why we can try to get back on our feet and walk away from it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The past may hurt, but the best you can do is hope for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways I had an awesome time this long weekend for my birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I finally got to meet up with people which I haven't seen in AGES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thanks everyone who camee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'll upload photos in my next entry HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starifish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Titleless'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1870531467423957121</id><published>2010-04-19T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T03:56:52.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As my bus crosses the Swan River on my way to uni, I look outside the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I see the sun rays dancing on the waters surface, glistening so brightly, I had to look away before I was blinded..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And that is how I can tell whether the weather will hold up or not for the rest of that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.openhousegenie.com/imageupload/fall%20leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.openhousegenie.com/imageupload/fall%20leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Back when it was still summer, I used to see the light reflecting from the rivers surface everyday to uni. But now that the season is slowly changing, the sight becomes so much more rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;With the season changing, so does everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The tree leaves become orange, and start to fall, as the trees start storing their nutrients to live off during the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Little animals have their food stash hidden away, as they await the cold weather approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People live every day as per usual, but with more clothes, dreading the cold winter mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or maybe thats just me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah I'm not looking forward to winter. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and i gotta invest in an umbrella so I dont get owned walking from class to class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh and sorry I havent updated this in so long haha I just didnt have time :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;okie dokie back to assignments and studying =___=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1870531467423957121?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1870531467423957121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1870531467423957121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1870531467423957121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1870531467423957121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/04/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2371062882986851699</id><published>2010-04-06T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:47:37.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I said I didn't care..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why does it still hurt..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2371062882986851699?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2371062882986851699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2371062882986851699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2371062882986851699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2371062882986851699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7720881585393936894</id><published>2010-03-31T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T00:26:30.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ff13'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Odin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4058851043_48f185e237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2754/4058851043_48f185e237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After..... I don't know how many tries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finally have odin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Best.day.ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY LOLOLOLOL xDxDxDDDDD IM SO HAPPYYY HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yeah im pretty far behind :(:( everyones already near the ending sadface HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OH WELL :D:D:D ODINNN YAAAYYY -runs off into the distance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;FF13 FTWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7720881585393936894?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7720881585393936894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7059388766894611560</id><published>2010-03-29T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:17:43.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Well I got bored today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;so i did my nails :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;hime style ftw LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S7CoH7bPoUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZiVbc1GdblI/s1600/P1000788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S7CoH7bPoUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ZiVbc1GdblI/s320/P1000788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454044002910183746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ewww my hand looks so fat and gross o.o LOL D:D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if  only my nails were longer too :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and yes that is my phone LOL they match xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7059388766894611560?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7059388766894611560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7059388766894611560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8788280440267573348</id><published>2010-03-29T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:22:16.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>Losing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm losing so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My motivation, my inspiration, even my friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But maybe because I don't exactly make an effort anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I come to think about it, it was always me who made the effort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Me who tried to make something happen out of nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But now that I've stopped, so has everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But why make an effort, if the other doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The was a second part to this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But this is all I'm going to say for now.. ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8788280440267573348?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8788280440267573348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8788280440267573348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='random'/><title type='text'>Dentist, peacock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i just got 2 fillings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and the dentist gave me too much numbing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have no feeling in pretty much the whole of the left side of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im hungry and i cant eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and a peacock died at UWA :( rip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sadface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7491488623510357474?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7491488623510357474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7491488623510357474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do I always end up in these situations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know its bad for me, but I can't help myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know that I should know better, but obviously, I don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should I stay away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or should I reach out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1442778445722110174?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1442778445722110174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1442778445722110174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1442778445722110174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1442778445722110174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8274055730841997812</id><published>2010-03-03T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T18:46:48.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.tinypic.com/11vsax5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i32.tinypic.com/11vsax5.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I close my eyes, i see a whole new place. A place which I can only visit in my dreams. A place where I'm brave enough to talk to you. A place where I can do anything I want, where no-one will judge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We live in a place called reality. It is a place where people grow old without realising, and happy endings only happen in fairy tales. It is a place where people are too afraid to do anything. A place where at times, it can be harsh.. But there are a few good points about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For example, the small joys throughout the day, like finding ice-cream in your freezer, or your crush talking to you for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even if magic doesn't exist in reality, we do have love. Someone once told me that love is the closest thing that we have to magic. I guess that is true, but I have yet to experience it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But if you ever try to escape from reality, you close your eyes, and that will take you back to the place where you felt at peace, only to wake up again, back in the same spot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You may say that you want to do anything to escape from the reality that you are living in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but if you work for it, I know for sure, that your reality, will be better than your dream :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8274055730841997812?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8274055730841997812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8274055730841997812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8274055730841997812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8274055730841997812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/03/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/11vsax5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1213891131845538955</id><published>2010-03-03T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:25:47.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dianne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formspring'/><title type='text'>formspring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;haha this is really awesome!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;credits to the lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xcomewhatmay.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dianne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;if theres been something you've been wanting to ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;feel free to ask me through my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/s2starfish"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;formspring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;haha n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ill be happy to answer :D unless its a bit =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL and I've put the question box in the side bar thingo too haha n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1213891131845538955?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-227361014003970060</id><published>2010-03-02T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:20:45.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate it how in the end, I'm the only one whose stuck waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, I don't complain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because I don't want to be a burden to others..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;maybe to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So i guess I'll just wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since its the only thing i know how to do right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-227361014003970060?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/227361014003970060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=227361014003970060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/227361014003970060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/227361014003970060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/03/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2074229532829777388</id><published>2010-02-27T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T06:00:25.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I've realised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people grow to become selfish. Without realising..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people say things to others, without realising how much it hurts the other person..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some people just... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People change, friends change.. Either for the better, or for the worse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Usually, they change without realising.. and if it gets bad, arguments arise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It really hurts, when there are people arguing, and in the end, they just stop talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not knowing, or caring about the other person feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But the other person.. They're too scared to say anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They don't want to ruin what small things they might still have left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They want to hold on, never to let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because they hope that one day, they hope amongst all the arguing, all of the hurt, there might still be something. Even if it's something small, they want to make it grow again. Back to the days it once was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They hope to dig deeper, find the root of what went wrong, see how it lead to something like that, and mend it, giving it everything they have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At least, thats what I want to do.. And I wonder if people are the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was beautiful back in those days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had to describe it, it was peachy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But i can't help but wonder whether it was because i took those times for granted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I was too caught up in the past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because I wasn't able to move forward, since i kept looking back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thats why everyone has moved so far ahead, while I'm stuck in the same place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's funny, because it suddenly all makes sense now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I need to take my first step forward, and try to catch up with everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So then the days will be the same as they used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not just one person was on my mind while writing this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So it might take some time, but I'm sure I'll be able to overcome this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh btw uni starts on monday -cries- LOL i miss holidays alreadyyy :(:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2074229532829777388?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2074229532829777388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2074229532829777388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2074229532829777388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2074229532829777388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-realised.html' title='I&apos;ve realised'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5478815783642752717</id><published>2010-02-15T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:22:51.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>We Are The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0NfzmgNvSA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S0NfzmgNvSA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Such a beautiful song kyuu~ n.n&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its so amazing that they remade the song to help people in Haiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;QUINCY JONES Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;LIONEL RICHIE Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;WYCLEF JEAN Executive Producer&lt;br /&gt;RICKEY MINOR Producer&lt;br /&gt;RedOne Producer&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;CARLOS SANTANA&lt;br /&gt;JENNIFER HUDSON&lt;br /&gt;JAMIE FOXX&lt;br /&gt;SUGARLAND&lt;br /&gt;ADAM LEVINE&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ&lt;br /&gt;EARTH WIND &amp;amp; FIRE&lt;br /&gt;NATALIE COLE&lt;br /&gt;THE JONAS BROTHERS&lt;br /&gt;T-PAIN&lt;br /&gt;BRIAN WILSON&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN BIEBER&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE SCHERZINGER&lt;br /&gt;INDIA.ARIE&lt;br /&gt;JULIANNE HOUGH&lt;br /&gt;MARY MARY&lt;br /&gt;MELANIE FIONA&lt;br /&gt;BEBE WINANS&lt;br /&gt;MYA&lt;br /&gt;TYRESE GIBSON&lt;br /&gt;ANTHONY HAMILTON&lt;br /&gt;RAPHAEL SAADIQ&lt;br /&gt;GLADYS KNIGHT&lt;br /&gt;KERI HILSON&lt;br /&gt;JOEL &amp;amp; BENJI MADDEN&lt;br /&gt;HEART&lt;br /&gt;BRANDY&lt;br /&gt;P!NK&lt;br /&gt;MUSIQ SOULCHILD&lt;br /&gt;MILEY CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;AKON&lt;br /&gt;JORDIN SPARKS&lt;br /&gt;CELINE DION&lt;br /&gt;ROB THOMAS&lt;br /&gt;KATHARINE McPHEE&lt;br /&gt;JEFF BRIDGES&lt;br /&gt;RANDY JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;PATTI AUSTIN&lt;br /&gt;KID CUDI&lt;br /&gt;USHER&lt;br /&gt;WILL.I.AM&lt;br /&gt;KANYE WEST&lt;br /&gt;LL COOL J&lt;br /&gt;ISSAC SLADE (aka The Fray)&lt;br /&gt;SNOOP DOGG&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE RICHIE&lt;br /&gt;TREY SONGZ&lt;br /&gt;ETHAN BORTNICK&lt;br /&gt;TARYLL JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;TAJ JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;TJ JACKSON&lt;br /&gt;VINCE VAUGHN&lt;br /&gt;DRAKE&lt;br /&gt;FREDA PAYNE&lt;br /&gt;FAITH EVANS&lt;br /&gt;ROBIN THICKE&lt;br /&gt;RASHIDA JONES&lt;br /&gt;BARBRA STREISAND&lt;br /&gt;JIMMY JEAN LOUIS&lt;br /&gt;ENRIQUE IGLESIAS&lt;br /&gt;ZAC BROWN&lt;br /&gt;LIL WAYNE&lt;br /&gt;TONY BENNETT&lt;br /&gt;JOSH GROBAN&lt;br /&gt;SEAN GARRETT&lt;br /&gt;HARRY CONNICK, JR.&lt;br /&gt;AL JARDINE&lt;br /&gt;BONE THUGS AND HARMONY (BIZZY BONES)&lt;br /&gt;AR RAHMEN&lt;br /&gt;FERGIE&lt;br /&gt;MARY J. BLIGE&lt;br /&gt;ORIANTHI&lt;br /&gt;MANN&lt;br /&gt;NIPSEY HUSSLE&lt;br /&gt;IYAZ&lt;br /&gt;KEITH HARRIS&lt;br /&gt;NIKKA COSTA&lt;br /&gt;TONI BRAXTON&lt;br /&gt;FARNSWORTH BENTLEY&lt;br /&gt;PLAIN PAT&lt;br /&gt;IL TRIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5478815783642752717?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5478815783642752717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5478815783642752717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5478815783642752717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5478815783642752717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-world.html' title='We Are The World'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-9092877180929283183</id><published>2010-02-12T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:12:02.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>Valentines Day/Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a clash.. but i guess its good that I finally have a reason to forget about the patheticness of v-day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As usual, I don't really see the fuss about it. It's just like every other day. But some people argue that its a day where the whole world expresses their love for their special someone. But do you really need a day for that to happen..? Do you really need an excuse to do something sweet for your loved one? Well if the answer is yes, then think to yourself.. If you really did love that person, wouldn't you not need to wait for a certain date to shower them with chocolates/roses/whatever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And anyways, St. Valentine DIED on Feb 14th..&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I sound so bitter hey.. not good LOL! I don't really HATE it... just..think its silly that people get so worked up about it.. SIGH at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Anyways enough of that :D CNYs here :D:D WOO LOL CELEBRATIONS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;how exciting :D haha year of the tiger.. reminds me of fruits basket n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;apparently since the tiger represents bravery, this years going to be full of challenges and obstacles =\ oh well im prepared for it n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;gong xi fa cai~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;kyuu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;hope everyones years is filled with happiness, good health and luck!! n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;thanks for reading!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-9092877180929283183?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/9092877180929283183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=9092877180929283183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/9092877180929283183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/9092877180929283183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-daychinese-new-year.html' title='Valentines Day/Chinese New Year'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6930889924094485045</id><published>2010-02-04T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T04:48:17.202-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>What do I do..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When the past comes to visit you again.. what are you supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Are you supposed to experience the same feelings that you felt all that time ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can you ignore everything and do your best not to feel awkward..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And when you part, its like a feeling you cant control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;like theres something in your chest, trying to force its way up through your throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but it cant because its so big..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What are you allowed to feel.. and what are you not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Especially when only that one thing overwhelms your mind, not allowing you to think about anything else, and even when you try, even the smallest thing reminds you of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The truth is, im afraid.. Afraid of the truth, afraid of what i feel, afraid of everything.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But everything about the past returning is bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes it turns out well, and you start talking to them again, everything is just as the way it was before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but for this, i dont know what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i know i cant have him, but i cant bring myself to erase him from my life either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I have memories of the past, memories which i cherish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;with a hope that maybe one day, it will all go back to the way it was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But until that happens, ill be waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6930889924094485045?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6930889924094485045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6930889924094485045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6930889924094485045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6930889924094485045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do..?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-653772935248320110</id><published>2010-01-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:34:36.641-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curtin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Curtin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YAYAYAYAYYAYYYYYYY I GOT IN KYUUUUUU :D:D:D:D:D:D:DDDD LOLOLLL!!! HAPPINESS KYUUUU &lt;333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-653772935248320110?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/653772935248320110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=653772935248320110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/653772935248320110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/653772935248320110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/01/curtin.html' title='Curtin'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1828400795625056153</id><published>2010-01-13T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:27:25.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to know what I know to be true, what I need you to do, tell me another lie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I thought things could get better, somehow it is, but in other ways it isn't.. I'm an idiot. I admit it. I'm sorry kyuu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyways hair photos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S07GLW4ZVRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yjLaFROmgKc/s320/memememememeeeee.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426492499451008274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I absolutely freaked when i washed my hair and the water was red LOL &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hope you guys like it HAHA I'm still getting used to it since I haven't had dark hair in a while...o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what a great way to start 2o1o! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please dont say i look emo. I got enough of that from my brothers HAHAHAHA &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1828400795625056153?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1828400795625056153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1828400795625056153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1828400795625056153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1828400795625056153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/01/apologise.html' title='apologise'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/S07GLW4ZVRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yjLaFROmgKc/s72-c/memememememeeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6250731957816972414</id><published>2010-01-11T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:02:27.280-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dreams made into reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I like helping people (LOL sounds so funny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I admire people who are able to say what they want in life so freely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It takes strength to realise what you want in your life, or what your passions are, but for me, I'm still waiting to see where I want to go. I want something to happen, I just havent found it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So when a particular person told me about his dreams and ambitions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;seeing how passionate he was, and how much he loved it, made me want to help him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He's a dj :D LOL and i really like his mixes ahaha ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i dont think he knows what I'm doing LOL but i wanna try and make this happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;can you guys help out by becoming a fan of him on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/SuperstaR-djLEE/110493450490?ref=ts"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or subscribing to his channel on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/itzdjLEE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thanks a lot if you do kyun &lt;33&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;omg i sound like an advertisement o.o LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;one day i want to have dreams, ambitions and goals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;coz right now my world is just so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;blank, confused....and just mixed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;thanks for reading kyu &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh i dyed my hair btw LOL n.n its sorta pink/purple/black HAHA still getting used to it n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pics will be up soon LOOL x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6250731957816972414?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6694917161544994318</id><published>2010-01-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:18:39.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>confused..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its so weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You think you know yourself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but then someone comes along and changes everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to think these thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't want to feel these feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is it because I'm lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe it's because he started it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or is it just my mind playing tricks on me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whatever it is, I want to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So please stop telling me all these things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please stop finding my weaknesses..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I may end up falling and hurting all over again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;who knows..maybe everything's just a lie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6694917161544994318?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6694917161544994318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6694917161544994318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6694917161544994318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6694917161544994318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/01/confused.html' title='confused..'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-3408298472006994294</id><published>2010-01-06T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:45:56.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excuse the last post I got my facts mixed up LOL my bad :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sigh sadface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if i told you then you would know kyuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-3408298472006994294?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3408298472006994294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=3408298472006994294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3408298472006994294'/><link rel='self' 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everything to just go away for the moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;curtin confusing the heck out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;me worried that I may not get in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ARGH WTF IT SAYS 2 UNITS ON THE SITE AND OTHER CURTIN STAFF PEOPLE TOLD ME YOU ONLY NEEDED TWO AND THEN SOMEONE TELLS ME YOU NEED FOUR!?!?! WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF I ONLY DID 3 UNITS IN 2ND SEMESTER DAMMIT -DIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KYUKYUKYUKYUKYUKYUKYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GO AWAYYYY SADFACFEEEEEEEEEEEE CRYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-hides under covers to cry-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and some people arent really helping either sadface cry kyun &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i cant handle this anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7554230048329996570?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7554230048329996570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7554230048329996570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7554230048329996570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7554230048329996570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2010/01/crieeees.html' title='crieeees'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6090495033555442719</id><published>2009-12-31T01:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:40:59.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>new years n.n</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;new years resolutions? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;make closer friends n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;savesaveSAVE D: for sydney weee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;try not to lose people who are close to me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;not get angry as easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;stop being so lazy LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;study &gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;enjoy life n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL hopefully i can complete all these kyu D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;happy new years &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dont forget to make a wish before the sun sets n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6090495033555442719?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6090495033555442719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6090495033555442719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6090495033555442719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6090495033555442719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-nn.html' title='new years n.n'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-695137148731069390</id><published>2009-12-29T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T06:07:25.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>GAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANNA BE FRENCH :@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANNA GO FRANCE AND LEARN JAPANESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-stab-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-695137148731069390?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/695137148731069390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=695137148731069390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/695137148731069390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/695137148731069390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/12/gah.html' title='GAH'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7552342964629836107</id><published>2009-12-24T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T06:41:52.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><title type='text'>things that have been on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i always wonder wonder..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;why do people get  jealous of eachother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cant they see their own wonderful traits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Why must they compare themselves to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I learnt that the past is always with you.. no matter how hard you try to get away, it always seems to come back and haunt you. Mistakes that I made without realising, and never talking to the people you used to talk to for hours on end. Lifes full of experiences, encounters, some may even change your life forever. Its so strange, because I cant bring myself to admit these things. Admit that the people I've lost, will never ever be the same again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I shake the sadness off with a smile on my face, continuing the day as per usual. But still, at the back of my mind, I cant help but still think of all the good times we shared, or all the laughter I've let out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you remember when we were still so close?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you remember when ignorance was bliss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;indeed i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;those are the questions that keep repeating themselves all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I spoke to someone who I havent talked to in a while :) it was better than expected haha n.n i guess time really does heal n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;LOL anyways shoutout to amy whose blog i stumbled upon today ^^ LOL :D  thanks for mentioning me &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;oh and her friend viv ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and I've refallen in love with FMA AHAHA ED&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE &lt;3!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;until next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7552342964629836107?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7552342964629836107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7552342964629836107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7552342964629836107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7552342964629836107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-that-have-been-on-my-mind.html' title='things that have been on my mind'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7266986935594700634</id><published>2009-12-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:28:24.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>love n.n</title><content type='html'>i ess two you kyun n.n LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . .*. . . . . . . ** *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .. . . . . .*** . . * . . *****&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . .** . . **. . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . ***.*. . *. . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . .****. . . .** . . . ******&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . ***** . . . .**.*. . . . . **&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . .*****. . . . . **. . . . . . *.**&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .*****. . . . . .*. . . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .******. . . . .*. . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . .******* . . .*. . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . .*********. . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . .******* . ***&lt;br /&gt;*******. . . . . . . . .**&lt;br /&gt;.*******. . . . . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. ******. . . . . . . . * *&lt;br /&gt;. .***. . *. . . . . . .**&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . .*. . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .****.*. . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . *******. .*. .*&lt;br /&gt;. . .*******. . . *.&lt;br /&gt;. . .*****. . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . .**. . . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . .*. . . . . . **.*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . **&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . .*&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . *&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;stupid mixed up emotions making me think that i like them when i dont &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;GO AWAYYYYY LOLOLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;why is this red D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7266986935594700634?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7266986935594700634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7266986935594700634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7266986935594700634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7266986935594700634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-nn.html' title='love n.n'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1611434737874795686</id><published>2009-12-20T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:50:22.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i39.tinypic.com/6epymu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/6epymu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2o1o looms upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a fresh new year, a new fresh start n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it has been almost a decade since the millenium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;crazy hey? and who else thinks that 2oo9 went by extremely fast?? o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things will be different next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i can feel it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;confessions will be made, new friends will be found, and a few i am already friends with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just never met before n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but thats the thing that keeps it exciting right? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2oo9 seems to have just flown by so quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but when i think about everything ive done this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and all the different people ive met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;all the good and happy times ive experienced this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;makes it seem like it hasnt really gone by that fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;now does it..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But to make something happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;unfortunately there would have to be something bad as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the loss of so many things precious to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;why does it have to be this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;why cant everyone stay the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;back to the way everything used to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I never should have come that day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I never should have been told those days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I try to forget, but the feelings are still there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it really does hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its as if there is a hammer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;constantly pounding your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;until it just gives up, shatters, and all you can do is just cry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;humans really are just weak and insecure arent they..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but i try my best to forget about all that stuff :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;whats the point of loving when all its going to do is make you hurt right..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but hey thats what the new years for!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;happy holidays everyone!!! ^______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1611434737874795686?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1611434737874795686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2382790331862141782</id><published>2009-12-07T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:45:20.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuna'/><title type='text'>Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unbound by the chains which hold us back, people become free. But with freedom, comes many different choices you have to make yourself, and if you just so happen to choose the wrong thing, well all i can say is good luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heres another photo WOO almost done LOL :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the painting of the obi and the skirt was the hardest D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not cool. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SyBkRRKvNMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Kn1pH3GlnkU/s320/DSC00121.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413436999928329410" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2382790331862141782?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2382790331862141782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2382790331862141782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2382790331862141782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2382790331862141782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/12/chains.html' title='Chains'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SyBkRRKvNMI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Kn1pH3GlnkU/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5914737153969504315</id><published>2009-11-30T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:55:28.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuna'/><title type='text'>In the making LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxShV6r4E-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dp8enPjA_Tw/s1600/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxShV6r4E-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dp8enPjA_Tw/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126450281419746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL all this done within 24 hours :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;excuse the obi LOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;tell me wat you guys think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5914737153969504315?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5914737153969504315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5914737153969504315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5914737153969504315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5914737153969504315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-making-lol.html' title='In the making LOL'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxShV6r4E-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dp8enPjA_Tw/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5533161903206426114</id><published>2009-11-29T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:17:35.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>my new love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxJJH1vf82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dMP5Xx1lqpc/s1600/163901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxJJH1vf82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dMP5Xx1lqpc/s320/163901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409466501459604322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;forget about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i love herberttt &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOLOLOLL YAY someone who loves me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HAHAHA xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im making the yuna summoner costume now for the next con LOL n.n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ill upload photos when its done/in process HAHA :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5533161903206426114?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5533161903206426114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5533161903206426114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5533161903206426114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5533161903206426114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-love.html' title='my new love'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SxJJH1vf82I/AAAAAAAAAEo/dMP5Xx1lqpc/s72-c/163901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2969504171681074119</id><published>2009-11-25T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:12:41.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Selfishness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We live in such a selfish world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a world where people only seem to care for themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;doing everything without a thought of whose going to get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or without the knowledge that sometimes, not everything goes to plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People need to know that in this world, people dont get whatever they want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sigh sometimes people are so ignorant.. =w=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyways from the looks of it ill be working about 14days straight or something til xmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;prepare for no life stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;til next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Selfishness?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4076017617530319405</id><published>2009-11-14T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:36:55.370-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>nugnug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I see you, i cant help but smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;when you tell me that im a good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dont know whether to be happy or sad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy that you think i am a good friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;or sad because thats all we will ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should I just forget about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because its just taking up space and emotions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have tried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But every time i close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;you are the only one i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but it seems as though the image of you is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i reach out and the picture crumbles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why must it be this way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;why does this have to end..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;because this is reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and reality is where i reside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I couldnt sleep so i wrote a poem :]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2yp0jdg.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I listen to your voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hear the gentle way you speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I hide how much it hurts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and how I'm incredibly weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I look at you and smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hiding everything thats inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But the one thing that i wont show,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;is how much I've actually cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know that you dont love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and probably never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But you really do deserve her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and shes lucky to have you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;LOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;dont laugh :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4076017617530319405?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4076017617530319405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4076017617530319405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4076017617530319405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4076017617530319405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/nugnug.html' title='nugnug'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/2yp0jdg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6938192605441303852</id><published>2009-11-13T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T01:15:58.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mates'/><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOT~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/Sv0iQv-I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v0C4jUU7br0/s1600-h/me+n+bec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/Sv0iQv-I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v0C4jUU7br0/s320/me+n+bec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403512799064815986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy birthday to my dear friend, and husband, rebecca lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WOOOO UR FINALLY 18~~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;weve been through so much stuff this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;both good and bad :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;its funny coz we didnt talk for like a year or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;but happy 18th beciii!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;have an awesome day and goodluck with EVERYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;may all ur wishes come true :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6938192605441303852?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6938192605441303852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=6938192605441303852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6938192605441303852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/6938192605441303852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/wooooooot.html' title='WOOOOOOOT~'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/Sv0iQv-I-XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/v0C4jUU7br0/s72-c/me+n+bec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-7278518749920954632</id><published>2009-11-10T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:04:47.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sweet Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want your sweet kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I like your sweet kisses oh oh oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;pretty baby you drive me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i love your sweet sweet kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;its all i want from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2s15a36.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 199px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That songs been in my head for a REALLY long time D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you please help me out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;do any of you guys know where its from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its so catchy HAHA :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If you do, AWESOME!! :O:O LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;on another note my first exams tomorrow D: -cries-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I think I'm ready &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;or at least i hope so....=\ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;saturdays gonna be busybusybusyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but in a good way i hope D: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;well first i have my exam from 9-1 D: -dies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;then gonna do becs hair for her ball!! YAYY FUNFUNFUN LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and then WORK for 2hrs WTH &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I CANT WAIT TIL IM FREEEEE |D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kisses'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2s15a36_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5460174937161177950</id><published>2009-11-06T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:08:57.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to be happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;does it also mean to hurt..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;to be at the highest point in the tower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you must also be prepared to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But to be prepared to fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you also need to fall with the knowledge that you are strong enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;strong enough to get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and climb those stairs again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.tinypic.com/107982t.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 292px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The tree you've created out of all the happy memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;if something from the bottom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;something horrible.. like a disease which started to grow from the roots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eating away the bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;eventually that will devour the whole plant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;making it another lifeless...thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that may be a down moment in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but slowly.. another moment may be born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;From the spawns of that tree that once stood high and mighty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;a small shoot from the ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;grown from the love and forgiveness that you've learnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;treasure it, nurture it and love it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;because that will be the future of a new hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And that will be your motivation to get back up and create a beautiful garden of memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i really hope that helped you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and sorry if that made no sense D: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Happiness'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.tinypic.com/107982t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1821637212479542611</id><published>2009-11-06T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:10:16.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>lalalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaa~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geekalerts.com/u/mario-glowstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.geekalerts.com/u/mario-glowstar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hemophilia 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dont even know what that means&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i have a feeling i need to know it =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another random word thats stuck in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just thought i would share that with you guys :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;celiac &lt;/span&gt;on the other hand, is something i do know :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lololololololololololololololol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so great 8D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i blame stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it makes me go funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know im awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=P~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-meow-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHA i want a puppy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='lalalalalalalalalalalaaaaaaaa~'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5427340438237707353</id><published>2009-11-05T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:46:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalalalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;exams are so close yet so far sadface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i cant wait til everything's all over &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can finally go to the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and stay there for the sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and watch the stars slowly appear in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and just lay there trying to count all the stars..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beach is where i escape from reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place where my childhood memories come flooding back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the place which i dream about during the cold winter nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sound of the waves crashing against the shore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;would be one of the most relaxing sounds in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and relive the memories which were created all those years ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first place where i went alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first place where i truly felt like there is something worth living for..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love being taken away by my surroundings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the feel of the grass on your back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the feel of the leaves brushing against you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the feel of the bark against the tips of your fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its almost as if you can connecting with everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know how its feeling..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can sense the baby birds which were once born in that tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the ants which crawl through the grass looking for food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the children who may have climbed up and down the branches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the people who have fallen asleep in the field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe fairies really do exist..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(LOL incase you guys havent realised i absolutely love nature ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think im going crazy o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Theres so much more i want to say right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i just cant seem to put my thoughts into words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe itll work another time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but until then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5427340438237707353?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5427340438237707353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5427340438237707353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5427340438237707353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5427340438237707353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/erutan.html' title='nature'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2479770357107578700</id><published>2009-11-04T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:24:47.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2479770357107578700?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2479770357107578700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2479770357107578700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2479770357107578700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2479770357107578700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5312939004828485940</id><published>2009-11-03T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:54:38.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can tell my memories getting so much worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can feel everything burning away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its sort of like watching a photograph you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats captured all your precious moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just go up in flames..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know how long im going to last before it all goes away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont even now if there is anything wrong with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or if i can hold onto my thoughts and memories for long enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i hope i dont let everything slip through my fingers again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but ill keep being myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ill try harder to remember everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5312939004828485940?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5312939004828485940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5312939004828485940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5312939004828485940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5312939004828485940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1779274107864427316</id><published>2009-10-31T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T03:59:54.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero'/><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.tinypic.com/sflcle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 16px; height: 15px;" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/sflcle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really love kids shows and movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially disney &lt;333&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Tim Burton is an absolute genius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE his movies &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corpse Bride is THE BEST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant wait til the new alice movie ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Role models..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone has them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or at least someone they look up to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whether it is their mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or a famous celebrity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whoever it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you keep that one person or people in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;someday you &lt;b&gt;will &lt;/b&gt;shine as bright as them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure of it..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't let anyone ever put you down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't let anyone ever say you can't do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heroes for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim Possible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patrick Star&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disney princesses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you all =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1779274107864427316?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1779274107864427316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1779274107864427316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1779274107864427316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1779274107864427316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/10/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/sflcle_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1408719864747988583</id><published>2009-10-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:54:01.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paranormalinvestigatorsofsocal.org/images/cartoon_ghost_copy_zcth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 468px;" src="http://www.paranormalinvestigatorsofsocal.org/images/cartoon_ghost_copy_zcth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN~!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-makes ghost noises-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOLOLOLOOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have fun trick or treating!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or partying..haha :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best holiday ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coz of all the lollies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-drooooool-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sugar..&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1408719864747988583?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1408719864747988583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1408719864747988583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1408719864747988583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1408719864747988583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1869872067256547650</id><published>2009-10-28T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T06:45:56.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>cryyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/17166/929047-sad_face_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/17166/929047-sad_face_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why am i suddenly so stressed out??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why am i suddenly so depressed??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why do i suddenly seem so busyy??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KYUUUUUUUUU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SADFACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SADFACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SADFACE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SADFACEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JDIOWEHRFUWEHFIUFHBQUIWQLFBLIWQFWQLFIWQFWQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X_________________X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST WANT EVERYTHING TO GO AWAYYYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-CRIESSSSSSSS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1869872067256547650?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1869872067256547650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=1869872067256547650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1869872067256547650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/1869872067256547650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/10/cryyyy.html' title='cryyyy'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-5579652332676442511</id><published>2009-10-25T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:20:31.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>A year ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must keep smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must keep laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must not ever look back down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For everything that has hurt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will brush them away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and one day when i look back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will laugh at my silliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will laugh at the good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I will also cry over the memories..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have changed so much over this year, personality wise, and appearance wise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also got older.. I am no longer a fifteen year old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But even though I've gotten older,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that does not necessarily mean that I have gotten wiser..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still repeat my mistakes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still cry over the smallest things..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I still refuse to eat my veges (hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I compared myself to one of my past photographs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I'll laugh at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've met so many new people..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People who I expected to stay in my life forever drifted away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But those who I would have never expected to come back in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stayed with me all throughout the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New friends came and went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But a few still remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really thought that someday, the same thing will happen again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I would distance myself away from them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not allowing them to touch, or even come close to my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm now learning that if I were to give them that chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is an even higher possibility of them becoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one of the close friends that i cherish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crying over the challenges which were in front of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not knowing what i should do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeking advice from people but not explaining the situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But time had healed everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never wanted to say goodbye to the ones I cared about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However fate made me do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe the same thing will h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;appen again this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If it really does, I really hope that I am prepared to face it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I believe that if you really do put enough hope into something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so i hope that someday, he will look my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the me a year ago..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SuUiXSAxDKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5uE6IgkETGg/s200/a+year+ago.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396757511840795810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the me today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SuUhKBOsZ1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/Hw_6WMT286g/s200/165007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396756184485881682" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5579652332676442511?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SuUiXSAxDKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5uE6IgkETGg/s72-c/a+year+ago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8326996603944134461</id><published>2009-10-22T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:21:55.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring used to be one of the best seasons of the year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what happened to that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its really quite sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i have always had a love for flowers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as a child i never used to pick them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i didnt want to kill or hurt them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they just cause an allergic reaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i can no longer smell the roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even walk down a beautiful garden..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why did everything suddenly take a turn for the worse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what ever happened to those innocent, peachy days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;filled with happiness and excitement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why cant things go back to what they used to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before i knew anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i was sheltered from everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before i found out that the truth really does hurt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sometimes the truth hurts, and i for one needs to believe that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since it has obviously happened one too many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im repeating my mistakes which i said i wouldnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes i need to know that the higher you rise, the harder you'll fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its about time i realised that so i can pick myself back up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i can stop getting hurt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to be stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that i will &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;have to look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that i will &lt;b&gt;never &lt;/b&gt;regret any of my actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that i will only make happy memories with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes the best thing to do in a situation like this is to drop everything you ever did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forget anything youve ever felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;erase all the memories which made you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;become a whole new person altogether..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that really does work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If i can really find enough courage and strength to do so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;will &lt;/b&gt;be able to make it through any situation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well at least i hope so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who loves champagne coloured roses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8326996603944134461?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8326996603944134461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8326996603944134461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8326996603944134461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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beauty..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.tinypic.com/ogjpfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/ogjpfd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A queen had a wish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A wish for a daughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with skin as white as snow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lips as red as blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hair as black as ebony..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon she had a baby..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name was Snow White..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     *     *     *     *     *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never really liked Snow White, but crave for beauty and jealousy which is the moral of the story really intrigued me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a child, I would have never understood why the stepmother wanted to be the "fairest of them all", after all, she had a husband, who was the most powerful man in the entire kingdom..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But after re-watching the  movie, it finally hit me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because women wish to stay forever beautiful..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe that people are a lot like roses.. a tiny, insecure bud when born,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which blossoms into a beautiful rose, and eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it wilts and dies away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty only lasts for a mere second of your lifespan, before we begin to age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However the thing is, people think that beauty is only skin deep..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To have the flawless skin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the large eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;small nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the full lips..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but beauty is much more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To remain beautiful, one needs to act beautiful as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is no use if someone who looks pretty, but has the vain, arrogant and self centered character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be gentle, selfless and caring, is the true definition of beauty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and hopefully, people learn to realise that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my most favourite fairy tales of all time would be Beauty and the Beast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since i was a child, I would always dream of what it would be like if i was like Belle..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A young french maiden, who was held hostage by an intimidating beast..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This movie shows that there is much more to what meets the eye.. which is why i love it so much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Belle and the beast both end up falling in love with eachother, creating the perfect happy ending..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always wanted to have a romance like a fairytale, but then reality isnt that perfect is it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like a fairytale..? Unfortunately not.. But filled with unrequited love? Indeed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But hey..hopefully someday ill get my happily ever after too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-5401361128812568720?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/5401361128812568720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=5401361128812568720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5401361128812568720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/5401361128812568720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-upon-time-queen-had-wish.html' title='A symbol of beauty..?'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/ogjpfd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2676451039198028893</id><published>2009-10-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:36:26.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confess'/><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why are you crying..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;im crying because i am sad..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I thought you were a happy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i wish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you were strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;at least thats what i say..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People who do not know the real me just think that I'm that happy person who loves everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm not only that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the outside, I may seem like that kind of person,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but on the inside, I'm still the insecure, sensitive person..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which i always was from the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even close friends may have no idea that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe its because I've never really talked about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ill confess that I sometimes cry myself to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the smallest things seem to hurt me the most..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It hurts when I'm alone at uni and when noone is there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy for those who have found their other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but sad because it feels as if I'm being left behind again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I enjoy talking to people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i try my best to stay out of everyones way incase I'm just another burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to try and make tight, close friendships,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I am afraid to see what it feels like to say goodbye again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I write in my blog to cheer myself up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because sometimes, it seems as if noone knows whats going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or how to help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or maybe just have no more time left for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so sometimes its good to let out your feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and noone seems to know what/who you're talking about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I apologise for the second post today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever and always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2676451039198028893?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2676451039198028893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2676451039198028893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2676451039198028893'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As exams loom closer, I can't help but start thinking again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering things, feelings which I may have felt for that one person all that time ago, and how it just suddenly all disappears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its so  strange how quickly we can pick ourselves up and move on so quickly..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;question time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder whether someone can fall out of love, as quickly as they can fall in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if it is, is it maybe because of what they said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or what they did?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe it is because they simply got over their little crush for that person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (I've probably asked that question a while back but forgot the answer so forgive me haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how does someone fall for someone else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it their personality which plays the biggest role?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are friendships formed first?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or is it just something which happens randomly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And does it take a long time for that to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it like hating someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you get over liking someone as quick as hating someone??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how can you actually TELL whether you like them or not??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emotions are such a confusing thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kyuuuu makes my head spin o(**)o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im so gonna fail my exams because of all this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why cant i be like normal people sadface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not worry about stuff like this D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2174265578793895853?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2174265578793895853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2214171477050238585</id><published>2009-10-18T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:05:08.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><title type='text'>KUKUKUKUKUUUUU &gt;:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myweb.facstaff.wwu.edu/aristos/courses/Seminar/Lust"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 900px;" src="http://myweb.facstaff.wwu.edu/aristos/courses/Seminar/Lust" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;hehehe shes so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TEEHEE im so &lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i havent felt this giddy in a while ROFL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i seriously cant help it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i want to put oreo mcflurry all over their bodies and then lick it off -droooolll-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i have issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i blame becii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;probably just temporary lust thingos though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all, summers just around the corner ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but anyways it feels good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2214171477050238585?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2214171477050238585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2214171477050238585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2214171477050238585'/><link rel='self' 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center;"&gt;stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-7531158843984930843?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/7531158843984930843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=7531158843984930843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/7531158843984930843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As lives fade, new ones take its place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tears of sorrow become tears of joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The sad, loving eyes light up, to present a much more elate atmosphere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When we are young, we do not understand the eaning of 'death'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As we grow older, we also become much more wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life and death now take on a whole new meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And we realise it is a force which is beyond our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So we must treasure it, and keep it forever in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Things come and go, memories, and friendships fade, but what you have in your heart, and how you feel for certain people, that is real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The tears which are shed during funerals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the smile and laughter you cannot help when you experience something joyous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or the blushing of your cheeks when your crush talks to you, shows the love which you have in your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and the love which will stay there forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss you all :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and cya in 3 weeks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;b&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-3252624942544034411?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3252624942544034411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=3252624942544034411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3252624942544034411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3252624942544034411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-before-i-go.html' title='A note before i go..'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-2136160242267978523</id><published>2009-09-14T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:11:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some of you may know about the heart which sits at the back of my phone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Some may also know that it is broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;However, what people do not know about the reason why it was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As i was building the heart, i made a promise to myself that the day the heart which surrounds the smaller one comes off, i would finally open my heart to everyone and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The larger one had always represented the barrier which sealed my heart, the smaller one, from everyones reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When it was broken, or when i started to remove the crystals, with the help of a few people, i was slowly learning to let people in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I remember, when there was a time when i decided to shut it out for good.. but that left me feeling so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trapped in a room with no windows and walls, hoping someone will, or i will eventually have the courage to knock down those walls, and see what it was like in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But that someone, or i should say those people, did come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They showed me what it was like to feel loved again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They gave me the courage to come out of my shell and see what it was like in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Since i used to shut it out from the world, without letting anyone touch it, or even come close to, now the barrier has come down, I confess that im afraid that I may fall too quickly.. that i might repeat the same mistakes, because i had fallen for those people so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;thats a risk i am willing to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(who has finally leant how to love again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-2136160242267978523?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/2136160242267978523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=2136160242267978523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2136160242267978523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/2136160242267978523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/09/crystals.html' title='Crystals'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-8714477399014629321</id><published>2009-09-09T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:58:54.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry about the double post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but heaps of stuffs happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though my legs killed, i decided to go on an adventure around my uni :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which got me lost, made my legs in probably a worser condition than theyre already in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was worth it ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i discovered a secret garden between a few of the buildings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was so pwettiii!!! *O* uwahh!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the one thing which made my day however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;was the one and only tree in that garden which was blooming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was surrounded by benches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and light poles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND A FOUNTAIN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO BEAUTIFUL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and such a romantic spot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it was so secluded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldnt help but take a few photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they dont look as good though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i wanna spend all my time there &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*O*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SqemCsFB5pI/AAAAAAAAADk/4HsuM-KuHkg/s320/Image115.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379450845039552146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can u see the pretty tree?? its behind the bin!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/Sqelrc6ptqI/AAAAAAAAADc/E8K6jpH-6Bc/s320/Image112.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379450445832500898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dead trees sadface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SqelYf_cGzI/AAAAAAAAADU/7JUohMgai-I/s320/Image116.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379450120240372530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-8714477399014629321?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/8714477399014629321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=8714477399014629321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8714477399014629321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/8714477399014629321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/09/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SqemCsFB5pI/AAAAAAAAADk/4HsuM-KuHkg/s72-c/Image115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-4642358182960317754</id><published>2009-09-09T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T04:11:15.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossipgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Hate, Dislike, Loath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you have kept in contact with me recently, you may have heard me complain about a certain someone in all my classes. A retard, which i recently found out is arab and NOT indian..so there goes my curry muncher offence, but he is the most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FOBBED OUT RETARDEDEST DOUCHEBAG OF A LIFETIME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;Why you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he sounds like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he yells at me even when im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and hes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he thinks hes the smartest shit EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;acually i should refer to him as a she..since thats what SHE basically is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;shes super pushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;and i hate him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and may i now present..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the fobbed out curry muncher. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;m gonna delete his photo after coz i dont want a load of shit wasting my phone memory. literally.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;Photo taken with Diannes suggestion, gossipgirl style ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SqeLjsuv-GI/AAAAAAAAADE/zxaSD1edm-c/s320/Image111.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379421725336270946" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;g during class. is he really so poor and hungry that hes forced to rummage through his bag to look for last weeks sandwich? or just looking for a pen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;im sorry for my bitchyness/swearing/racism/whatever else i did that offended anyone but i just needed to get that out of my system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;until next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;starfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-4642358182960317754?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/4642358182960317754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=4642358182960317754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4642358182960317754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/4642358182960317754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/09/hate-dislike-loath.html' title='Hate, Dislike, Loath.'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/SqeLjsuv-GI/AAAAAAAAADE/zxaSD1edm-c/s72-c/Image111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-1561907400152327619</id><published>2009-08-27T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:35:23.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My feelings are like a balloon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they start, theyre full and lively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But i can lose them so quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By lettting go of them, theyll float away and disappear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you embrace them too harshly, they will be destroyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you always keep it in your mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and keep them around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theyll stay like that for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but like everything else,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eventually,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;theyll die away over time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/Sp3mUzGs7KI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VQg12-BXLe4/s320/balloon.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376706775140330658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;So for just a little while longer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;can i keep staying in love with you..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Just until my tears are dried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-1561907400152327619?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/1561907400152327619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-6773029449352113784</id><published>2009-08-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T06:00:26.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good or bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To abandon, or to be abandoned. Which is worse i wonder..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I havent been very straight these past few days, questioning myself about almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeling emotions which i havent felt in a long time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep trying to convinve myself that its my sickness and its making me not think straight, but somewhere, i have a feeling that it isnt as simple that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike the other times, i havent sought out any advice from anyone because i already know how they're going to answer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but maybe its just an excuse to hide myself from the truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;on another note..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ive been more sensitive lately as well, but maybe thats just my pms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so im sorry if i sound a bit =\ or am hurt more easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ill finish this off later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-6773029449352113784?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/6773029449352113784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-289525468167850110</id><published>2009-08-07T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:31:13.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my biggest fears is being left alone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im always afraid of in the end, it willl be me who is left behind.. and noone is there to guide me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a short post..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone has them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some good, some bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some you wish wish could forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you realise youve outgrown them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you feel like theyre finally coming true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some of us just have nightmares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no matter what you dream, when morning comes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reality intrudes and the dreams begin to slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-289525468167850110?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4217673484585225823.post-3483320669088355465</id><published>2009-08-06T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:18:19.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to always think that turning back time would solve everything..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my mistakes, all my worries.. I really wanted everything to go back to what they used to be.. But now is the present, and i can only look ahead of me. I am grateful for where I am today and if it wasnt for those mistakes that i had made so long ago, I would have had a chance of not being here today. I would have missed out the chance of making new friends and meeting people who changed my life, those who helped me to see the positive side of things and not linger onto the past..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past may hurt, but you can either run from it, or learn from it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I choose to learn from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To not repeat the mistakes that I made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to never look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;until i reach the end of the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noone can help but to miss the memories, but they will be my motivation to create more, and who knows? Maybe theyll be better than what they used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All i can do now is hope for the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;starfish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4217673484585225823-3483320669088355465?l=s2starfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/feeds/3483320669088355465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4217673484585225823&amp;postID=3483320669088355465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3483320669088355465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4217673484585225823/posts/default/3483320669088355465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s2starfish.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>s2starfish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08481693238890859990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ffKaBfhDOw/St8FySoLrvI/AAAAAAAAADs/L8CiNn_vY2I/S220/me..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
