<?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-3263032</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:57.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an epitome of me</title><subtitle type='html'>an epitome of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-107276438422681321</id><published>2003-12-29T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:07:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been updating in ages. the reason why im updating is because im bored. dead bored. ive got alot of things i can do like making more and more dolls(yes, i make dolls nowadays. not the voodoo one but can be one also), revamping this website or probably go catch a movie. im still not sure. maybe i'll go catch a movie. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-107276438422681321?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/107276438422681321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/107276438422681321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276438422681321' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-105690851791658816</id><published>2003-06-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T10:45:35.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive having bouts of headaches and it is killing me. kyn is having it too. maybe i havent been having enuff sleep. thats probably the case i guess. well, i went cycling to pasir ris beach and took some photos of cats i came across. there were ard five or six of them and they were really playful and was all over my bike. really nice pussies. no punt intended. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_pr_beach_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- i've got chased by a group of stray dogs on my way home. freaking big sized dogs chasing at me and it was damn scary as fuck but i managed to cycle off in time.  i swear to god i hate stray dogs but cats rock my world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-105690851791658816?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105690851791658816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105690851791658816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105690851791658816' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-105672991198666647</id><published>2003-06-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T09:05:11.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was shocked to find out that marc vivien foe died of heartattack while playing soccer for his country. it was just sad to know that someone so young had to die so soon. i dont make the call on who's gonna live or die but i guess his time has come. Although i am a man u fan, i still couldnt help feeling sad even tho he plays for man u's greatest rival, man city. I guess death has its impact on people in its own way. rest in peace marc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, - marc vivien foe is a cameroon international soccer player and was a player with man city. he died of heart attack at the age of 28, yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-105672991198666647?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105672991198666647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105672991198666647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105672991198666647' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-105621610043620113</id><published>2003-06-21T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T10:37:18.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still don't feel like blogging cuz theres nothing much to blog or bitch about and plus photoblogging seems more interesting and appealing to me. so here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/boat_quay.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panorama shots can be pretty interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling grunge. feeling kurt. feeling minnesota. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss brattyella. feeling seattle also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/the_gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my old school mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_rafflesplace_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cat posed for me chop chop. All the four poses in less than two minutes. raffles place cats are bloody photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_rafflesplace_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_rafflesplace_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_rafflesplace_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_01_geylang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met this one at geylang while i was on my way home. he was minding his own business till i came along and disturbed his peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_02_geylang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don'tlah. Im very shy." I swore, thats what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_03_geylang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally decided to let me take his pic but on one condition,this pose. i was like wtf??? but he's still cute as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_04_geylang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to snap a "feeling emo" pic of him. how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cats/cat_posse_05_geylang.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go and he went back to what he was doing. cutesy pussy.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-105621610043620113?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105621610043620113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/105621610043620113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105621610043620113' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-95356844</id><published>2003-06-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T10:03:46.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't feel like blogging or talking or whatever. Pictures tell better stories than words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azrin's wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/changi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled down to changi beach and took a picture of the jetty at night. nothing special but it reminds me abit of the incubus album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/changi_jetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jetty. (not distorted)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-95356844?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/95356844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/95356844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95356844' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-94277860</id><published>2003-05-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T21:29:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>M - My head hurts like hell. I've been getting occassional wicked headaches. I never had this kinda feeling before and it sucks. I think because school is ending soon and my body can't function well cuz theres not much stress left. i really need a getaway. to start afresh here.  Bali awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my paintings from my assessment on tuesday. and also my graduation group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/paintings/group_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-94277860?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/94277860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/94277860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94277860' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-93816981</id><published>2003-05-05T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T10:46:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/champions.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Loser = Arsenal. Man u has won the championship again and too bad to all those anti man u fans and arse-nal fans. if you simply don't like the fact, you can eat my shorts. its gonna be a long day tomorrow and my assessment is just next week and i need to start painting soon. will try and post images of my paintings when its done. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-93816981?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93816981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93816981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93816981' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-93735623</id><published>2003-05-03T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:13:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K - Kadfhajfasdtfuaf? Life is good, life is great, life is unbelievable. I know that is some crappy boyband song but i guess its pretty true. For the past few months life was topsy turvy for me because of school and life itself but i guess it was all for the good. A good experience none the less. When i thought i could never have eyebags, i was oh so wrong. just like how arsene wenger of arsenal said at the beginning of the season that they would remain unbeaten throughout the season. balls man. you could never predict life but one thing you can always do is enjoy it. Be it good or bad.tats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-93735623?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93735623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93735623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93735623' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-93472524</id><published>2003-04-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T09:11:07.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my entries decided to show up finally after so long. crap. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-93472524?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93472524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93472524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93472524' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-93085682</id><published>2003-04-22T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T07:17:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sars is scary and freaking everybody out. do take care. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-93085682?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93085682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/93085682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93085682' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-92716781</id><published>2003-04-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T07:32:36.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger sucks cuz ive typed this entry way long ago and it can be seen when i view it at my edit page but not on my blogger page. blearfgagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Just in case you don't know, i always miss the bali summer on sunday. even the sun shines differently on sunday. maybe cuz it is her day. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - i yai yai yai yai. my back hurts and almost every part of my body too. i think its because of the stress of school and everything that has got to do with it. everybody is going through stress right now too. all sorts of problem. i haven't met anyone who isn't stressed out with anything. if you are the one, mail me and i'll give you a free tee shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - How long do i have to wait till I get no more headaches and endless sleep. how long more do i have to wait for it all to come to me. how long more do i have to wait to pass the whole fucking test of life. how long more do i have to wait to taste the bitter taste of failure again. how long more do i need to continue worry about everything. how long more do i have to wait to die in your arms. how long more do i have to wait for eternal peace. how long more how long more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-92716781?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92716781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92716781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92716781' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-92515561</id><published>2003-04-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T09:58:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J - Just in case you don't know, i always miss the bali summer on sunday. even the sun shines differently on sunday. maybe cuz it is her day. haha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-92515561?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92515561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92515561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92515561' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-92230118</id><published>2003-04-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T19:41:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I - i yai yai yai yai. my back hurts and almost every part of my body too. i think its because of the stress of school and everything that has got to do with it. everybody is going through stress right now too. all sorts of problem. i haven't met anyone who isn't stressed out with anything. if you are the one, mail me and i'll give you a free tee shirt. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-92230118?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92230118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92230118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92230118' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-92044801</id><published>2003-04-05T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T19:41:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H - How long do i have to wait till I get no more headaches and endless sleep. how long more do i have to wait for it all to come to me. how long more do i have to wait to pass the whole fucking test of life. how long more do i have to wait to taste the bitter taste of failure again. how long more do i need to continue worry about everything. how long more do i have to wait to die in your arms. how long more do i have to wait for eternal peace. how long more how long more? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-92044801?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92044801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/92044801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92044801' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91611814</id><published>2003-03-29T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T10:30:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>G - Go away, far far away to a place where we long to be. so, come away with me. &lt;br /&gt;Come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I will write you a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me on a bus&lt;br /&gt;Come away where they can't tempt us&lt;br /&gt;With their lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk with you&lt;br /&gt;On a cloudy day&lt;br /&gt;In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high&lt;br /&gt;So won't you try to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me and we'll kiss&lt;br /&gt;On a mountaintop&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to wake up with the rain&lt;br /&gt;Falling on a tin roof&lt;br /&gt;While I'm safe there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;So all I ask is for you&lt;br /&gt;To come away with me in the night&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91611814?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91611814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91611814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91611814' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91552814</id><published>2003-03-28T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T08:16:31.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F - Fever, fever, fever. You give me fever. Sars. no, i don't want any fever and no i don't want to get infected but many singaporeans have been infected by it. its even bigger than the whole war issue going on now. Singaporeans are too ignorant too care for anything unless it affects or involves them. well, sars did a good job to wake singaporeans up. there still isnt a cure for it although scientist and researchers know what it is. but i guess you all did know all that from reading the papers and watching the tv. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a science lesson here. if you thought that sars is incureable, so is influenza. the pills and medicines doctors prescribed to you or the one you get off the shelves off pharmacies are just to make the influenza simmer down but not cure it. what makes you better and kills away influenza is your immune system. and my friend asked me whether the end of the world is nearing cuz theres war and one sign god will show before the end of the world(this is taken from the Quraan) is he will unleash an incurable disease. a plague. well, i told him we might never know until that day comes. i hope its not so soon. i know its not for me to decide but i guess i'll just havta be prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a rest. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91552814?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91552814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91552814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91552814' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91484149</id><published>2003-03-27T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T07:32:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E - End is neverending. this is gonna be the shortest four weeks in my life. ever since i joined lasalle, time passes very very fast. one week feels like one day.  and one day is just too short a time. im not looking forward to the holiday nor looking forward for school to end. im looking forward to nothing. theres nothing to look forward to until you reached the finishing line. forward forward backward forward backward makes me go dizzy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91484149?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91484149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91484149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91484149' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91186214</id><published>2003-03-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T09:44:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ghost. and no, this image wasn't edited with photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91186214?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91186214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91186214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91186214' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91133962</id><published>2003-03-21T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T09:28:26.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D - Drop dead gorgeous simply rocks. kirsten dunst totally rocks and denise richards totally blew my socks away. but beauty pageant doesnt rock at all. i wonder why are they showing this movie when there's miss singapore universe tomorrow. the movie is like mocking the whole idea of being in a beauty pageant. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met kyn at nite just now for a while. we went to get poster colour and hangout at tampines and met an old friend of ours. her name is dorothy. she is so damn cute and playful but she's shedding. kyn told me that maybe she didnt have proper meals and shes old. she must be abit lost too when we left cuz i think she really enjoyed our company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, ive got for myself a new pair of old school cammo vans shoes. lucky that it was sold out at bugis the other when i went there cuz it cost ard 75 bucks there. the place where i got it from cost 50 bucks. what a bargain. can't wait to wear it. cammo cammo cammo. ive even spread the cammo virus into my work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91133962?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91133962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91133962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91133962' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91065541</id><published>2003-03-20T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T08:24:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C - Come away with me. what do u do when the ghost of claire lisbon returns to mess up with your head. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91065541?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91065541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91065541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91065541' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-91065462</id><published>2003-03-20T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T08:22:17.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B - Beautiful day. It was  a great and beautiful day but too bad i was too tired for it and sleepy as hell. i even felt asleep with a brush in my hand while painting. how bad is that. i shld have slept the night before but it was my mistake for staying up trying to make tee frames for the art market in my school. if u dunno, theres an open house and art market goin on in lasalle sia from today till saturday from 11am to 5pm. im selling some tees too. got some stuff from there too. a denim BBC sling bag and a beige hippie sling bag for 8 bucks. cheap cheap cheap. some of my classmates are selling cheap 2nd hand clothes. a 3/4 pants from topshop for 2 bucks. most of the 2nd hand stuff are for 2 bucks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-91065462?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91065462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/91065462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91065462' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-90862902</id><published>2003-03-17T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T08:58:02.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A - Air-con. We need aircon everywhere we go these days cuz of the super humid weather. i was practically melting and wearing a black pair of jeans wasnt such a good idea also. I didnt wanna wear it but I had to cuz i had to go for an interview for a part time job. teaching lil kids art. I am kinda scared and nervous but at the same time looking forward to it. If i ever wanna teach, this would be a good time to start and experience. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-90862902?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90862902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90862902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90862902' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-90591826</id><published>2003-03-12T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T07:59:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive realised i dont have brain tumour. the pain in my head which feels like somebody is tearing my scalp is caused by insufficent sleep. it hurts and i guess i'd better sleep early to make the feeling go away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-90591826?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90591826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90591826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90591826' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-90410022</id><published>2003-03-09T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:26:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/champion.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Loser = Arsenal. Man u has again won the championship and too bad to all those anti man u fans and arsenal. if you simply don't like the fact, you can eat my shorts. its gonna be a long day tomorrow and my assessment is next week and i need to start painting. will try and post my paintings when its done. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-90410022?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90410022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90410022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90410022' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-90185522</id><published>2003-03-05T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T09:28:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to manic jango's studio and he gave me an old select magazine featuring kurt cobains history after his death. lotsa cool images and theres some a whole shitload abt dykes. coolio. it was so freaking humid for the past two days. even vanilla ice would melt like an ice ice baby if he was in this kinda weather. it would maybe even ignite a jungle fever if god has his ways. occasional breeze would make things better but air con would surely save the day. damn i wish there was aircon installed in my studio. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-90185522?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90185522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/90185522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90185522' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89904963</id><published>2003-02-28T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T07:33:19.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna adopt a pet ewok. do u know where to get one? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89904963?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89904963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89904963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89904963' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89904686</id><published>2003-02-28T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T07:27:43.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zwan rocks. ive missed the old smashing pumpkins and zwan brought back that early smashing pumpkin post grunge sound. very nice. very nostalgic.  school was fine till all sorts of responsibilities flew in my face out of the blue. some people were abandoning their post from the diploma show committee and most just talk alot and do nothing. well, i don't mind the responsibility but it sucks when it's supposed to be a "GROUP" effort. well, fuck that. i just wanna graduate. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89904686?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89904686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89904686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89904686' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89718188</id><published>2003-02-25T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T08:35:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are images of a few new friends i made last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://www.bornstarr.brattyella.com/cat06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89718188?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89718188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89718188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89718188' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89717233</id><published>2003-02-25T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T08:36:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89717233?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89717233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89717233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89717233' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89546540</id><published>2003-02-22T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T03:03:04.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy happy its a saturday. tell me tell me its a saturday. i wish i was in bali. had lunch with my parents at siglap and it was ages since i had lunch with them. felt like i was on holiday. it feels like bali. i didnt want it to end. i wanna feel new and a i wanna see new things and places. my classmate told me it would be good if i were to head down to london for a change. maybe i would. maybe maybe maybe. have you seen elizabeth lately?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89546540?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89546540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89546540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89546540' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89303056</id><published>2003-02-18T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T05:19:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather has been topsy turvy for the past few days. alot of ppl are getting ill cuz of it. hot cold hot cold cold hot hot shine rain stop go go stop stop go where dunno go go stop. damn. i need to finish two A0 size drawings by friday and im not even half stressed. what i need now is a trip to bali to chill out with frens for a few weeks. damn i miss bali. can't wait to go there again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89303056?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89303056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89303056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89303056' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89146268</id><published>2003-02-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T08:11:04.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ola. its been a very very tiring day. played in a soccer tournament in the morning all the way till afternoon and after that had to play in a gig. we'll we kinda sucked for the gig but its not that bad i guess. like the song "good times, bad times, gimme some of it" suggest that you need a lil bit of spice in life to make it interesting. thanks to aaron, rizman, jeremy for the gig. i was melting and the cold shower really helped. damn i wish it was a cold  nite. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89146268?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89146268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89146268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89146268' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-89097309</id><published>2003-02-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T08:17:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>couldn't get online for three days cuz my internet modem got screwed. got it changed today tho. i am addicted to the bloody internet. aren't you? try not to go online for a week and you'll know how i feel. the first thing i do when i get home is to take my shoes off and then head to my room and switch on the computer. it is that damn addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that valentines day is overrated. tats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-89097309?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89097309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/89097309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89097309' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-88799556</id><published>2003-02-09T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T07:00:44.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to help my lecturer put up her art work at one of her buyers place in sommerset and they have this really cool apartment. the guy was spanish and his wife was italian. the whole place was filled with artwork of sorts from all over the world. no wall was spared too. all of it were occupied with paintings of sorts. i dunno really know how to describe it but i would love to have a place like that. a three room condo in orchard rd. the view might not be that good but the evening breeze is killer. damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play soccer at east coast after that. realized that the hawker centre by the beach closed down at the beginning of the year. first taman serasi at botanic gardens and then here. crap man. saw a number of cats near the hawker centre and theyre pretty skinny. what a pity. no more hawker centre means no more food for them. more crap. and man u drew. crap crap crap. i hope god isn't an arsenal fan. hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-88799556?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88799556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88799556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88799556' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-88782134</id><published>2003-02-08T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T19:35:55.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out that my bro got an olympus 3.0 digicam from his friend. coolness. now both of us have our own camera and we won't havta share one camera. the last time we shared my digicam, the camera got sick. its a happy happy sunday. i love sunday. it always makes me feel like going for a short holiday. sunday vibe is good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-88782134?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88782134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88782134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88782134' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-88650682</id><published>2003-02-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T07:16:02.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo. got myself a new toy yesterday. cost me 700 bucks. its the new all weather olympus digital camera. they're showing the new camera ad on tv. can't wait to play with it. didnt have time to play with it ever since i got it cuz of the upcoming drawing exhibition im having next week. do come if ur free. 11th February,7pm at Lasalle SIA college of the arts Earl Lu Gallery. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-88650682?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88650682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88650682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88650682' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-88476152</id><published>2003-02-03T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T07:50:22.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met shairy at cityhall after school just now. its been some time that ive walked down to orchard rd from cityhall. everything is making me dizzy. the bright lights, alot of ppl, walking, train rides, bus rides and even sitting here makes me dizzy. i havent felt like this before. am i dying? god knows. maybe im over reacting. make all the dizzyness and nausea go away. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-88476152?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88476152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88476152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88476152' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-88369040</id><published>2003-01-31T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T23:40:29.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New year y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-88369040?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88369040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/88369040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88369040' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87851956</id><published>2003-01-22T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T10:21:36.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This might sound cheesy but all i ever wanted at this point of time is world peace, the whole world economy to stabilise and more jobs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87851956?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87851956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87851956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87851956' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87641080</id><published>2003-01-18T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T08:05:56.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sunday soccer team finally won our first soccer game. we beat some team by four goals to one. it was long overdue. the field was at loewen rd. somewhere behind the american embassy. you have to walk a long way in. it was quite ulu. the field was crappy and i think there's a quicksand there too. it was that bad and plus it was raining heavily and the whole place was muddy. it was fun playing in the rain though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing soccer is fun when you win. playing anything is fun when you win but losing isnt that bad either. i feel so happy that we won and man u won too that i dunno how to react. i guess it stops there. everybody felt so lethargic after that. was very very tiring. adek was there too. he played as a striker. how often do you see adek playing soccer on the field. talk heaps to him after that. life is still the same. same ol same ol. well, i'd better go now. tats. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87641080?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87641080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87641080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87641080' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87620949</id><published>2003-01-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T18:51:21.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels&lt;br /&gt;Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles&lt;br /&gt;Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;Silver white winters that melt into springs&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dog bites&lt;br /&gt;When the bee stings&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;I simply remember my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;And then I don't feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87620949?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87620949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87620949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87620949' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87588250</id><published>2003-01-17T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T05:32:05.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stop wondering what will i be in ten years time, what will I be doing, who will i be with, will i be happy or not, will i be rich, will i be poor, will i be dead, will i be pious? god knows. i surely dont know and it seems kinda foggy but i think its supposed to be that way. i know i havta plan for my future. Being old seems so surreal. i dont feel old and i dunno how to feel old when the time comes. maybe i think too much. i should go rest. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87588250?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87588250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87588250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87588250' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87587818</id><published>2003-01-17T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T05:20:02.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87587818?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87587818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87587818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87587818' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87537862</id><published>2003-01-16T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T08:03:09.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i have been too hardworking in school. staying in school from 9am to 10pm isnt that bad cept that it'll give u a wicked headache and tire you when you dont expect it. i need a panadol and a rest. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87537862?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87537862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87537862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87537862' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87304523</id><published>2003-01-12T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T06:02:43.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt know that Dancer in the dark is a very sad movie. quite slow but very touching. bjork is ooh so cute and im hooked to that sound of music song " my favourite things". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the book fair at expo just now. most of the books were already sold but managed to get a few good books. i should make a point to go early and be kiasu cuz it pays. sometimes that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padi rocks and i still cant get sheila on 7 out of my head. i miss bali. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87304523?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87304523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87304523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87304523' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87167238</id><published>2003-01-09T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T07:06:41.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has been nice but everybody seemed to be abit jaded. well, maybe because of the infamous great singapore stress. the holiday was well deserved but not the stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my precious playing this sat at Oosh club. other bands involved are unvisual, sangfroid, systemless, chocolate tiger, pension state and plain sunset. gig starts at 3pm. doors open at 2. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87167238?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87167238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87167238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87167238' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-87113358</id><published>2003-01-08T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T06:55:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a cold monday. one of the coldest this year although only 8 days had past. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-87113358?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87113358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/87113358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87113358' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-86965008</id><published>2003-01-05T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T08:42:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i could look after you till you get strong and healthy again. ever since me and kyn saw you when you were that sick and abandoned outside burger king, we knew we had to take care of you. the puss in your eyes wasnt really a good sign and you just didnt want to swallow the milk we were feeding you. you were ooh so cute. you were asleep just now when i came from work and i didnt wanna wake you up. i guess i should have. when i wanted to wake you up to feed you, you opted to go to kittie heaven. i hope you rest in peace. all of us love you and i miss you so much already. take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophie. r.i.p. 05-01-2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-86965008?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86965008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86965008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86965008' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-86942335</id><published>2003-01-04T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T18:01:51.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i havent been updating for quite a while. been busy with work. i will try to update more often once school reopens.tata. happy sunday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-86942335?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86942335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86942335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86942335' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-86552837</id><published>2002-12-26T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T09:01:48.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been and will be a busy busy week till the 5th of january next year cuz im working continuosly since monday. had to ask my fren to replace me yesterday so that i can have a day off. im just scared that i'll get burnt out. back to work later. damn but it all isnt for nothing. so i guess it aint that bad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-86552837?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86552837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86552837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86552837' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-86435655</id><published>2002-12-23T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T06:46:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from bali yesterday and im missing everything bali already. i miss the whole group too. we made it a point to go back there at least once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss dining during the sunset by the beach to sesuatu yg inda and sephia.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the hot bali summer in december.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to k mart to get mineral water and cup noodles and that strange flava mesquite pringle chips&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling reception to change channel and ask for hot water.&lt;br /&gt;i miss riding the wave at kuta beach with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that sleazy reggae bar where there was a blackout when we wanted to pay the bill and the local thought it was another bomb blast.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the bali people.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the free breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;i miss going to that lane which lead to legian and where they had all the cool stores like surfer girl,etc.&lt;br /&gt;i miss room 217 and 218.&lt;br /&gt;i miss waking up to you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that small cheesy waterfall at our swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;i miss being greeted everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;i miss country roads by the cabin crew when we wanted to depart from bali.&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating rice at kfc. yes they serve rice with chicken and they have perkedel(bagedil or that potato thing)&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything bali.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss all of you. &lt;br /&gt;till we meet again. &lt;br /&gt;Bali for peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-86435655?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86435655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86435655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86435655' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-86204890</id><published>2002-12-17T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T21:28:03.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good news: im here in Bali&lt;br /&gt;bad news: your not.&lt;br /&gt;heh. enjoi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-86204890?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86204890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/86204890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86204890' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85950001</id><published>2002-12-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T08:22:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to see the dead line at the substation. blending punk rock and performing arts together was really good. towards the end of the show, there were 3 pontianaks dancing around and switching off the televisions while rizman was singing "sama sama maju kehadapan" (the childrens day song). it was really freaky but i really did enjoy the show. the guys at kytv really did put up a good show. cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im goin to bali and i still havent pack my bag yet or decide what to bring. yey. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85950001?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85950001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85950001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85950001' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85878758</id><published>2002-12-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T21:25:19.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got flu? blearghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh;adkfa;sldfa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85878758?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85878758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85878758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85878758' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85830867</id><published>2002-12-11T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T01:51:35.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help me, my nose is running awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85830867?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85830867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85830867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85830867' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85781439</id><published>2002-12-10T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T05:51:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the rain and sunshine is making ppl sick. im trying my best to fight getting flu. lotsa panadol, water and cough syrup and lotsa rest. havta get well before this weekend cuz who the hell wanna go on a holiday with flu. bali awaits. can waits. tracy waits.hell awaits. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85781439?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85781439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85781439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85781439' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85647035</id><published>2002-12-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T07:37:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this off jeremy's site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Friends! KYTV is having a multi-media performance on the 13th &amp; 14th of Dec, 8pm at The Substation Guinness Theatre, Singapore (armenian street). It is called Dead/Line. The questionaire below is also part of the interactivity of the performance and also serves as a preview to what is going to happen. If you could copy the questions and paste it on your webby together with all your answers, you would inevitably be shaping the real performance itself. So be part of the project. Be part of KYTV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I need the response and all the help I could get......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead/Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FILL IN THE QUESTIONAIRE BELOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Complete this sentence. A deadline is……the day when you have to finish something on time or else ur dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When and what is your next deadline? later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What would a world without deadlines be like? a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What is your favourite line? (Can be any line from a movie, song, book, motto or phrase etc) TV ad. yunnam haircare. "is works! just one time and i felt the difference".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is your favourite ‘line’ word or sentence? (Any phrase or word with ‘line’ in it. eg: flat line, sideline, draw the line, line dancing) fuck this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Complete the paragraph below.&lt;br /&gt;Come to my _show___ at _six __o’clock, at the ___esplanade?___. Take off your _pants___ and I will show you my __whammy bar____. You __mamistas____? I __tarzan___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Complete this sentence. Singapore is full of __taugeh_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) How do you like your eggs done? like the way its should be eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is the only significant difference between a human and an egg? the spelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Are you a &lt;br /&gt;a) quitter or a stayer? stayer&lt;br /&gt;b) and why? cuz stayer is actually slayer with a t instead of l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Complete the sentence. The purpose of my life is…to make the world a better  place to live in……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85647035?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85647035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85647035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85647035' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85642510</id><published>2002-12-07T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T08:32:40.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterdays gig was ok. the crowd was weird but ok. not your normal gig crowd i must say. it rained heavily for a few times but lucky for me, the rained stopped abt an hour before my band set. i guess god loves kildonan. haha. sommerset was brilliant. not many ppl really understand or appreciate their music cept for the guys who know sommerset and some ang moh groupies. i think they're pug jelly groupies too. it was very irritating to see and hear them screaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very happy that man u beat arsenal. it made my day honestly. i miss my baby.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85642510?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85642510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85642510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85642510' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85547281</id><published>2002-12-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T19:13:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been busy cleaning up my house just now. my lil bro is a lazy slob. he is very calculative and doesnt do anything. hes even too lazy to clean the window in his room. enuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught sweet november on cable just now. it was a very good movie and charlize theron is very very very cute. from the way she dress to the way she act. damn. moral of the story for the movie, if you really love somebody you have to let her/him go. if u cause too much pain that is. heh. well. selamat hari raya to all. adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85547281?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85547281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85547281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85547281' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85524123</id><published>2002-12-04T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T22:03:06.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloogk bligk blpoopa askfdjads. tomorrow is hari raya and its seems like the fasting month started just yesterday and now its gonna end. well, cant wait for bali. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85524123?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85524123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85524123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85524123' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85429496</id><published>2002-12-03T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T06:59:33.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad told me that sungei rd was also known as "Robinson Petang". never heard  of that before. have u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85429496?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85429496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85429496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85429496' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85426020</id><published>2002-12-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T05:23:02.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>local sitcoms are really bad. i dunno why im even watching living with lydia. i have everything i want in my room but it would be dandy if there was cable. i was watching this movie on channel i but its called soccer dog. how crappy can that get. super b-grade soccer movie. i think i need to change the channel. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85426020?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85426020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85426020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85426020' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85375897</id><published>2002-12-02T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T05:53:55.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to all the liverpool fans, you can eat my short. to all those man u fans, rock on. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85375897?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85375897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85375897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85375897' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85298304</id><published>2002-11-30T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T09:30:40.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i got back home after meeting kyn ard half past ten at nite yesterday, my dad asked me to accompany him to a funeral. his aunt passed away.  i got no idea who she was but i followed anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house was on the seven floor sumwhere in bedok. forgot the block number also. while on the way walking to the place along the sixth floor corridor i could smell death. death just filled the air. didnt helped that the air was stale. creepy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85298304?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85298304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85298304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85298304' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85282648</id><published>2002-11-29T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T21:18:39.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my computer nearly died on me yesterday. waited from midnite till around six am to wait for her to run scandisk and had to reinstall my windows to save her. if she had crashed and cannot be saved, i would be fucked but she still sayang me. sayang sayang my computer. ok computer? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85282648?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85282648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85282648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85282648' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85242751</id><published>2002-11-28T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:43:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its nearly half past two on a friday afternoon and its raining heavily. its a very nice weather to cuddle up and make out. yummy. maybe i can even do my own version of singing in the rain in my boxers and tee (minus the yellow raincoat,hat and umbrella.) and i hope i dont get sick from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt floyd the barber was telling me not swim in the river. he looked damn ragged. ragged man in ragged clothes ala vincent. i dont remember what happened after that. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody wanna go to the carribean in maybe a year or two? trinidad and the other islands around it are damn marvellous. i wanna go there. sandy beaches, clear waters, nice people, nice culture. should make it a point to go there one day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85242751?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85242751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85242751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85242751' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85053476</id><published>2002-11-25T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T06:00:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday i dreamt that i played in a friendly soccer match against the republic of ireland. the weird thing was that i dont remember who my team mate was. all those bigshot soccer stars like roy keane and robbie keane were there all. we even took pics with them and put the pics in one of my team mate(who i still got no idea who) blog but the pic was blurry. very weird man.  it all seemed very real till i woke up. my seldom remember what i dreamt but this was one of the weird ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody ever had a pinyata for a birthday before? it would be cool to have one but i dunno where to get it. should make a point to try and have one for my next birthday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85053476?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85053476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85053476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85053476' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-85006376</id><published>2002-11-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T05:51:11.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdays flea market was ok. sold quite a number of tees even though the crowd wasnt that big. thanks to all those who bought the tees. will be having selling tees at stasis 5 also. go to http://www.nussu.org/~oms/stasisv/ for more info. furthermore the gig is only 5 bucks and you will stand to get a whole load of goodies like cds and magazine if  u come early. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-85006376?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85006376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/85006376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85006376' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84910864</id><published>2002-11-21T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T22:15:18.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sore back aint sore anymore. lie down on your back. straighten your left leg and raise your knee and bring it towards your chest. twist abit and hold it there for a few moments. walaa. sore back aint sore anymore. it was a bloody muscle pull. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84910864?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84910864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84910864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84910864' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84874002</id><published>2002-11-21T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T07:53:19.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was helping one of my lecturer take down her exhibition at alliance francois. everything went well till the end when we were transporting her works back to her place in seletar camp. i strained my back and it still hurts now. it sucks man. i feel like a bloody old man. arrrrrrgh. my mum help put some musclerub on it earlier in the evening but it still hurts. it must be my sitting posture. i need to get a new computer chair. the one im using sucks. damn. i hope it gets better tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84874002?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84874002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84874002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84874002' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84801320</id><published>2002-11-19T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T21:38:19.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im gonnabe selling tees, old clothes and some other stuffs this saturday 23rd of november at the flea/art market in substation. it starts from 2pm to 8pm. spread the word. be there or be square. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84801320?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84801320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84801320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84801320' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84713258</id><published>2002-11-18T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T09:01:25.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanna join cirque de soccer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84713258?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84713258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84713258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84713258' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84712955</id><published>2002-11-18T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T08:55:02.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been practising my football juggling skills in my room for the past few days. it started from boredom and its been really infectious now. i would be juggling when i felt like it. from the moment i wake till before i go to bed i would start juggling, i felt as if i was maradona or something. my parents would also complain but when they do i stop and when they stop, i start. i guess im just reliving my childhood. i was crappy at football juggling when i was young and i think im improving now. its abit late but hey, its never too old. getting the all techniques right. watching alot of soccer on tv helps i guess. if all this sounds weird, i guess too bad then. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84712955?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84712955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84712955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84712955' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84694911</id><published>2002-11-17T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T22:11:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love it when it rains but i can't go out now. hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84694911?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84694911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84694911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84694911' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84653895</id><published>2002-11-17T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T00:33:56.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up to the sound of children screaming and shouting in the nearby playground. the past week was a good rest for me. finally the holiday mood is sinking in. if not, it would make no difference to any other school day. and the trip, thailand is cancelled and hopefully bali will be a blast. not that kinda bomb blast but blast blast. hehe. my fren told me that his cousin went there after the blast and stuffs like clothes all were at dirtcheap prices. cant wait to shop there and also i would like to take pics of the post bali bombing. see the ppl reaction and lives. it think it would be a very cool experience. can wait. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84653895?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84653895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84653895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84653895' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84523382</id><published>2002-11-14T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T05:12:39.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i guess this is goodbye".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84523382?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84523382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84523382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84523382' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84482877</id><published>2002-11-13T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T10:37:58.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played in the rain yesterday while on my way to jamming. those trail slipper are so damn slippery and they have totally no grip when it rains. i had to walk barefoot from dhoby ghaut to tnt. its pretty cool and cold at the same time. i missed playing in the rain. playing catching in the rain with my neighbourhood friends in the playground when i was young was damn fun fun fun. i miss old times. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84482877?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84482877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84482877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84482877' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84424410</id><published>2002-11-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T09:04:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive got no idea why they're releasing  nirvana album consisting of the same old song just because of one rare unreleased track. they shld just do a rare single or sumthing. releasing that cd is a rip off. too bad kurt's dead. maybe his ghost will haunt dave geffen or sumthing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84424410?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84424410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84424410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84424410' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84424022</id><published>2002-11-12T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T08:54:10.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out with kyn to challenger trying to sell off her computer stuffs that she doesnt need but sadly challenger wasn't taking in any trade ins item this mth. was supposed to help her get cash from selling her stuff  but instead we went to carrefour and i spent 80 bucks on a pair of pants and a shirt. it was totally on impulse. im not regretting any minute of it. : ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met anu after that and we break fast with her at the funan mcdonald's. she is still schizophrenicteleminicbalzebiniqueandscaredofchaka same ol' anu. went back after that and got myself bloated with roti john, popiah and fried chicken. im trying to cut down on eating during the fasting mth and hopefully cut lose some weight. i hope i hope. wish me luck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84424022?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84424022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84424022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84424022' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84402458</id><published>2002-11-11T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T21:22:04.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't we all feel empty and confused at this time of the year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84402458?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84402458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84402458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84402458' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84402337</id><published>2002-11-11T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T21:19:26.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant seem to say what i want to say and do what i want to do. i hate to think about the future but i need to have a plan for it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84402337?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84402337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84402337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84402337' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84314436</id><published>2002-11-10T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T05:47:16.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84314436?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84314436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84314436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84314436' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84124000</id><published>2002-11-06T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T09:10:42.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally got myself the goonies vcd that i've been craving to watch. the movie brings back alot of memories for me. i used to watch it a gazillion times when i was in primary school and will never get bored of it. I watch it the night i bought it and realised that time flies very very fast when you're no longer in your teens . i remembered that the show was supposed to be very long, but when i watch it again it was kinda short. I dunno why but it bothers me alot. I thought it would make me feel like i was 10 again or something like that but i realised something else. good times and good memories will always be a thing of the past and it should stay that way. reliving it doesnt make it seems special anyone and life is short. to think that we have a lifetime to enjoy, most of it are either working, slacking, thinking about getting old or thinking about death. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84124000?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84124000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84124000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84124000' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-84008744</id><published>2002-11-04T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T08:18:34.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey. my assessment is over. can do things ive been wanting to do which ive got no clue at the moment. I'm brain dead and my room looking like a world war 60000 doesnt help the cause. will go to imm tomorrow with kyn to shop shop shop for things cheap and nice. were not cheapskates but we shop smart i guess. hehe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-84008744?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84008744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/84008744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84008744' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83880746</id><published>2002-11-01T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T09:05:29.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does staying up late makes you lose hair? Then why do they have tv ads about hair loss treatment like that "is works" ad by yun nam hair care and a few other company. it does makes me wonder. Im painting and at the same time im watching this b-grade movie called co-ed call girls on channel 5 and tori spelling's on it. weird man. im blogging now cuz its the advertisement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83880746?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83880746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83880746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83880746' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83770827</id><published>2002-10-30T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T06:32:01.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>paranoid does android when i listen to the radiohead and stone rolls when mick shove dagger up his ass. i wanna know i dont wanna go do let me show you where they keep the poison ivy. all i wanted was to see the goonies. all i ever ever wanted was to see the goonies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83770827?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83770827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83770827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83770827' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83665212</id><published>2002-10-28T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T07:33:51.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it just sucks. yeah. it does. why? figure it out for yourself. life isn't that easy and answers don't come easily. make answers. don't wait for it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83665212?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83665212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83665212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83665212' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83596569</id><published>2002-10-27T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T08:32:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't seem to understand why but cats like to fight and fuck by the pot plants in front of my house and they would make those orgasmic cat sounds. i find it very disturbing and most of the time, they sounds would start after midnite till around 2 or 3 plus in the morning. is this a sign or something or maybe the plants are attracting horny cats. most of the time i would arm myself with a spray bottle which contains water and break the commotion. you should see the look on the faces of the cat before i spray the water on them. the sad puppy look but wtf, its just too irritating. but despite all that, i still think cats are cool. maow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83596569?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83596569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83596569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83596569' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83464134</id><published>2002-10-24T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T08:43:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i totally fucked up my art history presentation just now. i was too bloody nervous and i couldn't do anything right during the presentation. two days preparing for it and had only about 6 hours of sleep. i guess that contributes to me being nervous. i havent been nervous for presentation for quite some time. i guess i was too tired and feeling dead. what a major fuck up. i think i need to do a very good research paper in order to pass this bloody subject. i hope i pass. thats enuff i guess. nothing much to worry about cept for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my assessment is on the fifth of november and tomorrow we have to clean up our studios. im not stressed out but im just scared that i'll get burnt out. and i think im gonna get called up for mobilization this saturday. what a major fuck up again and again. but theres still tomorrow. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83464134?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83464134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83464134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83464134' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-83279244</id><published>2002-10-20T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T20:38:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since u've update. where have u been? i dunno. but yesterday was fun. walking from school to the esplanade. me and kyn walk from kallang, we passed by the merdeka bridge. the scenery there was very beautiful at night. and the cool breeze blowing in your face minus the fumes from the cars passing by.  then we walked from beneath the benjamin sheares bridge. it doesnt look like singapore at all at nite over there. its connected all the way to the esplanade. and when we reached the esplanade, there was a performance by some percussion group from down under. it was packed and crowded the crowd was dead as usual. people were just standing. they were supposed to be dancing and moving ard jumping or something. i guess singaporeans are really that boring. felt like a tourist yesterday too. maybe because a hawaiian tee, berms and slippers does make u look like one. shccadhakddddjlsdjuireupopafklad. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-83279244?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83279244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/83279244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83279244' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82969047</id><published>2002-10-14T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T09:13:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.got a part time job at arts singapore. had to wear casual clothes and it was all black like as if going to a funeral. its a contemporary asian art fair which exhibits contemporary asian art from ard asia. duh! heh. well, my work was to sell the exhibtion catalog and i encountered alot of snobbish ppl. rich and snobbish. it aint that bad cuz it was a one day job. alot of the gallery curators are such dickheads and bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artist make artworks to express themselves, prove a point and let the bourgeoisie collect their works. blergadalfasfdjakdf. well, reality bites.but one plus point is that i found ideas for my major from the exhibition and got a free catalogue too. not bad for a five hour job that pays 30 bucks and gets a free catalogue that cost ten bucks for standing just selling catalogues.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82969047?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82969047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82969047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82969047' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82949276</id><published>2002-10-13T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T21:27:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't had a proper good night sleep for the past few weeks. always i would be sleeping around two and then be waking up around half past seven in the morning. it is getting more draggy and pretty tiring too. i guess i have to try to force myself to sleep early but at this moment i don't think i can. i always get ideas on my school work late at night and then i have to scribble it out or sketch it. maybe until the end of the month at least cuz my assessment is coming up and after that then i can have my beauty sleep. dark eye ring = the ring + dark water + the eye. the fasting month is coming up again during the holis and i think i can start dieting. hah. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82949276?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82949276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82949276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82949276' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82743534</id><published>2002-10-09T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T08:44:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally got ideas for my major. i always get good ideas at the last minute and that sucks cuz i havta rush to excute and resolve it but its better than never i guess. theres about three weeks left to complete 8 paintings and i've only got 1 at the moment but i have lotsa support drawings. i guess i need to start shooting 8 birds with one stone. im not trying to sound overconfident but i think if theres' a will theres' a way. have faith.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82743534?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82743534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82743534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82743534' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82597663</id><published>2002-10-06T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T10:05:44.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating for the past week. lotsa things happened. the class drawing exhibition went well. two of my works got selected. it runs till wednesday. the gallery opens from 11am to 7pm on weekdays but it is closed on mondays. the gig at lasalle wasn't that good cuz the equipment sucked and we had to play with one guitar amp only because the other one blew before out set. imagine playing two guitars with one amplifier. because of that we sucked too. i guess thats just a lame excuse for playing badly. my assessment is coming soon early next month and i have to finish all work soon. i need to spend more time with kyn also. havent gave her enough tlc and time. Crazy birds mfly hie. figure out what that means. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82597663?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82597663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82597663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82597663' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82274129</id><published>2002-09-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T10:00:06.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>snails always go out after it rains. they like to go their aunts place kyn said. too bad that alot of snails in my school got crushed accidentally today. my classmate mithun is the snail saviour. he would pick up the snails that were still moving on the walkway and place them to the opposite site of where the snails wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to make a tee design succesfully by using photo emulsion. its not that hard. its my second try and both were succesful. yey. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82274129?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82274129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82274129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82274129' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82194886</id><published>2002-09-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T08:08:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back. wanna print some tees but theres beowolf on tv. i think im gonna watch it. lame movie but its been a long time since ive watch a movie on channel 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82194886?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82194886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82194886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82194886' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-82150924</id><published>2002-09-26T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T09:24:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from angela's place with kyn. me, kyn, angela and yani had to draw a big drawing around 2 metres by 3 metres for a unifem project. angela's place was really cool. there were paintings all over and it was huge too. she stayed in one of those big single houses that looks like a bungalow at thompson rd. her place is to die for. kinda regret for not listening to my parents for not studying hard then cuz i had listened to them i would have a very good paying job now and could afford living in a place like that. well, it aint that bad. im happy with where im living now but it would be a dream for me to live in a place like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, i've got alot of thing to do for school, theres this drawing exhibition which is opening  next week on the 2nd of october. i hope my drawings will get selected. the lecturers will tell who gets selected tomorrow. wish me luck. then theres a gig happening in my school too on the 5th. kildonan will be playing along with lotsa other great bands. we jammed once yesterday and it wasnt that good because the jamming studio at penin had really crappy equipment. djohan's guitar sounds like a chainsaw, mine sound's very sandy and shairy's drum was really pathetic.one of the cymbals sounds like the hi hat and the other cymal looks like a china but sounds flat. it was really wrong. i don't think we will ever jam there again. one more jamming to go and i hope things go fine. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-82150924?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82150924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/82150924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82150924' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-81954615</id><published>2002-09-22T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T10:11:05.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent my birthday with kyn having dinner at pasir ris fisherman's village. it was nice. spending time together doing simple things can be quite nice. couldn't meet up with other friends cuz i was too exhausted cuz i  played street soccer on saturday morning. it was organized by my school. it was fun though. didnt really played to win but played for fun. i was actually helping my friend out cuz one of his player pulled out. didn't really do much today cept for some drawings and then had sunday soccer. nothing complicated but just doing the simple things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i've updated the tee shirt page. i've put in four new designs. enjoi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-81954615?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/81954615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/81954615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81954615' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-81825752</id><published>2002-09-19T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T08:41:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a cab to school today and on the way, the driver jam break because he didnt want to hit a bird. i dont think many driver would do what he did. i think. theory class was still the same and boring and i had to write notes that were in the book cuz i didnt wanna fall asleep. Usually i would arm myself with mentos and a bottle of mineral water but i only had mineral water only today. couldnt get mentos cuz it was out of stock from the drink shop in the canteen. i usually get my supply there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to stay in school longer but i guess i was too tired. got free food for dinner from the lecturers meeting. they would usually cater lotsa food when they have an annual meeting and most of the time they couldnt finish the food and they would call students from fine arts to finish it up. we're all sucker for gallery opening and gallery food i guess. not rubbish bin tho. heh. catered food=good food. most of the time that is. and what makes it better is that its free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronny smsed me and told me that his friend passed away today. hope he's ok. I've seen one too many loved one passed away. it sucks but thats part and parcel of life i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3263032-81825752?l=bornstarr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/81825752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3263032/posts/default/81825752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bornstarr.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81825752' title=''/><author><name>Dyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01036408089816448058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3263032.post-81774198</id><published>2002-09-18T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T07:53:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay. Cheryl is back. 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