<?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-4623067428559300768</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:35:34.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backstageromance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-8701171862578399666</id><published>2007-11-01T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:48:41.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Disapointed&lt;br /&gt;Music: Remix It's better if you are Glamorous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another bomb lands down right on me, what can I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accept it, whine a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will take what's mine and make it beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being shattered isn't the end anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's picking the pieces up and using them to make something more beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-8701171862578399666?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8701171862578399666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=8701171862578399666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8701171862578399666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8701171862578399666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-disapointed-music-remix-its-better.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-7707748082464784545</id><published>2007-11-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:13:04.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Furious&lt;br /&gt;Music: Boys Like Girls - Five Minutes to Midnight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I hate him! He's so argh! He's giving me attitude for no right reason and I'm hating it, hardcore. Like, this so sucks la. He can tell the world he hate gossips and say says a big 'NO' to gossiping but he does it himself! Gossiping about myself, classy! You are contridicting yourself lo! Sometimes I really feel like saying 'Fuck you!' right into his face. Argh! I don't want to hate him, but he is making me do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got into Three Express Four, I'm feeling neutral about it la, because I know I deserve it but still, I'm appealing for something I don't deserve. And, he has to gossip about it. Argh! 'Oh, he's too addicted to his PSP, thats all.' Damn you la, 'thats all' your head. I'm starting to have my anger issues again, thanks to him. I thought everything was fine man! His conspiracy. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on tuesday and wednesday this week, I hanged with Caroline, Siyuan and Joyce. Gosh that was really fun la. We did alot of things like practice, Uno, Stress, Majong and badminton. Thanks guys! And today, it was just band. Argh! Stupid him! Band was average. After band just had lunch with Caroline, Joyce, Hyekel and Aaron. Bleh-Bye. There's no fact, fiction or storyline so stop it, okay? Argh, anger issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-7707748082464784545?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7707748082464784545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=7707748082464784545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/7707748082464784545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/7707748082464784545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/11/mood-furious-music-boys-like-girls-five.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-3694354082628344886</id><published>2007-10-28T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:12:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Music: Rise of the Firebird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh your god? Darian decides to update this blog? Yup, it's Darian here. What have I been up to lately? Not much, but quite alot. Makes no sense but true. The class bonded alot after exams. Gosh I love them so much and now we gotta leave each other, it hurts me. Ouch! Hahaha, not literally hurt me but I think I'm going to miss them definitly. Playing Uno, cheering each other up and the hardcore PSP playing. Of course la, what is post-exam without Uno and old movies. But then we really had alot of fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Two Express Three will always have a speacial place in my heart. I may be promoted to Three Express Three, not much difference but who cares. Nothing much happened recently actually. Just that I got myself a PSP and all that. Band is just like that, which irritates me. Gah, I guess it dosen't matter anymore. Just work hard and be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Hyekal that I will get top three in the whatever class I go next year. That's something hard and big. So, I think I will start working towards it once I get my books. I'm very annoyed with one particullar person recently, but gah! Who cares anyway? And oh, I love Gossip Girl and Heroes and I'm pretty sure the seventh episode of Gossip Girl is going to be a hit. Oh damn, now channel five is screening Heroes. So much for chasing those episodes when they were not on channel five. If channel five were to screen Gossip Girl, I will murder someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-3694354082628344886?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3694354082628344886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=3694354082628344886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/3694354082628344886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/3694354082628344886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-satisfied-music-rise-of-firebird.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-9012317097477228188</id><published>2007-10-16T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:57:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Depressed&lt;br /&gt;Music: Hugh Grant &amp;amp; Haley Bennett - Way back into love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-9012317097477228188?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/9012317097477228188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=9012317097477228188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/9012317097477228188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/9012317097477228188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-depressed-music-hugh-grant-haley_16.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-3094270236907748161</id><published>2007-10-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:39:24.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Fasinated&lt;br /&gt;Music: Into the light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life just began to go on a right track and there are always people there to divert me to somewhere else, I follow them blindly and I got myself into "fun" shit. I'm too tired to blah with you all. I'm just going to countinue making art, enjoying the arts and of course, sleep. The next time when I decide to make things work, it's when you all need me. Since don't need then I am being "骄傲" then fine, fine and also, very fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/srLJpmRrmL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/srLJpmRrmL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finally found "Into the light"! Oh well, nice song as a motion picture soundtrack but definitly not a band song to me. But I still love it and I will, no I must do well for this. Gah, I remember the start of preparation of syf, "If I can't, then I must. If I must, I will." I find "Into the light" really matches the movie, "Bridge to Terabithia". One of the best children's movie I had ever seen. I really want the dvd! Oh well. I can't blog lik blog recently, I guess it's course I'm very troubled and I can only tell Aaron, and Lily Burp keeps creating misunderstandings for me and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/bridgeto1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem* seems very upsetted I did quite fine for my finals. Why so upset *ahem*? Get a life can? You can do well, so can I! Besides, you lousier then me in alot of subject already! Oh my! Embaressed? Much. Gah, so many stupid thoughts in my brain. I really hate paper war. Damn those Dutch and British who invented it. I think I have just guided myself back to the emo times. I shall delete my blog. I'm so fake. Maybe I'm plastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-3094270236907748161?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/3094270236907748161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=3094270236907748161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/3094270236907748161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/3094270236907748161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-fasinated-music-into-light-life.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-7511365624010849608</id><published>2007-10-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:43:13.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Annoyed&lt;br /&gt;Music: Daniel Poweter - Bad day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset about my results people, I did well in fact. But today, is a sad day. I'm really happy got the results, 4N seniors coming back, band resumes. Everything seemed to be going to be just fine. Not until I decided to clear things up with her. Obviously it didn't went well. Don't you understand my position? It's duh to listen to what they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know which to trust! Both stories are sounding pretty true, but you cant have two true un-matching stories. Self denial, one of you! Tell me what you said is fake! After finals, everything will be fine? No thanks. Listen to all the sad songs Darian, you are about to dive into the pool of super emo. Get used to it, it's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Dammit I can't deal with it. Ok, Darian you are going to fix things tomorrow. Throw it away, forget yesturday. I'm gonna solve it. I'm gonna watch my problems burn and die away. That's what I'm going to do, listen to happy songs in additional to that! Please stop telling me fake shit people. I take non of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I LOVE BAND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-7511365624010849608?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/7511365624010849608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=7511365624010849608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/7511365624010849608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/7511365624010849608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-annoyed-music-daniel-poweter-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-1344912410283799102</id><published>2007-10-10T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:15:18.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Curious&lt;br /&gt;Music: Heroic saga&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, today is a day called bored. I actually just had the wierdest dream ever. Additional to that, someone died in the dream. Gosh, things solved after the finals? Hardcore doubter here. I just finish praticing my horn just now. Pretty obvious, my amperture is gone. But I think I fixed it alittle when I praticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, when I think of fingerings, mathematical formulas come to mind. When I think of songs, I think of scientific names. Save me please! Band will be very clumsy for me tomorrow, surely! When people mention El Camino Real, I bet I will reply,"Combustion much?". Along with that, people will sure mantain their amperture. Oh well, life goes on, I still love band but I am just not good enough. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, episode four of gossip girl has no drama at all! But of course, it's nice but definitly if you are looking for "My father left my mother for a 31 year old male model" show, episode four dosen't have much of that. I think my fame in BlogSkins is gone now. Time to really concentrade on my horn playing. Stupid finals, they are evil. Rahr !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-1344912410283799102?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1344912410283799102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=1344912410283799102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/1344912410283799102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/1344912410283799102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-curious-music-heroic-saga-hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-4079189191802142232</id><published>2007-10-09T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:16:13.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Disapointed&lt;br /&gt;Music: Fergie - Glamorous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day my exams ended. ( Does a victory dance! ) Right after the exams we were all exclaimming and whinning about why are we doing nothing til Mr Justin has to kick us out of the school ( Not literally kick duh! ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really early when our exams ended, Ivy, Valerie, Aaron and me actually wanted to go to Cafe Gelare for waffles since it's Waffles Day and waffles are half price. We ended up gay-ing around Cold storage. I met Michelleline, Yizhen and Cherie. I kep telling Michelleline about Rihanna and her inspiration. The whole time was so gay and spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/godilocks.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron being a fan of godilocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gaying around Cold storage, gayed everywhere until we reach popular. Aaron, Valerie and I was actually talking about how disgusting WWE 'things' are. Ok, I understand how there is no link. But who cares. Finally Cafe Gelare, blah blah. Nothing much really but just kept giggling and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to take neoprints. Blah so much ridiculous jokes there. And while Valerie was taking neoprints with her sister and sister's boyfriend, Aaron, Ivy and me were talking about alot of things. Omg. So ' bian tai ' Gaah. Was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/neoprintsss.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints! Yay! Ugly ones are hidden. Bleh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-4079189191802142232?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/4079189191802142232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=4079189191802142232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/4079189191802142232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/4079189191802142232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-disapointed-song-fergie-glamorous.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-8770877996263711327</id><published>2007-10-07T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:16:31.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Empty&lt;br /&gt;Music: Muse - Starlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! I'm so bored. I actually wanted to make a new layout for my blog but end up doing a collage. And oh, I made a skin for Binni, I'm quite proud of it except for the coding. Her link can be found in my exits. Ok, I'm just here to post up my collage. The image quality is kinda bad since friendster is known for screwing up the original photo quality of our pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/17659449/1/105989742"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/clicktoenlargesyfcollage.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-8770877996263711327?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8770877996263711327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=8770877996263711327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8770877996263711327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8770877996263711327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-empty-song-muse-starlight-gosh-im.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-2450820646716463041</id><published>2007-10-05T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:16:52.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Angry&lt;br /&gt;Music: Jericho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello I'm horribly upsetted by *ahem*. Firstly, he's such a suck-up. Secondly, he's so annoying. Thirdly, he's still annoying. Fourthy, he's complacent. Fifthly, he tries to tell me the imposible things that will be tested and saying that they WILL be tested. Stupid *ahem*, sorry. I'm not dumb til that state. Gosh! You are so... *insert words of horror!* And I hate the fact that you are so rich and you think I can't go E2? Fine, I won't go E2. I won't hate you don't worry. You're still my 'friend' but I like you very much either. Gosh! Here we go again, back to the beginning, just where we started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/coolhorn.png" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who knows who I'm saying, ignore. I guess life is a bitch and making everyone so competitive because of exams. So yeah, I think we will be fine soon after. I hanged with Aaron, Valerie and Ivy today after school. This is because, exams are over! Ok, not really, we are left with two papers, mathematics and home economics. I can deal with that lar! Yay happy birthday to Aaron's cousin (daniel/timonty/calvin/albus dumbledore?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and Valerie are great people. Definitly people I can turn to during my darkess hour. Although Valerie sometimes don't understand, at least she's a good listener. Aaron always understands me all the time. Ah, and that's really great. People tend to say all problems will be solved after the end of year examinations. I'm starting to doubt so since the finals are going to be over soon. Ok. Nothing much, buhbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-2450820646716463041?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/2450820646716463041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=2450820646716463041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/2450820646716463041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/2450820646716463041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-angry-song-jericho-hello-im.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-1260585991444301856</id><published>2007-10-04T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:17:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Confused&lt;br /&gt;Music: Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Damn regret&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail in life, yes what a wonderful way to start a post with. Repeat, I fail at life, hardcore. Today I had my science paper, I was gasping almost throughout the whole paper. Everything I concentraded on? Not tested, It happened to everyone! Everyone said that! Oh well, I wanted my science to be a A2. But I guess it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying yesturday all the time, woke up this morning at 5am to study and I study on the bus. I study and study but heavan forbids me to do well. Damn it I hate life. And oh, it seems that everyone wants me to fail hard, espicially *ahem*. He gives me ridiculously false hints for the paper and been giving me that horible attitude. Even Aaron thinks so, yay! Aaron rocks but not today, he's really disapointed with his performance on the paper. Oh well, I told him it well be fine lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, it makes it so hard to even walk past her now. But I don't understand what have I done wrong. I'm just trying to solve a problem and she says its her own problem. But everyone thinks it's my fault. Its only me trying to solve a problem, additional to that, it's not a problem I have to solve. I just hate being accused by everyone. Why are you so self centered? Should I apologize for a unknown reason and just make things go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, he found out. He did not persuade me to let her go. Instead he asked if I could tell her. He's the only one I could turn to during my darkess hours, he's a really good person. I couldn't do that. Oh well, life oh life. I think that's the way things go. Fast-paced and Dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writting so many lines of confussion, I still cannot what to do. Now, I really have to solve problems. He has to go back to her. After the finals everything will be fine, everyone says. I guess that's how is going to be solved? Ok, I think I will stop there and see how things go. Hopefully things turn out nicer then if it was altered. Another day have passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-1260585991444301856?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/1260585991444301856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=1260585991444301856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/1260585991444301856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/1260585991444301856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-confused-song-red-jumpsuit.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-8055123408907168364</id><published>2007-10-03T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:20:05.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: Ashley Tisale - He said, She said&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heya! What a day, today I had my chinese paper. A normal person should have been giggling know since I can't do chinese well at all! But sorry to disapoint you, I think i did just fine. Maybe a pass? Well, a pass for chinese is something really big for me already. So yeah, stop smirking! Tomorrow I'm having my science paper, that is something I really gotta study for, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really want a DS or PSP. Buy one for me? I had this conversation about PSP with may-en a few days back. Almost everyone has a PSP in her class! She got a DS and also few of her friends. Thats' really fortunate since I'm the kind who don't even own a GameBoy when I was young. A GameBoy is something everyone says is lame but they play it hardcore when they were young. Contradicting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying that I thought she and her friends are the fortunate ones, I was wrong! I decided to just check out people in my class and their digital stuff. Yup, just digital, not including those bags and phones. I know a phone is digital but owning a good phone is really common for my class, except me. Well, to my horror, alot of people own a PSP in class. There's Siyuan, Derek, Weiyong, Daniel and of course Sebastian. If I were to own one, I would have made use of it much better unlike, *ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order for me to get a PSP, I won't whine infront of my parents. I would study real hard and get into some neat class and yeah. Ok now, I'm going to shower then study. Wish me luck people! I'm having my science paper tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-8055123408907168364?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8055123408907168364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=8055123408907168364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8055123408907168364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8055123408907168364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-tired-music-ashley-tisale-he-said.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4623067428559300768.post-8851280936093530830</id><published>2007-10-02T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:25:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mood: Stressed&lt;br /&gt;Music: Where eagles soar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! A new blog domain, dont worry, this I just gonna blog. Nothing much. I would like to thank everyone on their wishes for my finals. Yup, it had arrived and I have went through two subjects already. I have not flunk anything but I don't know about &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt; results. I am having my chinese language examinations tomorrow, that is something I am sure to flunk but really don't want to. But oh well, what can i do? I just cant study Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldnt blog anymore. So I should be off now, hopefully studying. It's going to be a very long and dreadfull week. But i know what is going to be at the end. Gotta work hard. you and me and everyone else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4623067428559300768-8851280936093530830?l=backstageromance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/feeds/8851280936093530830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4623067428559300768&amp;postID=8851280936093530830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8851280936093530830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4623067428559300768/posts/default/8851280936093530830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://backstageromance.blogspot.com/2007/10/mood-stressed-music-where-eagles-soar.html' title=''/><author><name>this is darian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09384977343455126881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/blurdariann/100_3212.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
