<?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-8980001841308579261</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:10:38.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one thousand stars are passing by.</title><subtitle type='html'>we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-8443216684851818945</id><published>2008-09-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:10:51.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classes.</title><content type='html'>block A: PE, Sahota&lt;br /&gt;I'm very glad I have the same teacher as last year because she's definitely the best PE teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block B: Foods, Vuu&lt;br /&gt;Isobella is in my class so we can be partners for cooking. and the teacher seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block C: Science, Makarenko&lt;br /&gt;um.. nobody I really know that well except for Emily. and the teacher's kind of strange.&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Adrian's in my class now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block D: French Enriched, Zallen&lt;br /&gt;interesting. some people I never thought they would be in Honours, are in Honours.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, they probably feel the same way about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block E: Drama, Mattock&lt;br /&gt;nobody I really know here. but I'm sure I'll make friends. and the teacher seems nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block F: Socials Studies, Solmes&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Katie are in my class so it's good. and the teacher's nice. but he's convinced that Bill's a girl. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block G: English, Elia&lt;br /&gt;Isobella and Nathan are in my class. but I'm kind of unsure about the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;block H: Math, Chan-Henry&lt;br /&gt;my class seems okay. Eleanor and Nathan are in it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of unsure about Math; hopefully I'll do okay this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-8443216684851818945?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8443216684851818945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8443216684851818945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/09/classes.html' title='classes.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-8051655667392686103</id><published>2008-08-27T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:00:34.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, SHOPPING MIT BILL.</title><content type='html'>bestest THTV episode ever!&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen somebody so fascinated by the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und Bill in the candy aisle.. my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed just a little too excited by that candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: amazing, there are Fruit Loops!&lt;br /&gt;awe, Bill.. I always knew you were an um, Fruit Loops boy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Activia yogurt? seriously, eww.&lt;br /&gt;apparently it's supposed to 'regulate your digestive system'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the air freshener aisle; too many choices! but of course Bill chooses the orange one.&lt;br /&gt;and a million different fresheners for the bathroom.. yuck. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course no trip to the supermarket is complete without a visit to the toilet paper aisle! ah, the choices! the decisions! I mean, ultra strong or ultra soft.. how does one choose? my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the highlight of the day, the SELF CHECKOUT!&lt;br /&gt;Bill: no cashiers? this is amazing, completely revolutionary.&lt;br /&gt;okay I'll admit, they are quite fun. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after the big shopping trip, Bill returns to the bus to reveal his purchases. and his absolute favourite: the sugary candy! full of all types of chemicals and dyes. tasty, alright. and Bill, being the Mommy of the band, he has special presents for everyone! Skittles for Tom, and ultra strong toilet paper just for Georg! and Georg is of course very grateful for this.. I don't quite know what to think of that. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best purchase of the day.. the bathroom freshener!&lt;br /&gt;Bill: ah yes, I saved everybody's lives.&lt;br /&gt;ja of course you did, danke Bill. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-8051655667392686103?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8051655667392686103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8051655667392686103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/thtv-shopping-mit-bill.html' title='THTV, SHOPPING MIT BILL.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-7888897937439782554</id><published>2008-08-23T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:03:03.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to put here.</title><content type='html'>today I talked to Adrian, and he showed me the TH shirt on webcam.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think he'd actually buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he did, and that's why I love him! or uhh.. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I get it; I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..just thought I'd share. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-7888897937439782554?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/7888897937439782554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/7888897937439782554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-know-what-to-put-here.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to put here.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-6810231079052294545</id><published>2008-08-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:41:29.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, photo booth fun.</title><content type='html'>taking photos in TRL's famous photo booth..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course no picture is good enough for Bill the perfectionist. so they retake the pictures at least twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then somebody decides that instead of cramming into the photobooth all at once, they should do separate photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody's all normal and serious.. but of course Bill has to be all sexy in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Bill has to complain about the lighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georg: there is a lamp in there!&lt;br /&gt;Bill: no, why didn't anybody say that?&lt;br /&gt;Tom: THAT IS THE FLASH, YOU IDIOT. IT FLASHES WHEN THE PICTURE IS TAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but finally, they take some decent photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: super! this looks nice, and Tom looks stupid. so let's hand these in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then later, the band is at Fuse and Tom is talking about something or other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: TV appearances, online interviews.. und STUFF LIKE THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally some English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UND NEXT WEEK BILL GOES SHOPPING. AT WAL MART.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-6810231079052294545?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6810231079052294545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6810231079052294545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/thtv-photo-booth-fun.html' title='THTV, photo booth fun.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-5661133710235649801</id><published>2008-08-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:57:48.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay.</title><content type='html'>today I found a magazine with TH in it. my first one, unless you count the tiny picture in Teen Vogue. so this is quite exciting. just thought I'd share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, I finally dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;red. well, streaks anyways.&lt;br /&gt;just thought I'd share that too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-5661133710235649801?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/5661133710235649801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/5661133710235649801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay.html' title='yay.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-1284124910839090228</id><published>2008-08-15T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:24:36.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping mit Eleanor.</title><content type='html'>3 MALLS IN ONE DAY, OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first it started at Aberdeen in Richmond. not much to do there except Daiso, really..&lt;br /&gt;so of course we bought a bunch of pointless stuff there. they have pink bubble wrap!&lt;br /&gt;and Eleanor may or may not have been in posession of counterfeit money.&lt;br /&gt;by accident of course. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und then.. Richmond Centre.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at shirts but had no money to buy them. but I did buy candy. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we stopped at my house for more money. and took the SkyTrain to Metrotown.&lt;br /&gt;where I bought a Hello Kitty shirt. und then we took stickerphotos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there is a magazine stand at the mall.. with German magazines! nothing I was interested in, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later that night I bought a um, tracksuit. haha.&lt;br /&gt;although I am still unsure about wearing the jacket and pants at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-1284124910839090228?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/1284124910839090228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/1284124910839090228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/shopping-mit-eleanor.html' title='shopping mit Eleanor.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-5983262270649384747</id><published>2008-08-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:53:08.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one night in Tokio?</title><content type='html'>tonight Isobella and I went to see the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants movie..&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, the second movie was actually just as good, or better, than the first movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before the movie, we made a quick trip to Future Shop to look for the Zimmer 483 DVD, which we did not find. but we did find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schrei Live DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: with special bonus, One Night In Tokio!&lt;br /&gt;Isobella: what's that?&lt;br /&gt;me: no clue; maybe it's like One Night In Paris? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-5983262270649384747?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/5983262270649384747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/5983262270649384747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-night-in-tokio.html' title='one night in Tokio?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-6572051434528616414</id><published>2008-08-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:32:44.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall mit Isobella.</title><content type='html'>what a busy day we had..&lt;br /&gt;we went all over the city today; 2 malls in one day! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first we went to H&amp;amp;M at Pacific Centre. there's not much there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, took the SkyTrain all the way to Metrotown.&lt;br /&gt;where I tried on a million pairs of jeans, but only managed to find one. gawsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;und then.. I left my wallet at Bootlegger. and almost left it at Aéropostale. sometimes I am so forgetful! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that we went to Chapters to search for German magazines. but we had no luck. and of course, no trip to Metrotown is complete without stopping at Starbucks before we leave! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..und that's about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-6572051434528616414?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6572051434528616414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6572051434528616414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/mall-mit-isobella.html' title='Mall mit Isobella.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-4737563032248219221</id><published>2008-08-06T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:25:49.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, Tokio Hotel's private airline.</title><content type='html'>first of all, the band is discussing their favourite cartoons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill loved Sesame Street. I loved it too! apparently there are strangely coloured snails wearing ballet skirts. I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Bill also loved the Lion King; I wasn't that big of a fan though. and of course, Bill cried when the father died. that's cute! Gustav and Bill also sang Hakuna Matata. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they also sang the theme song to something called Balu. I don't think I know what that is though; it must be some German thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also Bill mentioned that Dobby from Harry Potter is cute and he would like to keep it as a pet. he is not at all interested in the movie except for Dobby, because he is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also enjoyed the movie Labrynth because the elf called Gollum is also very cute. silly Bill! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite quote from the episode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Snow White.. did she sleep with one of the dwarves or something? I think she did.&lt;br /&gt;Gustav: no! it's a cartoon, Bill!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-4737563032248219221?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/4737563032248219221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/4737563032248219221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/08/thtv-tokio-hotels-private-airline.html' title='THTV, Tokio Hotel&apos;s private airline.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-189807877166209902</id><published>2008-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:36:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metrotown avec Adrian.</title><content type='html'>we arrived at the mall around 1:30 and ate a quick lunch before anything else..&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED SQUID TODAY D:&lt;br /&gt;it's quite.. interesting. I don't exactly know what to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the search for the Tokio Hotel shirt begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we found the Bill's Face shirt at HMV, in exactly my size. for only 20 dollars!&lt;br /&gt;we also found the 2008 summer tour shirt, but it was a Mens Large, and I'm certainly not a Mens Large. it went down to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked around for a shirt while and then went back to the Skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, Adrian insisted on going to Nanaimo station.. it was quite creepy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally I convinced Adrian to go to Joyce station, which was equally creepy.. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked around aimlessly for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;and as we were walking down the hill to go home,&lt;br /&gt;Adrian puts his arm around me.&lt;br /&gt;and then..&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM DRIVES BY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now she thinks we're dating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-189807877166209902?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/189807877166209902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/189807877166209902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/metrotown-avec-adrian.html' title='Metrotown avec Adrian.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-1275699115409095022</id><published>2008-07-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:53:42.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, double platinum in Italy and future plans.</title><content type='html'>Tom's interview about future plans..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interviewer: are you planning to change your look?&lt;br /&gt;Tom: I am incapable of change. can't change the way I dress and I am stuck to my hairstyle.. I'm a consistent guy! ..but every hairstyle looks good on me; that's why it's hard to choose one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did I mention, Tom is wearing a polo?&lt;br /&gt;a POLO. with BUTTONS on it.&lt;br /&gt;TOM'S SHIRT HAS BUTTONS ON IT D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week: Bill's private dance party!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;Bill's moves are gold. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-1275699115409095022?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/1275699115409095022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/1275699115409095022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/thtv-double-platinum-in-italy-and.html' title='THTV, double platinum in Italy and future plans.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-6468083988830810955</id><published>2008-07-14T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:18:16.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last night at the Richmond Night Market..</title><content type='html'>Isobella: what are those orange things?&lt;br /&gt;me: are those what I think they are..?&lt;br /&gt;both: SHAMWOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we run over to the Shamwow stand of course.&lt;br /&gt;too expensive though; 20 dollars! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we spent almost 10 dollars on Strawberry smoothies, which were très yucky.&lt;br /&gt;next time we're sticking with ice cream cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, we tried a lot of food. the food there is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;but it's a little strange eating something when you have no clue what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we spent a bunch of money on silly useless items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a poster in the Night Market bathroom telling not to buy counterfeit items! haha. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-6468083988830810955?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6468083988830810955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6468083988830810955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-night-at-richmond-night-market.html' title='last night at the Richmond Night Market..'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-7471925871708666196</id><published>2008-07-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:03:27.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, au Parc des Princes.</title><content type='html'>gawsh, Bill looks absolutely amazing in the beginning, without all the makeup. his black hair is beautiful, especially when he wears it down like that. and that metallic jacket is very nice. and his smile, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Olives are just as disgusting as mushrooms, aparagus, broccoli, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts and all this other stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGETABLE EVALUATION!&lt;br /&gt;Olives: I agree that olives are kind of disgusting. well, the green ones anyways. I don't like 'em. the black ones are okay, I suppose, but only on pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushrooms: I completely agree with you there, Bill. mushrooms are very disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus: I tried asparagus for the first time on Saturday, and it's very yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broccoli: it's not that bad. but only when it's cooked, and with some kind of sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cauliflower: I feel the same way about cauliflower and broccoli. they're okay, as long as they're cooked and not plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels sprouts: I actually don't mind Brussels sprouts. they're good with sauce or seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill: it's important to me not to listen to the people who are saying that I'll like it eventually. you know these people who pretend they are such grown ups because they eat asparagus and in the end, they would like to vomit, but to keep the appearance they say.. it tastes delicious and everybody will like it eventually! this is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice pants, Bill! those leather pants are pretty sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's arm gets stuck in the stair rail during Reden! then it went all numb or something. then, of course, Drama Queen Bill has to spaz about it after the show. to Andreas. I saw Andreas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good episode this week, but not as good as last week or the week before. because Bill's Ass Live was very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-7471925871708666196?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/7471925871708666196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/7471925871708666196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/thtv-au-parc-des-princes.html' title='THTV, au Parc des Princes.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-2336730765994317782</id><published>2008-07-09T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:01:41.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Olave.</title><content type='html'>of course, I had a big blue bag of Skittles for the trip. to lick and throw at people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunchtime ended up being 10:30 in the morning because we were hungry. we woke up early. and this is the start of the infamous Subway sandwich video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandwiches are very messy, especially when they have lots of mayonnaise and slimy tomatoes. so all the tomatoes fell out. and then I spilled mayonnaise all over myself. and I look like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilkommen im Cabin 483! the cabin of Kelly, Gwen, and Tiffany was officially changed from Cabin 8 to Cabin 483. which resulted in me having to tell the story of Zimmer 483 many times, to many different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that the leader, Doris, is fluent in German. so no more swearing in German at camp. but Doris was my new friend because she's German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Tooth Fairy came! and left fairy dust all over the place. which Nicola put all over her face. awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then Bingo. our table won 8 times in a row, and almost every single time after that. but I was nice and gave my winning cards to Gwen so she could get the prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamwow! everybody was talking about the Shamwow commercial. those cloths are very absorbent! and they're from Germany, and you know Germany makes good products. that's right for sure! and then we tried to replace the word Bingo with Shamwow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin 483 won the cleanest cabin award. 483 ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the ferry ride back, of course I bought more Skittles. in the last possible second. and then, the announcement for the people to return to the vehicles came on. we had to run all over the ferry searching for Skittles. and Cola. Bill and Tom food. lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-2336730765994317782?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/2336730765994317782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/2336730765994317782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/camp-olave.html' title='Camp Olave.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-8851988077933913644</id><published>2008-07-03T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:26:04.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THTV, interview above the clouds.</title><content type='html'>the Twins went to see Hairspray the Musical, and enjoyed it. how cute! Hairspray ftw.&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Tom cried, there's one sad part in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: WAS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Bill's laugh is the cutest thing ever! I've been watching it over and over. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Tom cry when watching sad movies. they watched the Notebook, and of course Tom denied it. but in the end he always admits it! Tom crying in the bathroom after watching a sad movie, and Bill not being able to get him out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they hate funny movies, but love funny TV shows? well Bill just loves TV shows in general. but Scrubs? was die fick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom loves Skittles. I love Skittles too! haha. it's funny when Bill licks the Skittles and throws them at Georg. gawsh, that's the best part of the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Georg's new girlfriend the Flight Attendant.. I guess it's an improvement from last week's mannequin girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I mention, Bill looks absolutely gorgeous in this video? Bill looks good with his hair down and no makeup. he's just so beautiful. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-8851988077933913644?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8851988077933913644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/8851988077933913644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/thtv-interview-above-clouds.html' title='THTV, interview above the clouds.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980001841308579261.post-6916382636887496759</id><published>2008-07-01T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:13:22.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, new blog. nice to meet you.</title><content type='html'>sometimes I wish I was like Mariella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she grabbed a glue stick and she glued her lips together, so she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she marched to her wardrobe and she threw away the colour, because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn't impress her mother. she wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers, but Mariella just crossed her arms, and so she cried for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella, Mariella, you pretty baby girl. unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls. you can have your friends round, and they can stay for tea. won't you just try to fit in? please do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Mariella just crossed her arms and she walked up the stairs. and she went to her bedroom, and she sat on her bed. and she looked in the mirror, and she thought to herself.. if I want to play, I can play with me. if I want to think, I'll think in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at school, Mariella didn't have many friends. the girls all looked at her, and they thought she was quite strange. the boys, they're not really into girls at that age. and the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Mariella just smiled, and she skipped down the road because she knew all the secrets in her world. she always got the crossword puzzles right everyday, and she could do the alphabet backwards without making any mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella, Mariella, you pretty baby girl. unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls. you can have your friends round, and they can stay for tea. won't you just try to fit in? please do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariella, happy in her own little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she said, I'm never, ever, ever, going to unglue my lips from being together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980001841308579261-6916382636887496759?l=onethousandstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6916382636887496759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980001841308579261/posts/default/6916382636887496759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onethousandstars.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-new-blog-nice-to-meet-you.html' title='hello, new blog. nice to meet you.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11004576490041440029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0YgOWid6p2I/SHfhuHYYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VIjK7niHcAY/S220/Mirror.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
