<?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-21654705</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:09:40.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malas Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3919967164664875969</id><published>2007-01-21T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:50:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. got a &lt;a href="http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;. see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-9055279481146037271</id><published>2006-12-20T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T12:01:50.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh great...my last day of freedom and i'm stuck in my frigging house. cos i cant go out myself, people dont want to go out or cant, and even if i go out i wont know what to buy for my person for secret santa. i'm frigging bored cos all the movies are not so nice, i watched all my dvds, my bro is using his ps2, so i cant play the xbox, my net is taking longer than usual to load, audition keeps getting disconnected...argh...damn this thing, damn this life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-9055279481146037271?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-6965289739854741445</id><published>2006-12-17T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:40:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah....waiting for the song i'm playing to finish...so shall blog a little bout today. hm....had morning training today. suppose to do only 1 time of 1500m pull, but coach got angry with our times and asked us to do again. so we obviously do again. and then when i finished guess what? coach scolded me for cutting my time by 2minutes from the first 1500m, meaning i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; slacked for the first one. uh-huh. like i want to waste my energy doing the 1500. ok...so the song ended. shall go play le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-1488929541838614254</id><published>2006-12-07T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:16:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...so...have no idea why my eye is swollen...three reasons kept popping out from different people...lack of sleep, drank too much water or allergy.(highly doubt it's the second...i'm WAYYYYY dehydrated) but the everyone says if it's the first two then the swelling should go away after awhile...or isit a few hours...anyways, but then by 2, i went to my optician and she was like...cant be lack of sleep or too much water, might be allergy. but allergy to what? i have no idea man... all the things i yesterday are stuff i eat usually. hm...dust? maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I COLLECTED MY SPECS! my degree went up for my left eye...shizzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-1488929541838614254?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/1488929541838614254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=1488929541838614254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/1488929541838614254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/1488929541838614254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-4146365456756550867</id><published>2006-12-07T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:09:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont want to ruin the next post, so i seperated the post...yep...i'm so bored that i actually do that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-4146365456756550867?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/4146365456756550867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=4146365456756550867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4146365456756550867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4146365456756550867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/12/dont-want-to-ruin-next-post-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-4886358769757323092</id><published>2006-12-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:09:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm...today was quite ok...woke up with swollen eyelids...can hardly open my eyes la. but guess what? that _____ still want me to swim. i dont think that _____ even notice or care if i get like super sick la. still ask me to go swim. even with high fever with a temperature of 39(yes, that happened before, blocked nose and sore throat, _____ still take it like i am ok and ask me to swim. if i'm supposed to swim for only 1 hour then its ok la...but go and ask me to swim the whole set...siao gao. but who cares huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-4886358769757323092?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/4886358769757323092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=4886358769757323092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4886358769757323092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4886358769757323092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/12/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-8343905630371656180</id><published>2006-12-05T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:18:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. Sun Bei Bei lost to Wang Nan. abit the expected la. like...hellooo..wang nan is like what ranking in the world pls?! Sun won a game alrd good le. haha. proded, proded. crap...have to clear my mags...its all messed up la...wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-8343905630371656180?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/8343905630371656180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=8343905630371656180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8343905630371656180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8343905630371656180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-6557418204904508655</id><published>2006-12-03T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:45:43.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just watched the table tennis match in Doha. gotta say...Sun Beibei has a super strong mentality. hm...think she is like gonna be my next sports idol. haha. gotta train my mentality. lousy mentality now. haiz...so bored. anyone want to go west coast on wednesday? a little sick of going out...the most go play then watch happy feet or the other way round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-6557418204904508655?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/6557418204904508655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=6557418204904508655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6557418204904508655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6557418204904508655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-watched-table-tennis-match-in-doha.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-5689717835957584952</id><published>2006-11-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T22:32:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hm...not much happening this holiday. i am so bored at home. only get to have fun on wednesdays. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went church as usual on sunday, but i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i saw a senior. haha. i guess she saw me much earlier than i did cos i saw her only hlfway up the steps and she was already staring at me(she was going down). hm...interesting. haha.shall attepmt to look out for her. only thing i remember was that she was wearing a white collared shirt. yes. i was that bored to notice this things. ain't my fault. either try to remember who i saw or fall asleep during mass. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday and tuesday went by just like that. not much happening. except when i went to make my specs only to realise that my left eye's degree went up by 75. wwhat a shocker. but my right eye was the same as last time. hm...think i rub my eye too much...oh ya then went to sports school. had to lead the small kids to do excercise. what a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; time. NOT. except when me and audrey found out that adriel actually have muscles. haha.thought he dint have. haha. dont worry _____, wont steal him from you. haha. he's a little..er..weird. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with val again yesterday. this time nic's mum brought us out. haha. thank you aunty karen! haha. abit the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pai-seh&lt;/span&gt;. cos i dont really know nic's mum. heck, i dont even know nic well. haha. just met her at the barbecue. went bowling. my first game was a total DISASTER! haha. but improved on the second game. by which me and val were dying to go to the arcade right behind us. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ok so we went to the arcade. and val wanted to play the drums thingy. haha. dint want to at first. but she went ahead to play. now i'm totally addicted to it. and the dj game too. think it started of with the movie Honey, then i began to like dancing movies. then got hooked onto audition and O2jam, courtesy of Huiling. then watched step up, then now i'm stuck to any game that sorta require rythm. haha. DDR is still out of the question though...cos i still refuse to jump around like a total idiot. shall practie at home first...except i always end up using the controller. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-5689717835957584952?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/5689717835957584952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=5689717835957584952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5689717835957584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5689717835957584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/hm.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-7328438655950102995</id><published>2006-11-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:29:59.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. went out with Valerie and Nicole and Valencia today. haha. went to vivo! we basically slacked there the whole day la! haha. went to search for presents. then we were wandering aimlessly around the whole place. haha. we went to eat first, then we went to Candy Empire! haha. we stocked up some food for movie there. we had a KNV2 fund! haha. each of us contributed 5 bucks to the fund which we used to buy food! haha. so lame eh? nah...haha. then we went round and round and round and we ended up taking photos at the...er...outside balcony thingy...haha. don't know what it's called. yea. then we took photos! mhm. stacked the cam on a box on top of my bag. haha. then we went to Starbucks to slack even more and called Nicole, and asked her to go to Vivo instead of Cathay, where we planned to go. haha. then we walked round even more and went to the rooftop to take pics...again! haha. nic cam in time, then we took turns to take the photos. hahaha. so fun eh? then it started drizzling so we went into the arcade...the place which we actually did not plan to go as we did not want to waste our money.haha. but in the end we still went in. hahaha. then we went to the cinema and watched. we were like the loudest there la! haha. the noisiest group. lol. hm... shall sleep now...have training tomorrow morning. haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL! CAN CHANGE OUR SENTOSA DATE TO NEXT NEXT NEXT WEEK INSTEAD OF NEXT NEXT WEEK? HAHA. OR WE JUST SORT OUT THE DATE ANOTHER DAY! HAHA. omg..i just realised how dumb i am...i held the dumb Shift key the whole para instead of hitting the Caps key! argh...how dumb... k good night! here's link for the photo album.haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2099135951"&gt;KNV(SQUARE)!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-7328438655950102995?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/7328438655950102995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=7328438655950102995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/7328438655950102995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/7328438655950102995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-318860081709590590</id><published>2006-11-21T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:03:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have no idea what i'm doing and what i have done this whole year. think i wasted my tiime la. don't think i achieved anything. oh well...what's passed has passed. i have no idea what i am doing at training...cos my stamina ain't improving no matter how hard i train...and my left hand is begining to rotate slower than my right hannd...again. oh wells, at least i can say i'm training for the competition at the end of the year. cos even if i don't have competition at the end of the year...i think i still have to go training twice a day. and i would feel that i'm not doing anything even more. uh-hum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ack...my mum's friend is coming over...and she's bringing her baby son, and i'm not gonna meet her. hmph. not fair. the baby so poor thing...bron deaf and he might be mute and not growing much. poor baby. poor mum's friend. &lt;s&gt;poor mum's friend's husband&lt;/s&gt;. i don't like him. he is such a stupid guy. an ugly. and short. urgh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-318860081709590590?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/318860081709590590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=318860081709590590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/318860081709590590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/318860081709590590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-no-idea-what-im-doing-and-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-6513470227521423212</id><published>2006-11-17T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:28:28.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man...dint take a nap before training...now tired like hell... went to my mum's friend's house, then her daughter kept asking me to play with her...i guess that was kind of excpected...being the only child. but she's cute anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/646899/IMG_4304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3249/2643/320/95336/IMG_4304.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. then i had to carry her AND a stool. luckily the stool was damn light...my joints are hurting man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-6513470227521423212?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/6513470227521423212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=6513470227521423212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6513470227521423212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6513470227521423212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-5192593504220799889</id><published>2006-11-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:15:34.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can do my own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can cook for myself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do my chores after being told&lt;br /&gt;once &lt;br /&gt;[x] I sometimes do my homework/work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual&lt;br /&gt;conversations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I think politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;[x] My parents and grand-parents have&lt;br /&gt;better things to say than my peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I show up for school/work every&lt;br /&gt;day unless I'm sick(i dont show up if i competitions. XD)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I always carry a pen in my&lt;br /&gt;pocket/purse(not purse of pocket)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch talk shows(is Oprah counted?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know what incredibility means&lt;br /&gt;without&lt;br /&gt;looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I drink black coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer ..and/or do the dishes(surprisingly...there are actually brats who dont even know where their sinks are...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can count in more than one&lt;br /&gt;language&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can mow the lawn(dont have a lawn...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can wash the car (been washing the car when i was p4)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can make adults laugh... without&lt;br /&gt;being stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants&lt;br /&gt;[x] I study when I have to&lt;br /&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/work&lt;br /&gt;[x] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm generally organized(nope. not at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 6&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can spell experience without&lt;br /&gt;looking it up (uh...yea. and its  kinda given already right?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I clean up my own messes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake&lt;br /&gt;up is get coffee(overseas only)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can go to the store without&lt;br /&gt;getting something I&lt;br /&gt;don't need (cos i always dont have enough money)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand jokes the first time&lt;br /&gt;they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can type quickly, because I type&lt;br /&gt;every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 5&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My choice in clothing is&lt;br /&gt;acceptable in an&lt;br /&gt;office or something like that&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can watch politics and laugh(cos i  laugh at their expressions)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have realized that the weather&lt;br /&gt;forecast&lt;br /&gt;changes every hour (uh...i dont see/hear weather forecasts)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have realized that no one will&lt;br /&gt;take you&lt;br /&gt;seriously unless you are over the age&lt;br /&gt;of 25 and&lt;br /&gt;have a job&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually&lt;br /&gt;finish it&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have said that I look older&lt;br /&gt;than I am (yea...like 3 or 4 years older than i really am...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 4&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up how many x's you have and&lt;br /&gt;put "i act&lt;br /&gt;like i'm _ years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad the ****(insert own choice of word. &gt;.&lt;) i act like i'm 22 years old! haha. so old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-5192593504220799889?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/5192593504220799889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=5192593504220799889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5192593504220799889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5192593504220799889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/got-this-from-friendster-i-know-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-8840550140736943992</id><published>2006-11-15T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:31:41.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh yesss...AND the lead camp photos(some)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian Ling and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/IMG_4273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/320/IMG_4273.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/IMG_4239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/320/IMG_4239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/IMG_4238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/320/IMG_4238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later on...hafta sleep...zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-8840550140736943992?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/8840550140736943992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=8840550140736943992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8840550140736943992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8840550140736943992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahh-yesss.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-8939222682449104176</id><published>2006-11-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:38:49.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yes... the pics taken just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heerens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/steph%20kim%20drey%20von%20me%20heerens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/320/steph%20kim%20drey%20von%20me%20heerens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/1600/von%20kim%20drey%20me%20cine%20e2max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3249/2643/320/von%20kim%20drey%20me%20cine%20e2max.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the one we took at heerens better...alot better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-8939222682449104176?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/8939222682449104176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=8939222682449104176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8939222682449104176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/8939222682449104176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-7160866378044168317</id><published>2006-11-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:13:37.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo...went out today...with kimberley steph yvonne and audrey( all from club). went to watch step up. step up is nice! must go watch! i like to watch those dancing movies...cos the steps are freaking nice and i can never do that...i cant even stand standing on stages for goodness sake... ah..'nyways... my mum fetched me to bukit batok where i was suppose to meet audrey then we ended up taking her car to cathay...haha. then we went into starbucks and we met other swimmers there.haha. i was like super shocked we someone called our names. lol. then we went in and the cinema is so nice la! but the curtaiins were sorta extra...haha. then after the movie we had no idea where to go...so we walked to PS and wandered around aimlessly while kim was on the phone...haha. then we realised that we had no idea where we wanted to go(excpet for von...who kept going: "can we go to arcade now? can we goo to the arcade now?") so we decided to goo....no not the arcade...we went to heerens! haha. took train there...then we were trying to smell whether it was raining while inside the station. but obviously we cant smell anything except for the "mrt smell"(so says kim.) then when we passed by the escalator going up from somerset someone said it smelled like it was raining. so everyone started sniffing. haha. ok i dont really know bout the others...but i WAS sniffing. haha. like a little doggie. haha. then we went to take neos and walked around. then went to cine to play arcade. then steph had to go. then we went to e2max and we took neos again! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..im rushing cos i want to watch tv. shall talk more. if possible. haha. buh byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-7160866378044168317?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/7160866378044168317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=7160866378044168317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/7160866378044168317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/7160866378044168317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-4028394813784658516</id><published>2006-11-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:17:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can see i'm very bored...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Element Is Air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/air.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.&lt;br /&gt;And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.&lt;br /&gt;With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourelementquiz/"&gt;What's Your Element?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Indie Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/indie-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are in it for the love of the music...&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't care less about being signed by a big label.&lt;br /&gt;You're all about loving and supporting music - not commercial success.&lt;br /&gt;You may not have the fame and glory, but you have complete control of your career.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a...what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Iceman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/iceman.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how true...at least about the slacker part...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D4E1FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DBE2FE"&gt;Assertiveness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E2E4FD"&gt;Cheerfulness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EAE5FC"&gt;Friendliness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F1E6FB"&gt;Activity Level: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8E8FA"&gt;Excitement Seeking: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFE9F9"&gt;Sociability: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Drama Queen (or King)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/drama.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the oscar goes to... you!&lt;br /&gt;You're all about overreacting and just plain acting.&lt;br /&gt;You see the world as your stage, and give a great performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're friends may find you entertaining at times...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's secretly hoping that you'll just chill a little.&lt;br /&gt;(But they'd never tell you - they fear your wrath!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen (or King)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Fantastic Karma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/fantastic-karma.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a kind, sensitive, and giving person.&lt;br /&gt;And all your good deeds will pay off - if they haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;But you're not so concerned with what you get in return anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You have an innate caring nature - and nothing can change that!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourkarmaquiz/"&gt;How's Your Karma?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Drive a Ferrari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/ferrari.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleek and sexy, style has a lot of importance in your life. And you'll pay a lot to look good!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsportscarshouldyoudrivequiz/"&gt;What Sports Car Should You Drive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Chihuahua Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/chihuahua-puppy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small, high strung, and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;You do best in the city with a adults - young kids could crush you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbreedofpuppyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Breed of Puppy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...thats what im afraid of...kids crushing me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Incredibly Logical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/logic.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move over Spock - you're the new master of logic&lt;br /&gt;You think rationally, clearly, and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howlogicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Logical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE5DE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF5EE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Deep Thinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/deep-thinking.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to delve head first into a difficult subject, with mastery as your goal.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at adapting, motivating others, managing resources, and analyzing risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Theology&lt;br /&gt;Art&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Foreign language&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not my type. shall try again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/developing-ideas.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sciences&lt;br /&gt;Computer science&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like it...but not my type...some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9900" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFD79A"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/not-scary.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have A Type B Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're as laid back as they come... &lt;br /&gt;Your baseline mood is calm and level headed&lt;br /&gt;Creativity and philosophy tend to be your forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a natural sedative, you have a soothing effect on people&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family often turn to you first with their problems&lt;br /&gt;You have the personality to be a spiritual or psychological guru&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i always somehow get those spiritual/psychological stuff...wonder why...like my disc profile...i got an advisor...erm...yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-4028394813784658516?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/4028394813784658516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=4028394813784658516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4028394813784658516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4028394813784658516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-can-see-im-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-5472385643779264060</id><published>2006-11-13T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:43:27.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear blogspot is sometimes screwed up. it took me half an hour just to get in here... grrr... anyways... shall talk more about my lead camp group! yay! haha. wadever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* ok...our group &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; IS *drumrolls* TEN-TICKLES! haha. yea! cos we are group ten! haha. uh-hum. I LOVE MY GROUP! wheeee. and we had a routine each time before we ate. we had to wait for everyone to take their food and sit at the table, then we do some clapping thingy. haha. then we start eating! haha. so exciting right?!?!?! hahaha. we had quite alot of free time that we ended up learning lame stuff. like the bottle game and some 'base, snap, clap' thingy. hahaha. it was so fun! ah dear...miss my group already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-5472385643779264060?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/5472385643779264060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=5472385643779264060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5472385643779264060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5472385643779264060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-swear-blogspot-is-sometimes-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-1006190379153385106</id><published>2006-11-09T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:13:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came back from collecting results. as expected, i failed philo...again. whats up with philo? grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, came back from lead camp yesterday. it was so much fun! haha. my group had the gymnastics people, tennis people, netball pepole, and swimming people. haha. Jessica, Melanie, Li Mei, Claire and Cheryl Tay  from gym, Tessa and Marrisa from tennis, Brenda and Nikki from netball, and of course, me, Mel and Cheryl Ang from swimming. haha. AND WE HAD BERNICE AND QIAN LING AS OUR FACILITATORS! THEY ROCK! WHOOT! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day had activites on land, and we ended up with only 1 high rope element...haha. i was damn scared la! breathed like...super crazily hard! haha. but we made it in the end..so...yay us! haha. the the 2nd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd day was the best! we had rafting first. haha. we planned to make a raft which had the design like ..erm...1 pipe then two barrels then another pipe then one barrel then another pipe then two barrels again then another pipe...ok my description sucks. haha. but anyways, then we tried lifting up the raft and everything fell apart. haha. so we decided to try copying th eother group beside us, but then they went to lift the raft up, and the barrels sort of came out. haha. then we kept changing plans and ended up tying 4 barrels together and two floats at the side. haha. it was so slipshot. haha. anyhow tied the ropes here and there. but it managed to hold on together while we tried to climb on it,ended up with me and marrisa clinging on to the barrels at one end while they were trying to climb up. haha. the barrels slipped out at the end. but it was still damn fun la! haha then we kayaked,, i wanna kayak alone next time! haha. think the OBS instructors will let me next year? haha. anyways,  bern was so daring to go alone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the 3rd day, we had to facilitate the UG groups sec 1 and 2s. haha so funny la, 12 of us to 3 of them. haha. anyways, then we had our closing ceremony. sort of. each group had to do a min presentation. we ended up doing songs. here's ours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sang to the tune of the 'Friends' show song]&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there on time, to queue up in the line&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there on time, so Mr Tan cannot whine&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there on time, with the lessons learnt in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sang to the tune of 'You raise me up' song]&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so i can stand on kayaks&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on shaky ropes&lt;br /&gt;i am strong, so i can lift up tyres&lt;br /&gt;you raise me up, the leadership in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sang to the tune of...i forgot the title..anyways...]&lt;br /&gt;This camp has taken its toll on me&lt;br /&gt;we say goodbye, we really want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;our raft is breaking in front of me&lt;br /&gt;but dont you worry&lt;br /&gt;you can always hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep yep. and the was dedicated to everyone, especially BERNICE AND QIAN LING! I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post more if i have time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-1006190379153385106?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/1006190379153385106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=1006190379153385106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/1006190379153385106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/1006190379153385106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/came-back-from-collecting-results.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-2329212114154710861</id><published>2006-11-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:36:41.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well done 208. we entertained the whole hall and that's what mattered, the audience's enjoyment of our performance, not what the judges think. sorry guys if i scared you all with my crying. could not control. the judges are seriously biased la, there were other performances during the auditions that were much better and more importantly, MADE MORE SENSE! grah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, the class which made no sense to the majority of the people in the hall, had to win.&lt;br /&gt; i'm not saying that our performance is the best ever(even though i would like to), at least the other classes should have won! i think most of us were shocked when we got 5th and 203 got 4th and the class which did not make any connection to the theme, only caring bout talking bout themselves, won, everyone were like...staring with their jaws open, only their class were cheering. but by that time i din't care, cos the results did not make sense and thinking bout it just make me cry even more than i was. i'm ok now,cos only today did i realise, t_______ are never fair, and they are so obvious who they favour. at least be less obvious, like put one of the better performances first, instead of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...my head is going burst, have no idea what i'm saying. so i shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for those who supported us. and a big&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all those who tried to console me. thanks very much. panda! i still owe you a seedless grape! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-2329212114154710861?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/2329212114154710861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=2329212114154710861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/2329212114154710861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/2329212114154710861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-done-208.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3400347468419713859</id><published>2006-10-30T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:48:41.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah yes...forgot to say...SERIOUSLY MAN, AUDITION MUST LIKE...HATE ME! it keeps DCing when i get top 3 while playing! grrrrr.... it's so irritating. if i stay in that position for a few bars, i keeps DCing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-3400347468419713859?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/3400347468419713859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=3400347468419713859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3400347468419713859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3400347468419713859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3774911687314834248</id><published>2006-10-30T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:47:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE GOT IN FOR DRAMA NIGHT! WHEEEEEE! haha. thats good. and bad. cos we have to stay back! Xl but our class is gonna ROCK THE HOUSE! WHOOT! hahaha. everyone was laughing since the beginning of our er...'poetry' till the end. YAY FOR US! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...training so hard today. couldn't breathe properly. no gary, it's not an excuse! i sesriously cannot breathe properly just now. especially during the auditions, even worse. haha.  but still, at least i tried to shout...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry coach for pissing you off just now. walked off at the last set. Xl din't know what to do then. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn...so sleepy...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-3774911687314834248?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/3774911687314834248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=3774911687314834248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3774911687314834248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3774911687314834248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-got-in-for-drama-night-wheeeeee-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-5560405853042609441</id><published>2006-10-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:38:15.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 6.15in;" valign="top" width="590"&gt;   &lt;h1 style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Name: S Club&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td  style="border-style: none solid solid; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 6.15in;color:-moz-use-text-color windowtext windowtext;" valign="top" width="590"&gt;   &lt;h1 style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;Title:&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Who Do You Think You Are?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ve been living a lie&lt;br /&gt;We’re not what we seem to be&lt;br /&gt;And we’ve had enough of being fooled&lt;br /&gt;And now we wanna be free&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yeah, we’ve been living a dream(somebody else’s)&lt;br /&gt;And now we wanna live ours&lt;br /&gt;But we got to leave this game behind&lt;br /&gt;To know who we really are&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let anyone take over your life&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Don’t give up your dreams&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;They think they can control you&lt;br /&gt;But they should have told you&lt;br /&gt;When you’re a clone&lt;br /&gt;You know you’re never alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Who&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Do you know for sure?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me&lt;br /&gt;Who&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you are&lt;br /&gt;Do you know for sure?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re ready for change&lt;br /&gt;And we just want to come out&lt;br /&gt;And it’s up to you and me now, boy&lt;br /&gt;Why are we waiting around?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feels like we’re caught in a trap (somebody else’s)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s all in the mind&lt;br /&gt;But we’ve gotta find a way to leave&lt;br /&gt;All of this trouble behind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;[Chorusx2]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Just gotta get&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get back] x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;[Chorus fade]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed the lyrics out myself. its nice. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-5560405853042609441?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/5560405853042609441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=5560405853042609441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5560405853042609441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5560405853042609441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/name-s-club-title-who-do-you-think-you.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-6864839536251422632</id><published>2006-10-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:46:13.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a lighter note, i can look forward to leadership camp! if i can still be in the school that is... and swim team camp! cable-skiing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-6864839536251422632?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/6864839536251422632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=6864839536251422632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6864839536251422632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6864839536251422632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-lighter-note-i-can-look-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-6505672158341968787</id><published>2006-10-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:44:32.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back papers today.  sucks like hell. but you know what? I'm was still consoling those who got higher then me. not that i should complain...i hardly did any revision. yea but..its like I'm just there for people to rant, and when I'm down no one or hardly anyone tries to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound all emo, like what typical attention seekers would do. but I'm not attention seeking. maybe i am, maybe that's why i agree to do stuff for others. i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-6505672158341968787?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/6505672158341968787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=6505672158341968787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6505672158341968787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/6505672158341968787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-papers-today.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-4675381034927931786</id><published>2006-10-25T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:26:36.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho-okay, so, i went out today. haha.yes.haha. cos there's no school! haha. ok. ya. so...what was i saying? ho yes, i went out today! cos...oh yea, i said it already. haha. so anyways, i went out today! ok stop it already. yea, anyways, went out(stop it!) with audrey yvonne and kimberley(club, not class)(but we are still from the same school...). yea. and we went to cine and watched*drum rolls*...DEATH NOTE!!!! haha yea. wanted to watch DOA, but the dumb thing opens only tomorrow. so we watched DEATH NOTE! haha. and then, and then...hm...oh yea, we wanted  to go cathay see, cos of their seats and everything. but then we wanted to go bowling. and we stupidly thought that cine still had bowling. haha. so we went cine, and we realised that cine's bowling changed to E2MAX, so we went to pastamania to eat...pasta! haha. then yvonne called her mum to ask where have bowling. lol. then she smsed us that marina square had one. but a bit too late la...kim just remembered after yvonne hung up. haha. yea. so we went marina! haha. then played 2 games and arcaded and walked and aracded and walked again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall elaborate when i have time...rushing to play audi! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh! i owe 3(or 4) ppl dates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-4675381034927931786?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/4675381034927931786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=4675381034927931786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4675381034927931786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4675381034927931786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/ho-okay-so-i-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-8361215054098210352</id><published>2006-10-18T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T13:19:29.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heard on the radio bout Marks &amp; Spencers and Topshop about their anti-fur policies. have to say...good for them! its so disgusting lah...can u imagine wearing the fur of animals which are skinned off them? its so inhuman! what if one day the animals skin you? wont it be disgusting? yucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-2453678101301556992</id><published>2006-10-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:07:47.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont care what people think of my class man, saying it's bonded and everything...wadever. seriously, its all just bullsh..yea...we may seem bonded and stuff..but really man, i thnik we are just falling apart. sorry people, but ya! as in, i dont know man...this year i just dont seem to be close to anybody, actually in RG i dint feel close to anyone...these past two years...and the year is gonna be over soon...and i'm guessing i will just be wasting my time again in the hols. and people, we really, seriously have to stop this..pissed off shyit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah great...now my mum's asking me to get off the com cos she thinks i've been on it for too long today...hello...if 10mins is too long...how short is short?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-2453678101301556992?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/2453678101301556992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=2453678101301556992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/2453678101301556992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/2453678101301556992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-care-what-people-think-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-116117382272905285</id><published>2006-10-01T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:51:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...i just realise how bad my dog's stamina is...half an hour outside and he is half-dead-like...while other dogs are STILL running around since 9...haha. brought him to church for animal blessing today. quite alot of schnauzers now. people keep thinking he was still a puppy. hey its not his fault he's so small. haha. and suprise surprise...my dog got 3rd for best dressed!  haha. i think its not because of what my dog was wearing...its more of his long eyelashes. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh....went out with shike on friday. wanted to watch john tucker...but the sch let us off late...AGAIN! like hello....we have stuff to do...yea...anyways we ended up watching stay alive...wah lau...was freaked out...yes...i cant stand horror shows...at all. yah...then we took neoprints! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday tingwen and wanting came over to do rs. as usual yanling dint come...we did rs for like the whole day...10+am till 7+pm....ok fine we had breaks in between...like duh...who can stand working for sooo long...and resist my cute lil doggie. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee...ok gtg sleep already...its almost midnight...and people...take a break man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-116117382272905285?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3446266900227086159</id><published>2006-09-23T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T11:35:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz...too lazy to post bout china. maybe because i going off soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to huiling's house yesterday. played audition. haha. lol.  downloading o2jam and installing audition to the other com now. went to er...din tai fung at paragon. saw li-lin and allan. haha. seriously, allan looks way better on tv than in real life, ouch. haha. then i saw randall and erica and another person while walking past Spageddies Italian Kitchen. haha.my sis was so blind, she was like... where?! lol. too bad my phone memory was full, the stupid phone keep takin random photos everytime i talk on the freakin phone. now full. haiz...go delete liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: claire, i admit, we are the lamest ever. haha. wads your friend's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-3446266900227086159?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/3446266900227086159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=3446266900227086159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3446266900227086159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3446266900227086159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/09/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-4720054605234328580</id><published>2006-09-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:09:14.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im bored right now...wanting and tingwen playing audition now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall attempt to post bout my China trip. so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, there are like SOOOOO many DOGS!!! we saw a chow chow, and it looked like a mini lion! haha...too bad we dint take the pic. the dog is so cute. it ran away from my bro and it stopped in front of me! haha. so cute. every dog we passed by in china ran past my bro and came to me! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. enough bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post in parts. so this is the first part! haha. im lame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-4720054605234328580?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/4720054605234328580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=4720054605234328580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4720054605234328580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/4720054605234328580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-5799409352322297125</id><published>2006-08-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:20:59.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K- You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot&lt;br /&gt;B- You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;F- People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I- You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M-one to have fun&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;O- You are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- Fcukin Crazy&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could&lt;br /&gt;ask&lt;br /&gt;for.&lt;br /&gt;Z- Always ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete the other person's name and repost this&lt;br /&gt;with the title "what does your name mean?" in 11&lt;br /&gt;minutes and something wonderful will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...i like taking bulletins from friendster and put it here. cos i have absolutely nothing else to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-5799409352322297125?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/5799409352322297125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=5799409352322297125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5799409352322297125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/5799409352322297125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/k-you-are-really-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3751964199726820234</id><published>2006-08-24T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:11:26.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah...my shoulder is hurting more than ever. cant open the bottle of coke now..haiz....especially after trying to tape my group's "tower" of newspaper to the ceiling during CT. lol. it was the most abstract one okay! haha. it had shoes for its base, so me and serene were walking out of the classroom without shoes. ahah. then i ran back to the room to get my shoes. the tower dint collapse ok! but it did la in the end..think the big bunch of masking tape gave way...lucky me to not get hit by it. i waas directly under it! haha. it fell behind me. had treasure hunt, and my group was running everywhere. wasted so much time finding the dumb "keep RGS clean" sign or something like that. we thought it was around the D&amp;amp;T room cos there was these circular buildings in the back ground. lol. so we ran all the way there. and spend so much time searching for it. so dumb la. we went through the walkway and everything even through the pe dept place. ended up it was at the canteen. so dumb la. hahah. so tired. then one of the stations was to take a picture with the group members up on the what ms ong calls 'short' wall, and the group before us were like struggling to get up. what the he**. haha. our group took such a short time, just had to boost someone up. loll. now my knees are hurting too. cos i jumped down two times. skipped training today. but at least i excercised today! haha. running around and doing belaying. so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. gotta go. i wont even bother watching SI anymore. now its just a waste of money time and...electricity. they keep reminding to vote for TALENT! yes! TALENT! GET THE MESSAGE MAN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-3751964199726820234?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/3751964199726820234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=3751964199726820234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3751964199726820234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3751964199726820234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-3036516435529360364</id><published>2006-08-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:48:34.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hand hurts like crap...cant even raise my hand(not like i want to...maybe to stretch...) and i cant open a chips packet or something like that without my shoulder hurting! MAJOR DISASTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-3036516435529360364?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/3036516435529360364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=3036516435529360364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3036516435529360364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/3036516435529360364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-hand-hurts-like-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-49513891978587555</id><published>2006-08-23T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:46:00.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some questions you would never ask anyone. Stab 5 people to do it after you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? -eh hair so messy...&lt;br /&gt;2. When is the next time you will have sex? -ew gross..like who would ask la?&lt;br /&gt;3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"? -roar&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet? -dunno...nothing closer to the sun...cos earth too hot already...&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile? -eh audrey?! oh ya...training&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ringtone on your phone? -er...never heard my phone ring before...haha...always on vibrate...and never bother to change&lt;br /&gt;7. What kinda shirt you have on? -pink...with jasmine and the tiger from aladdin&lt;br /&gt;8. Describe yourself in one phrase. -hyper and ...whatever you want to put&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing? -not wearin shoes now... school shoes sportive and tracks most of them nike&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room? -what now? bright&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? - pro-ded swimmer&lt;br /&gt;12. If you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on? -both. i'll somehow manage to get them to join and stuff stuff in between to close the gap. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night? -sending message...lol..woke up just to send&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message say that you received on your mobile? -"uh why don't you go photocopy the timetable lah. yeah there's pe tmr." hey its not my fault i left my timetable at school! haha&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your letter box? - basment&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot? -wadever&lt;br /&gt;17.Who told you he/she loved you last? - cannot tell who &gt;&lt; secret.&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched? -my dog...lol...carrying 'im now&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days? -urgh...drugs...icky&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? -eh? ask for wad? i use cd go bring to shop to develop. lol&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far? -4-6...lol...nursery and kindergarden&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy? -hm...dunno..&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture? -the fast and the furious:tokyo drift. lol&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone? -okay.&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly? -fly...then i wont need money to travel&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone? -&gt;.&lt; maybe..&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to? -Dance Dance Dance  by S Club 7...i miiss that band...haiz&lt;br /&gt;28. If the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet? -duhhh. its my mum la please&lt;br /&gt;29. If you could punch one person in the face who would it be? -hm....loads of people...yes yes...i have violent tendency...&lt;br /&gt;30. What is the closest object to your left foot? -the C.P.U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not gonna stab anyone cos im too lazy to. haha. who ever who want to do this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-49513891978587555?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/49513891978587555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=49513891978587555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/49513891978587555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/49513891978587555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-108155632171616111</id><published>2006-08-22T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:02:07.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew...damn tired la...right shoulder pain like crazy..so typing with my left hand only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...today had rock climbing for pe. lol. belay school...the harness is so dumb la. look so gross. then eunice trying to pull herself up. haha. swing here and there cos mrs wee not lookin. then we tired to pull her, but 3 ppl oso cannot lift her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went gym. arm aching like crazy. had some challenge set today. haha. quite ok la. compared to 8x300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..too lazy to type liao. good nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-108155632171616111?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/108155632171616111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=108155632171616111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/108155632171616111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/108155632171616111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115565000610269142</id><published>2006-08-15T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:03:16.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw the ad for next week's SI theme and Rahimah's departure commercial on TV at gym just now...So sad and touching. It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;this week's theme is Rock. But She who is most suited to sing it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...will not,'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they showed Rahimah Rahim and the usual date commence date eliminated thing. and THEN, these words came on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on we will not show any faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This IS a singing competition'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. I miss looking forward to her singing...hope she gets a recording or better still, open her own shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore please do not vote blindly. Vote by their singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyways, we had rock climbing for PE today! Had to swing from the vertical wall to under the stairs. Dint make it today..BUT I WILL MAKE IT NEXT WEEK! YEAH! haha. Almost fell just now when trying to get the rope down. cos the thing somehow untied I think then couldn't get it. And I had to climb up to try to reach one end. Almost fell la. Was swinging up there with one hand. And it was freaking slippery. haa. My arms are totally aching la. And the 'scissors paper stone' game and gym dint help. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh talking bout gym, there wasn't any training today! yea! haha. Went to gym so dint feel so guilty cos we still exercised! But only me Audrey Yvonne and Stephanie went gym. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. got to go! need to sleep early...tomorrow have meeting at 7..haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115565000610269142?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115565000610269142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115565000610269142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115565000610269142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115565000610269142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/saw-ad-for-next-weeks-si-theme-and.html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz...so tired and bored. gonna sleep after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEDROOM SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many windows do you have in your room?&lt;br /&gt;one. pathatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the color of your walls?&lt;br /&gt;green white light green white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwood floor, tile, or carpet?&lt;br /&gt;badly scratched hardwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it clean?&lt;br /&gt;nope. messy as can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bed big enough to get freaky in?&lt;br /&gt;nah. haha. keep fallin off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your bedroom view out the window?&lt;br /&gt;trees road houses...boring stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the following in your room?:&lt;br /&gt;[x] desk&lt;br /&gt;[x] cell phone&lt;br /&gt;[x] chair&lt;br /&gt;[x] book shelf&lt;br /&gt;[x] dresser&lt;br /&gt;[  ] TV&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Computer&lt;br /&gt;[  ] bean bag&lt;br /&gt;[x] pictures&lt;br /&gt;[x] large mirror&lt;br /&gt;[x] bed&lt;br /&gt;[x] stuffed animal(s)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] drumset&lt;br /&gt;[x] clothes on the floor&lt;br /&gt;[  ] plastic flamingo (wad the?!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] guitar(s)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] lava lamp&lt;br /&gt;[  ] smoke detector&lt;br /&gt;[  ] piano/keyboard&lt;br /&gt;[x] locking door&lt;br /&gt;[x] can of soda&lt;br /&gt;[x] bottle of water(loads. im freakin dehydrated)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] a blacklight&lt;br /&gt;[x] something about your own country&lt;br /&gt;[x] medals&lt;br /&gt;[x] trophies&lt;br /&gt;[x] awards&lt;br /&gt;[  ] water polo ball&lt;br /&gt;[x] soccer ball(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] volleyball&lt;br /&gt;[x] basketball(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] softball stuff&lt;br /&gt;[  ] track gear&lt;br /&gt;[  ] frisbee&lt;br /&gt;[  ] beach ball&lt;br /&gt;[  ] football&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hockey stuff&lt;br /&gt;[  ] lacrosse stick&lt;br /&gt;[x] cds&lt;br /&gt;[  ] sofa/futon...&lt;br /&gt;[  ] bottles of liquor&lt;br /&gt;[x] flag&lt;br /&gt;[  ] stop sign/any sign&lt;br /&gt;[  ] caution tape&lt;br /&gt;[  ] paintball gun&lt;br /&gt;[  ] airsoft gun&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Real Gun&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Snowboard&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Wakeboard&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Skateboard&lt;br /&gt;[x] Stereo&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Toilet&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cute things&lt;br /&gt;[x] Air-conditioner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh..okies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115539483905657668?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115539483905657668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115539483905657668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115539483905657668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115539483905657668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115530956967178773</id><published>2006-08-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:19:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahhhh...so dang tired.body achin all over. lol. stood up for soooo long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit pt meeting at national library was fun man! haha runnin to and fro to the vending machines.  the sanwich is nice man! but super ex. lol. we keep digressing and munya was so cute! we were talkin bout something then suddenly she said 'i cannot see what you writing!' O.o haha we were talkin bout something else! ahaha. thten we were suppose to go eat but roy wanted to borrow books from downstairs. so shoe munya and roy took the lift down and me and stumpee wallked slowly down the escalators. haha. then we lazed around for awhile and i started usherin shoe and munya to the borrowing thing then i realised that roy was still lookin around! lol. so i just pushed her to the borrowing thing. then we finally set off. lol. not much done today...oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went and eat at macs. at first me and roy had nothing to do so we wanted to go with steph to orchard. then we saw the shops and wanted to see the stuff so we went to macs to eat and they left. leaving us at bugis. :( haha. we went around the whole place. and roy was lookin for a place that sells hairbands the whole time. oh ya we saw these three guys, who are like...S-U-P-E-R TALL! we walked past them and roy was 'im not even at their shoulders!' haha. so cute then we got bored so we went to find stumpee gramps and churros at cine. they were  still discussin chinese pt and gramps was lookin so serious. f-r-e-a-k-y. not really. ahaha. then we went to heerens and took neos! yea! shall attempt to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...nothing came out! haha. wheee. anywayss we went to pertapis and...wahh...damn tiring! haha. they play captain's ball quite rough. whew....okies i gtg sleep le. 2 tuitions tml. sure fall asleep onez..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115530956967178773?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115530956967178773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115530956967178773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115530956967178773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115530956967178773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/wahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115521529893940957</id><published>2006-08-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:08:18.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOT IMA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115521529893940957?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115521529893940957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115521529893940957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521529893940957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521529893940957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115521481714314801</id><published>2006-08-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:00:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;NOT RAHIMAH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115521481714314801?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115521481714314801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115521481714314801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521481714314801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521481714314801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115521479176278387</id><published>2006-08-10T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:59:51.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant believe it man. I have 3 TVs in my house and another one which is not use and the two biggest TVs are spoilt! And we are left with the not used TV. Its like SO small and ANCIENT! it has been with my family since...forever! from november 1991!!!! 91!!! loll. like my father say lor, the ancient one is the first wife, the second smallest the 2nd wife, the second biggest the 3rd wife and the biggest the 4th wife. and when all abandon you you go back to the first wife. lol. how true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115521479176278387?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115521479176278387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115521479176278387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521479176278387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115521479176278387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-believe-it-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115514006033805673</id><published>2006-08-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:14:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had potluck today at acs with sac. lol. sac at acs. yeah wadever. anyways. today's training was like crap! totally dogged out. had punishment 20x50 FLY! bleah. then lane 4 just kept swimming. then after that we had to continue where we left off, luckily he cut some of the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. like look at the time. better get to sleep now! ya like real. shucks, nothing to read already, just how did i manage to finish reading a book which is suppose to last throughout the national day holidays? like this is just the first day and read finish the book in 1/12 days! yeesh. gotta hunt out some videos to watch. and dont tell me to study for geog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115514006033805673?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115514006033805673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115514006033805673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115514006033805673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115514006033805673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/had-potluck-today-at-acs-with-sac.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115504714664410458</id><published>2006-08-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:52:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(late)&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY JASS! HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(early)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY SIXUAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sixuan's house on sat. very fun! i think im officially addicted to billiard now. SIXUAN I WANT TO GO YOUR HOUSE AGAIN! haha. yea! the i sleptover, with sophia and stumpy. watched anger managment before jo went off. at 12+MIDNIGHT! how cool la! her parents so good. lol. aniway, then we went up to sixuan's room and watched how to lose a guy in ten days. lol. but fifi fell asleep. dangling from the bed onto my supposed matteress! lol. so i just crawled onto HER matteress and fell asleep. loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went out today. was suppose to go out with stumpee and churros but met kryst  and yuyue and mag on the way to the busstop. they dint know where they were going! haha. but in the end kryst followed us. with the other two going to who knows where! haha. all the buses was like freakin full la. we waited for who knows how long, and everytime we wait at the back, the 190 bus goes to the front, and everytime we wait infront, the bus stops at the back. like what the! hahah. then stumpee got all fed up and we cabbed to PS. lol. was like $1 each person. ate cat carls jr. dint really like...then we lazed around at yoshi  at the basement i think. walked around cos i was really really bored. then we walked around somemore till it was time to go in. haha. click was super nice! abit touching and funny and vulgar at some parts. lol. then took mrt to newton and walked very very slowly to acs. haha. damn shagged. gonna sleep now. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115504714664410458?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115504714664410458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115504714664410458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115504714664410458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115504714664410458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-late-birthday-jass-happy-early.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115461577452252512</id><published>2006-08-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:36:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh...was talkin to some people and i really dont wanna post anymore...home econs tomorrow! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115461577452252512?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115461577452252512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115461577452252512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115461577452252512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115461577452252512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115452961782403587</id><published>2006-08-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:40:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah...forgot to say...THE ANNOUNCMENT THING JUST NOW SUCKED! yea...i hate talking on stage or wadever. geez.have no idea how i landed the swim team exco posititon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115452961782403587?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115452961782403587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115452961782403587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115452961782403587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115452961782403587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115452946469799145</id><published>2006-08-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:37:46.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>geez..havent been able to eat much these few days..and no its not because i havent been training hard. just pissed and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; irritated with a few people. geez. had class birthday just now...to tell you the truth...i dint expect alot...MRS LESLIE YOU ROCK! haha.thanks for lettiing us eat in class! and we did some promoting stuff... for persuasive thing i think...&lt;br /&gt;good luck daniel(le) with your 5k compo!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from friendster:&lt;br /&gt;: LAYER ONE: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name: kalya&lt;br /&gt;Birth date:  18 jan&lt;br /&gt;Current status: single (:&lt;br /&gt;EyeColor: dark brown?&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: reddish/brownish.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: used to be a lefty...now a righty...so what isit?&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYERTWO: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Your heritage: indonesian :p&lt;br /&gt;Your fears: being alone.&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: not being able to talk properly, bad organization, and loads more crap&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza: hawai'ian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY,TODAY,TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: hope there's no training today./is there training today?/crap there's training today.&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime: earliest 11&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memory: huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR: YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: macs!&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates: anything&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: have more nike stuff&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea: i drink anything drinkable&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: CHOCOLATE !&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: siao arh cant even breathe near a smoker&lt;br /&gt;Curse: uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: pffft...&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: either that or you're wierd&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: not sure...&lt;br /&gt;Like(d) school: during recess,com studs, PE!, when teachers dont come and...ya...thats all i guess&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: i dunno man, i dun think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: dun like the smell&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: pffft&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: urgh...this morning assembly counted? hope not..urgh...is the&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: yep&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped: uh?&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating: i wish&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: i wish even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game: no!&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING OLD&lt;br /&gt;Age your hoping to be married: dunno. whenever im ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GIRL/GUY&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color: brown? or blue..oh green!&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color: anything as long as its natural like..&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: short to long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER TEN: WHAT&lt;br /&gt;WERE YOU DOING 1 MINUTE AGO: uh..reading someone's not done compo&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO: watching rahimah sing on Singapore Idol&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO: dunno...stoning in front of the com&lt;br /&gt;1YEAR AGO: how e heck do i noe?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11:FINISH THE SENTENCE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: my family friends and stuff toys! lol&lt;br /&gt;FEEL: all mixed up inside&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: being lonely&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: my messages&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: my class&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: a reliable friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------THE END!------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115452946469799145?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115452946469799145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115452946469799145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115452946469799145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115452946469799145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/08/geez.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115400919419067084</id><published>2006-07-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:06:34.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever gave your class food or some sort just to find out that they dont throw their rubbish and leave it lying around or on your table? well, THAT WHAT THE CLASS IS DOING! sorry but YAH! its so irritating ok. stumps generously brought snacks for you all and you all repay by just leaving you rubbish around! like what the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...today had swim CT. haha. missed like practically the more than half of the CT. only made it for reflections and nominating. thanks Kimberley! for organising the CT. haha. urgh. the way ms ong talks to me about the charity swim thing is like as if she made her mind up on who is going to be in the exco and all that. yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115400919419067084?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115400919419067084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115400919419067084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115400919419067084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115400919419067084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-ever-gave-your-class-food-or.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115383454728359175</id><published>2006-07-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:35:47.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS SURVEY IS ONLY FOR FEMALES-&lt;br /&gt;Put a 'x' in the '[]' if you do.&lt;br /&gt;Put a ' ' in the '[]' if you do not.&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and don't cheat to get accurate results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own a set of make-up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own wonderbras&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i own miniskirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i carry a mirror everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Total points: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] people say i'm sexy(serious!)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] boys like my company&lt;br /&gt;[  ] girls hate my company&lt;br /&gt;HOW WLD I KNOW? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Total points: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i think aaron carter is sexy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i think jesse mccartney is sexier&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lindsay Lohan is so EW&lt;br /&gt;Total points: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i act chio&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i act cute&lt;br /&gt;[ ] iie t0rkx lykex diis w0rx&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i have an affair with a married husband&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i go/went to slimming centres&lt;br /&gt;[x] i get uncomfortable if my hair is untidy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i flirt with boys&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i am jealous of chio-bus&lt;br /&gt;[x] i have a style for walking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] i can't help but stare into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Total points: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add your total points and times 4. Repost this&lt;br /&gt;with the subject as "I AM __% BIMBO".&lt;br /&gt;Replace the __ with your answer&lt;br /&gt;uh huh...so im 12%bimbo :) yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115383454728359175?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115383454728359175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115383454728359175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115383454728359175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115383454728359175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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width="90"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Tragic Kingdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" width="90"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Don't Speak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Every day together always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;They can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good&lt;br /&gt;I know you're real good oh&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da da&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me darling&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me darling&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me, don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me darling&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me darling&lt;br /&gt;Hush me hush me, don't tell me 'cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea ...rahimah sang this song. love it. cos some parts are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115374897933111353?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115374897933111353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115374897933111353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115374897933111353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115374897933111353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/artist-no-doubtalbum-tragic.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115323115432826299</id><published>2006-07-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:16:23.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. dont know why these days i'm so down. one minute i would be jumping around like crazy, and the next i would be sitting down dazing. urgh. especially after watching the clip and hearing bout another tsunami in indonesia again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115323115432826299?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115323115432826299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched a clip on deforestation. and i was thinking how ironic that people are telling us to save the forest and earth and stuff, but there are goverments encouraging people to clear the trees in the Amazon, to build raods and stuff. and they burn them and release all the carbon into the air. no wonder the temperature is going up. and some people talk bout when everything on the earth is going to die, like whether there would be a diesease that would wipe out everything, or everything will die when the sun burns out, or, to the strong believers,when God comes. but i think that with the rate the deforestation is going, the earth will die from the excessive carbon or heat, long before the Sun dies out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115322747774015765?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115322659861409899</id><published>2006-07-18T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:44:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! our wish came true today! training wass cancelled. AGAIN! haha. ended up playing basketball as a replacement. haha. but then i think the pool will be ok on thursday.cos i heard that he'll be getting someone to clear the thing or something. oh wells. poor primary schoolers. have to swim at HCI. haha. oh man, WHO'S GOING FOR THE NIGHT  SAFARI?!?!?! one person dont go then the chain reaction starts again man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115322659861409899?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115322659861409899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115322659861409899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115322659861409899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115322659861409899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/yay-our-wish-came-true-today-training.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115314424268529813</id><published>2006-07-17T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:50:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today must be one of the best days man! at least for training. why?...hm...maybe its because THERE WAS NO TRAINING!!! WHOOTS! yea. unbelievable huh. haha. the pool was murky and green la please! damn sick man. then everytime when people come out of the toilet they're eyes open until so wide then stare and point at the pool. O.o haha. so cute. thenwe were talking about when to take a break before choinging all the way to end of next year. bah..3weeks oni. haha. oh wells. oh ya then we talked bout the night safari and movie thing. at first no one wanted to go for the night safari. cos too boring. but in the end with much persuasion(coughNOTcough) from joel, steph and khoonnie say they want to go. so kimberley had to go too. then i said i would go. then have like chain reaction. haha. then the next day going to watch movie. haha like what the hell lor. hope it'll be fun man! haha. then after that me, audrey and joyce took khoonnie's car to KAP then went to Macs to eat. haha. eat cone only la. now coughing like mad. haha. then went bengawan solo audrey buy kueh lapis then we all went home. end of story. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115314424268529813?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115314424268529813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115314424268529813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115314424268529813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115314424268529813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-must-be-one-of-best-days-man-at.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115301892194524172</id><published>2006-07-16T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:02:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so sick of people using my name to write on tagboards. like wtf lorr. i dont even type like dat onez. and im not so stupid to put my name if i say that type of thing lorr. and if i find out that you are the really one who i suspect of using my name, then boy, dont even bother trying to talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115301892194524172?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115301892194524172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115301892194524172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115301892194524172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115301892194524172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-so-sick-of-people-using-my-name.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115297254076786053</id><published>2006-07-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:09:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh great. my voice sounds super wierd now. shit la. have to keep clearing my throat. how am i suppose to swim? keep wanting to cough everytime i breathe in through my mouth. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115297254076786053?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115297254076786053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115297254076786053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115297254076786053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115297254076786053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115261565466507062</id><published>2006-07-11T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:01:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. having a headache. shit man.. should i go to school? bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my swimming sucks just now man. like TOTALLY SCREWED UP! even though i got like 2nd.. bleah.. down right miserable timings. argh.. me think me gonna be sick. gonna sleep this headache away now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115261565466507062?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115261565466507062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115261565466507062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115261565466507062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115261565466507062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115216987443245902</id><published>2006-07-06T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:11:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew. had 200 free heats today. AND IM RANKED 2nd! WHOOTS! haha. damn high man! I LOVE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL! VANNESSA HUDGENS and LUCAS GRABEEL ROCKS! WHOOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115216987443245902?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115216987443245902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115216987443245902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115216987443245902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115216987443245902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/07/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115159072398801417</id><published>2006-06-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:18:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was readin the SI contestants bio and got this from Rahimah's one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one stereotype people had of you, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      That I am unfriendly and a loner because I am friendly once you get to know me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true man! i always have that problem. people always say i look fierce  one...got meh?! Rahimah Rahim Rocks! haha. triple Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/dot.gif" height="5" width="10" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115159072398801417?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115159072398801417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115159072398801417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115159072398801417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115159072398801417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/06/was-readin-si-contestants-bio-and-got.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115141287558674847</id><published>2006-06-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T21:00:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>208's BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! haha. we just picked it ourselvesXD. but the more official one is on the 2nd of aug. cos its 0&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20806&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;.&lt;font&gt; &lt;font&gt;haha. ah...im so dead. Xl i hate school. gonna get a horse and run off. goodbye&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115141287558674847?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115141287558674847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115141287558674847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115141287558674847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115141287558674847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/06/208s-birthday-is-tomorrow-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115095476379617870</id><published>2006-06-22T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:39:23.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg...my 100m back today totally sucked lah! like... how can one de-prove 4 seconds in 100m?! argh....shld have quit in p6...but then i wont be able to meet my rgs class...which is a GREAT CLASS...bah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiyah....need to rest for the finals....stupid lah....so slow also need to go....how the heck did i get in man...eish...&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115086542822959111</id><published>2006-06-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:50:28.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from the bulletin board in friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff you have eaten/drunken this week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] water&lt;br /&gt;[x] orange juice&lt;br /&gt;[x] milk&lt;br /&gt;[x] soda&lt;br /&gt;[  ] liquor&lt;br /&gt;[  ] beer&lt;br /&gt;[x] champagne&lt;br /&gt;[  ] v8&lt;br /&gt;[  ] raspberry juice&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Grape Drink&lt;br /&gt;[  ] cranberry juice&lt;br /&gt;[  ] apple juice&lt;br /&gt;[  ] capri sun&lt;br /&gt;[  ] hi-c&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;[x] coffee&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] pizza&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Tacos&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Burritos&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rice&lt;br /&gt;[  ] beans&lt;br /&gt;[x] burgers&lt;br /&gt;[x] fries&lt;br /&gt;[  ] lays&lt;br /&gt;[  ] baked lays&lt;br /&gt;[  ] subway&lt;br /&gt;[  ] burger king&lt;br /&gt;[  ] mcdonalds&lt;br /&gt;[  ] wendys&lt;br /&gt;[  ] checkers&lt;br /&gt;[  ] ham&lt;br /&gt;[x] cheese&lt;br /&gt;[x] hot dog&lt;br /&gt;[x] chicken&lt;br /&gt;[  ] turkey&lt;br /&gt;[x] beef&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] rice cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;[  ] vanilla cake&lt;br /&gt;[x] other kind of cake&lt;br /&gt;[x] bananas&lt;br /&gt;[  ] strawberries&lt;br /&gt;[x] chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[x] vanilla ice cream&lt;br /&gt;[x] strawberry icecream&lt;br /&gt;[  ] other kind of icecream&lt;br /&gt;[x] spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;[  ] spagettios&lt;br /&gt;[  ] fetuccini&lt;br /&gt;[x] another kinda pasta&lt;br /&gt;Total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] sushi&lt;br /&gt;[  ] tuna&lt;br /&gt;[x] shrimp&lt;br /&gt;[  ] lobster&lt;br /&gt;[  ] crab&lt;br /&gt;[  ] mac n cheese&lt;br /&gt;[x] cookies&lt;br /&gt;[x] pork&lt;br /&gt;[  ] snack cakes&lt;br /&gt;[x] popcorn&lt;br /&gt;[x] soup&lt;br /&gt;[x] cereal&lt;br /&gt;[  ] crackers&lt;br /&gt;[x] bread&lt;br /&gt;[  ] marshmallows&lt;br /&gt;[  ] oats&lt;br /&gt;[  ] grits&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;[  ] jelly&lt;br /&gt;[  ] peanuts&lt;br /&gt;[  ] sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;[  ] nuts&lt;br /&gt;[  ] popsicles&lt;br /&gt;[x] lettuce&lt;br /&gt;[x] eggs&lt;br /&gt;[x] bacon&lt;br /&gt;[ ] poptarts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] doritos&lt;br /&gt;[x] fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] pudding&lt;br /&gt;[  ] cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;[  ] arbys&lt;br /&gt;[  ] hershey's chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[  ] granola bar&lt;br /&gt;[x] mango&lt;br /&gt;[x] pineapple&lt;br /&gt;[  ] peach&lt;br /&gt;[  ] chicken sandwich&lt;br /&gt;[x] baked potato&lt;br /&gt;Total:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add together....ok...so im...36% fat...right...whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115086542822959111?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115086542822959111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115086542822959111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115086542822959111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115086542822959111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-this-from-bulletin-board-in.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-115081298369407159</id><published>2006-06-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:16:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew&lt;br /&gt;my swim sucked this morning man... shit...better go sleep b4 my dad comes home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to indonesia was fun Fun FUN! haha i bought like...a new cap, a new pair of jeans, new clothes(loads), new SHOES! haha. and me and my cousin's kids(are they my niece and nephews?) took photos in a photo studio! haha...im so deprived.... oh yea and i bought new games for my bro's ps2 too! haha for me to play. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh....staying there realise the good and bad points of singapore..... the good point is that singapore is small! the bad point is that singapore is....small! haha. it takes you like a REALLLLLLLLYYYYYYYY LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG time to get to one place. haha...but...it has loads and loads of place to shop! aieeeeeeeeeee. haha. i dun seem like those who shop right? haha...ok more tomorrow...really have to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-115081298369407159?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/115081298369407159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=115081298369407159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115081298369407159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/115081298369407159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/06/whew-my-swim-sucked-this-morning-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114899688645106247</id><published>2006-05-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:48:06.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from friendster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]my fave color is black or red&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i own chain pants&lt;br /&gt;[x]i wear black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i wear black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x]i have pictures of me where i look emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total= 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i cut/used to cut&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have thought about suicide&lt;br /&gt;[x]i cry ALOT&lt;br /&gt;[x]i am very emotional&lt;br /&gt;[ ]if i dont get my way i throw a fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]i like rock music&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i own at least 5 band t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;[x]i wear black braclets&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i like HIM, Korn, Slipknot or Metallica&lt;br /&gt;[ ]GoodCharlotte is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i shop in HotTopic&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i own at least 2 wrist cufs&lt;br /&gt;[x]i own converse all stars&lt;br /&gt;[x]i own converse all stars that are black&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i think preps suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i am depressed/been depressed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have tried suicide&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i have tried suicide more than 3 times&lt;br /&gt;[ ]i cut/used to cut myself at least 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;[ ]emos rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total=0&lt;br /&gt;Add up you total's and multiply by 4. repost this&lt;br /&gt;saying&lt;br /&gt;"i am ___% emo"&lt;br /&gt;well...i am 16% emo...ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114899688645106247?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114899688645106247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114899688645106247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114899688645106247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114899688645106247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-this-from-friendster-my-fave-color.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114899446389595830</id><published>2006-05-30T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:07:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eish going off tomorrow. having a bad sore throata, cough and stomachache. how the heck am i suppose to swim?&lt;br /&gt; tml class outing oso...so saad...can go for 1 hour max onlly...YOU ALL BETTER COME EARLY! I WANT TO TAKE PICS!!!haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114899446389595830?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114899446389595830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114899446389595830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114899446389595830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114899446389595830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/eish-going-off-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114856490968296243</id><published>2006-05-25T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:48:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>end of school term = end of our friendship for the term?&lt;br /&gt;actually, i fell like our friendship is not going well from few weeks to a month ago. you just suddenly stopped talking to me and did not really talked much to each other. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eish. having a headache now. and crashing into the wall in school dint help it either. went back early from training. haha. but im not feeling guilty at all, not like SOME people, miss one morning session then in school keep complaining how guilty she feel. right? jeez, how do people stand training so many times? i cant train too much for all i know, cos then i wont perform well during competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;searching for nice skins now. byezz!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114856490968296243?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114856490968296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114856490968296243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114856490968296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114839356173508161</id><published>2006-05-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:12:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is one of the most piss-ifying day ever. my geog group pt sucks(no offence people), my maths just passed, geog also, ruici broke down first in geog, then me. geog was the worst subject of the day. then before that, we had pe and no one wanted to play, and ended up with me jass and sophia playing, and sixuan and cheryl sitting in the middle of the court. then i was getting hard for me too breathe so i stopped the game. and i ried to get the others to sub but they just sit there. and i ended up sitting on the floor sweating my head off. then our court stopped playing and some people joined the other court cos some of their players also dont want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people keep saying that they want the class to bond, and the teachers ask us to bond during class curicumlum. how are we suppose to do that? when the class isn't organised(not your fault sixuan), not participating, not resonding to anything?!?!?! sometimes i just want to give up on the class. i miss 108'05. although i have some good friends in 208. but the class is driving me nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;f*** this&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114839356173508161?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114839356173508161/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114830717196854295</id><published>2006-05-22T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:20:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"  border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" width="90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Girl Next Door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Shes the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way to deny shes lovley&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutaunt&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;Oh an I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;I get A little bit she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and... she's Miss America&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the girl next door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;have no idea who sang it. love this song man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114830620115477061</id><published>2006-05-22T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:56:41.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back maths today...shit man many people cried. hate graphs. its totally pointless. we waste paper and time, and we're told at the end that we can actually just use one dumb downloadable thing from the net to draw our graphs. plain dumb. to all those who did not do too well for the test...CHEER UP!!! dont let what she said to you get to your head. she's an a**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thiink some people must understand this particular thing about me. dont think that because im not looking or im doing something else im not listening to you. i am. i just dont like to look and listen most of the time. yes. thats why i dont take notes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114830620115477061?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114830620115477061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114830620115477061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114830620115477061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114830620115477061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-back-maths-today.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114820612205863818</id><published>2006-05-21T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T18:08:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this quiz from an email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Have you ever:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept Naked?gross! NO!&lt;br /&gt;2. Taken a shower with someone? ...no&lt;br /&gt;3. Kissed a member of the same sex?my mum? on the cheeck&lt;br /&gt;4. Drove a car? arcade cars...&lt;br /&gt;5. Stole anything? no&lt;br /&gt;6. Been in love? half yes, half no&lt;br /&gt;7. Been dumped? no&lt;br /&gt;8. Stole money from a friend/family member? no&lt;br /&gt;9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? nope&lt;br /&gt;10. Been in a fist fight? yep&lt;br /&gt;11. Snuck out of your/someone house? yep&lt;br /&gt;12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? nope&lt;br /&gt;13. Been arrested? no&lt;br /&gt;14. Hugged a stranger? dun remember...&lt;br /&gt;15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes (in groups)&lt;br /&gt;16. Left your house with out telling your parents? yep&lt;br /&gt;17. Had a crush on your neighbor? no, they're either old people or small kids&lt;br /&gt;18. Ditched school to do something more fun? no. i wish&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept in a bed with a member of the opposite sex? no&lt;br /&gt;20. Lost a friend? yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Been on a plane? yep&lt;br /&gt;22. Been to an island? yes, maldives, and it was really really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;23. Slept in until 3?no. i wish. but i stayed up till 3am before...loads&lt;br /&gt;24. Love someone or miss someone right now?erm.. yep...my classmates :)&lt;br /&gt;25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yep, while swimming. haha&lt;br /&gt;26. Made a snow angel? no.never seen snow...sad :(&lt;br /&gt;27. Played dress up? before i went to nursery&lt;br /&gt;28. Cheated while playing a game? yep&lt;br /&gt;29. Been lonely? yep&lt;br /&gt;30. Kissed more than 4 people in one night? no&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt an earthquake? nope. was fast asleep when there was a slight quake&lt;br /&gt;33. Touched a snake? yep. my sis screamed when i was carrying it around :D&lt;br /&gt;34. Ran a red light? yep.. the red man thinguum&lt;br /&gt;35. Been suspended from school? no&lt;br /&gt;36. Had detention? almost&lt;br /&gt;37. Been in a car accident? no&lt;br /&gt;38.Had a party in your house while ur parents were away? no&lt;br /&gt;39.Used a fake id? no&lt;br /&gt;40. Crawled through a window? yess.. was locked out of my aunts house and no one had the keys. had to crawl in&lt;br /&gt;41. Been lost? yep&lt;br /&gt;42. Been to the opposite side of the country? yep. S'pore is so small you can get to the opposite side in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cried yourself to sleep? yep. long story&lt;br /&gt;47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yes&lt;br /&gt;48. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? no but almost&lt;br /&gt;49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? no.never seen snow&lt;br /&gt;50. Kissed in the rain? no&lt;br /&gt;51. Sang in the shower? yes&lt;br /&gt;52. Made love in a park? gross no&lt;br /&gt;53. Had a dream that you married someone? no&lt;br /&gt;54. Glued your hand to something? my hand to...my hand?&lt;br /&gt;55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no, not so dumb&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever gone to school partially naked? no&lt;br /&gt;57. Been a cheerleader? not flexible enough&lt;br /&gt;58. Had more than ten boy/girl friends? normal friends: yep&lt;br /&gt;59. Didn't take a shower for a week? no&lt;br /&gt;60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?  yep. dun watch them in the first place&lt;br /&gt;61. Played chicken? huh?&lt;br /&gt;62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? not really...i was dragged into the sea in sentosa...but i've pushed ALOT of people...&lt;br /&gt;63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? believe it or not...yep&lt;br /&gt;64. Broken a bone? no. i wish&lt;br /&gt;65. Been easily amused? ye&lt;br /&gt;66. Laugh so hard you cry? yep&lt;br /&gt;67. Mooned/flashed someone? no&lt;br /&gt;68. Cheated on a test? no&lt;br /&gt;69. Forgotten someone's name? yes.. im a blurdo&lt;br /&gt;71. Done something dumb while drunk? erm..if i was drunk i wont remember..i dont drink anyways&lt;br /&gt;73. Blacked out from drinking? no. from other stuff:yes&lt;br /&gt;74. Played a prank on someone? yep&lt;br /&gt;75. Gone to a late night movie? 12am?&lt;br /&gt;76. Made love to anything not human? only despos do that&lt;br /&gt;77. Failed a class? yep...like duhh&lt;br /&gt;78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? no. ieat everything...except spicy stuff..&lt;br /&gt;79. Smoked pot? no&lt;br /&gt;80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? no&lt;br /&gt;81. Celebrate the 4th of July? wads up on that day?&lt;br /&gt;82. Thrown strange objects? no..&lt;br /&gt;83. Felt like killing someone? oh yea&lt;br /&gt;84. Thought about running away? yep&lt;br /&gt;86. Got a piercing? yes. when i was a baby. haha kidding&lt;br /&gt;87. Cut your own hair? no.im not dumb&lt;br /&gt;89. Made a parent cry? no&lt;br /&gt;90. Cried over someone? yes..&lt;br /&gt;91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? eh?&lt;br /&gt;92. Dated someone more than once? no&lt;br /&gt;93. Had/Have a dog? yes. and his name is toby!&lt;br /&gt;94. Have an iPod? yep. just got one. XD&lt;br /&gt;95. Smoked a cigarette? no. dun like the smell&lt;br /&gt;96. Been in a band? no&lt;br /&gt;97. Drank 25 sodas in a day? yep!&lt;br /&gt;98. Broken a CD? yep&lt;br /&gt;99. Shot a gun? no. i hope i will...unless those arcade ones...then yes&lt;br /&gt;100. Have a secret u've never told anyone? er...cant tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114820612205863818?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114820612205863818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114820612205863818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114820612205863818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114820612205863818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/got-this-quiz-from-email-have-you-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114813044814125849</id><published>2006-05-20T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T22:15:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did a few quizzes. so bored now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(212, 225, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbe2fe"&gt;Cheerfulness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e2e4fd"&gt;Friendliness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eae5fc"&gt;Sociability: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1e6fb"&gt;Activity Level: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8e8fa"&gt;Excitement Seeking: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe9f9"&gt;Assertiveness: Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is January&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/snowdrop.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural leader who is able to stand up when no one else can.&lt;br /&gt;Strong and powerful, you tend to overshadow those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: deep love, fascination with life, and a distinctive persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Garnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Snowdrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Black, dark red, and dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;huh really...i aint a leader...maybe that's why i always end up getting sabotaged to be leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were a Giraffe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/giraffe.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a high achiever - able to reach things others can't.&lt;br /&gt;A great communicator, you are good at getting past superficialities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatanimalwereyouinapastlifequiz/"&gt;What Animal Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh mabe that explains my height. haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Ingenuity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/ingenuity.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a person with unique ideas, big plans, and a zany outlook on life. Many people look to you for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;People envy your creativity and "who cares?" attitude. They feel very ordinary next to you - and they usually are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word...huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Hockey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwintersportareyouquiz/hockey.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough, athletic, and not afraid of a fight.&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind putting your body on the line!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwintersportareyouquiz/"&gt;What Winter Sport Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chim&lt;/span&gt; things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(218, 187, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Frappacino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ead3b8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/frappacino.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your caffeine addiction level: low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink coffee whenever i want to...or whenever i can afford it from Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh...right...my stories usually ends with people dying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Low Self Esteem 28% of the Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/esteem-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you feel pretty darn great about who you are, even when you mess up or fail.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, a huge setback will make you question yourself, but you pick yourself up quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourselfesteemquiz/"&gt;How is Your Self Esteem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really? no wonder i dont care if i messed my PTs up... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="1" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(168, 255, 179);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Linguistic Profile::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;60% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;20% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;15% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#a8ffb3"&gt;0% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d9ffd8"&gt;0% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofamericanenglishdoyouspeakquiz/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah wadever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have a Choleric Temperament&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/choleric.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.&lt;br /&gt;Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You posses a sharp and keen intellect. Your mind is your primary weapon.&lt;br /&gt;Strong willed, nothing can keep you down. Your energy can break down any wall.&lt;br /&gt;You're an instantly passionate person - and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your worst, you are a narcissist. Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right. End of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattempermentareyouquiz/"&gt;What Temperment Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT full of myself!!!am i? tell me...AM I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scholastic Strength Is Developing Ideas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/developing-ideas.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take a spark of inspiration and turn it into a full fledged concept.&lt;br /&gt;You are talented at brainstorming, visualizing, organizing, and independent thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should major in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural sciences&lt;br /&gt;Computer science&lt;br /&gt;Creative writing&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Architecture&lt;br /&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoumajorinquiz/"&gt;What Should You Major In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Architecture or Journalism?! are you kidding me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(224, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MFA (Masters of Fine Arts)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/mfa.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a blooming artistic talent, even if you aren't quite convinced.&lt;br /&gt;You'd make an incredible artist, photographer, or film maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever fits with one another..except maybe the film stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Lightning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/lightning.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful yet dangerous&lt;br /&gt;People will stop and watch you when you appear&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're capable of random violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best known for: your power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant state: performing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofweatherareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Weather Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? wad type of power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(49, 228, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Superhero Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#94f1ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Superhero Name is The Laser Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Your Superpower is X-Ray Vision&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness is Midgets&lt;br /&gt;Your Weapon is Your Flash Pitchfork&lt;br /&gt;Your Mode of Transportation is Convertible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/superheronamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Superhero Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah man! a convertible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F0FFF0;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 18 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this shall be the last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cream Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/cream-pie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect combo of simplicity and divinity&lt;br /&gt;Those who like you life for understated pleasures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpieareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Pie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how bored i am? ok gotta sleep now. XD&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to watch Da Vinci Code? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114813044814125849?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114813044814125849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114813044814125849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114813044814125849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114813044814125849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-few-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114787132053510612</id><published>2006-05-17T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:08:40.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man...this is the worst day of my life...nah...not really...but mym NAPFA 5 items sucked man...first shuttle run miss___made me run first. and i was't ready for goodness sake! like...i was going to stretch and no one wanted to go and she suddenly said 'kalya you go first' or smthn like that. wah lau. and my timing ended up like shit.12.1s, can you believe that?! so slow la!!!then after that we waited sooo long for the teacher for sit ups, and then i did 41. :P that was ok lah... then the thing that pisses me off the most is that during standing board jump right...WAH LAU EH! THE TEACHER KEEP REDUCING THE DISTANCE LAH! LIKE HE DID THAT TO PRACTICALLY EVERYONE KENA LA! and he kept usin the same lame excuse: "your foot slipped forward, so sorry but you did 167' like helloo the person did 180++ lah! where got ppl can slide front so much?!?!?! and he came up with a million other stupid no brainer excuse. stupid la. just broke my 2m barrier and he said i did 198. dumbass. and i was pissed with myself for incline pull up la! only do 17. shits. need to start doing push ups every night from today man...although i hardly think i would actually do. but i'll try..haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:78%;" &gt;everytime i look up, you're always turning away half a second later...i don't know if you are lookin this way or its just a coincidence. heck. my life sucks. everything is not what i want. &lt;s&gt;even my friends.some are good others are just plain irritating&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114787132053510612?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114787132053510612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114787132053510612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114787132053510612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114787132053510612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114779141680019104</id><published>2006-05-16T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:56:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my holiday,exams,projects,stress survival kit. haha. the pics abit distorted...&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="width: 820px; height: 1067px;" src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/IMG_3855.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114779141680019104?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114779141680019104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my mood has a stomach, it'll be puking really really soon. or right now&lt;br /&gt;yep. my mood's going up and down, worst than a roller-coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. the class is really breaking apart man...even the usual peeps aren't really talking much to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna get a horse fast a ride into the sunset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114761757656333277?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114761757656333277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114761757656333277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114761757656333277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114761757656333277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-my-mood-has-stomach-itll-be-puking.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114750166583676451</id><published>2006-05-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:27:45.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING ME!STOP ASKING 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114750166583676451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114750166583676451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114750166583676451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114750166583676451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/stop-asking-mestop-asking-mestop.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114726928757349747</id><published>2006-05-10T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:54:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew...this is one hell of a week! so many eois and pts...IM JUST GONNA DROP DOWN DEAD!!!! wanna get a horse and ride off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez...oh ya..went to indonesia from the 3-6,had a competiton there. haha like...I GOT AN IPOD BECAUSE OF THAT! how cool! haha&lt;br /&gt;1st day:went there, and i was watchin the news at the airport there...and guess wad?! there was a demonstration or wadever u call it, like alot of workers came and were like sort of tryin to demonstrate their power or strength or smthn.. duno la..tts wad i think my dad said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: had the competition and my 200m IM SUCKED! like TOTAL SCREWED! luckily my 50m free qualified for SEA AGE! YAY! and i improved! by 0.?sec. haha...just had to get 2nd. but it was a super close race, like super super close. i reached 0.4+ seconds after the 1st person and i beat the third and fourth by 0.11 seconds...how close is that?! yea..luckily the competiton is in e morn to early afternoon oni, had time to go out. haha. went to my...um...cousin's wife's sister's clinic or wadever to have measurements or wadever for a personalize sole or something. haha im so blur. yea and it had to be sent of to my cousin's wife's sister's husband's shop or whatever...i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: competiton again, had 100m free,the freaking event was pushed back to the afternoon cos they had prayer. shit la then i couldnt go to my cousin's house and play with his kids, who are sort of my niece and nephews i guess. missed 3rd by 0.smthn seconds, argh!!!but i improved by 0.???sec. haha. again. then went out with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tante&lt;/span&gt; ratna,my dad's last time school mate, her husband and her son. haha his name is Ivan. yea. and we went to sushi tei. WAITED DAMN LONG LAH! but the place super super nice! so cool inside. haha. and we shared some jumboo dragon thigum. i think that was its name, the head was sushi and carrot for its feelers or wadever, and prawn for its nose(?). and its tail is made of the prawn with the tail stickin out, haha. so cute. and the body was just sushi, quite a few of sushi. and we shared some other sushi. then the adults so mean, made me and ivan finish the sushis...there was so much lah! haha but we finished them all. haha like my dad says"kalya and her brother(he wasnt there) eats anythin, they are like walkin dustbins"...tea, but i added that my dustbin would reject spicy stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: had 100m back, went late but still had to wait very long, super sucky. haha then went to eat lunch with my dad's friend at 3+. went to collect the soles also. haha. basically the day gets more and more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day: had competition again and got nthn. was 200m free.haha but still i improved! haha yay! then we went back to e hotel and went to the airport. then my dad tried to change to an earlier flight but couldnt. for dunno wad reason. and so we were stuck at e airport for 4++ hours. luckily my dad has a pass to the lounge. i practically hogged one of the computer there. haha. then we reached s'pore at 7+ and then we came out of the plane and then we walk and walk. then i almost went to the arrival which was on the left but my dad kept walkin straight and i thought he was meetin someone. but who knew, he went to the electronics shop and BOUGHT ME AND IPOD NANO! haha. THANKS DADDY! wheee. so now i hav a ipod nano! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ok so that was the trip. 2.4 was fun. haha we had the 2nd batc runnin and when they almost endin it started rainin, got heavier and heavier. but will blog another day. my mum's comin.&lt;br /&gt; byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114726928757349747?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114726928757349747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114726928757349747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114726928757349747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114726928757349747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/05/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114647440343747658</id><published>2006-05-01T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:06:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...this was done in 5 mins.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/5ppl.jpg" alt="Photobucket - 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title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114638165382632751</id><published>2006-04-30T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:20:53.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i can post pics!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/vanessashikayemeruicijass.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/shikayeruicime.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/sepiashikkiruime.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/Photo102.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/Photo9.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/Photo7.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/Photo5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/Photo1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j61/PoorLilMe/colorpencilshikkiruicime.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114638165382632751?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114638165382632751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114638165382632751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114638165382632751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114638165382632751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay-i-can-post-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114636431476787670</id><published>2006-04-30T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T17:01:45.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love this song..dunno why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 0in; background: rgb(0, 0, 102) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;   &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 67.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" width="90"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 67.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" width="90"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;A Little More Personal     Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;tr style=""&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 67.5pt; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" width="90"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="padding: 1.5pt; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;Edge Of Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;Oh baby oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;And the days go by like a strand in the wind in the work&lt;br /&gt;That is my own I begin again&lt;br /&gt;Said to my friend baby, nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;Well he was no more that a baby then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he seemed broken hearted something with in him&lt;br /&gt;But the moment that I first laid eyes on him&lt;br /&gt;All alone on the edge of seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went today maybe I will go again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah and the music there it was hauntingly familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I see you doing what I try to do for me&lt;br /&gt;With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir&lt;br /&gt;And the melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;Nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds never expected with it rains but the sea changes colors&lt;br /&gt;But the sea does not change&lt;br /&gt;And so will the snow, graceful flow of 8&lt;br /&gt;High wind fold with an age old desire to please on the edge of seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;br /&gt;Just like a white wing dove sings a song sounds like she sing it&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114636431476787670?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114636431476787670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114636431476787670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114636431476787670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114636431476787670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114632103832185345</id><published>2006-04-29T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:38:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im just plain bored...so im posting again...two in 30+ mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" width="90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" width="90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" width="90"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Underneath This Smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What I'm standing on is sinking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;And I don't have a clue how to get off of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;when I look at you there is hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;It's like you see the sadness in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You read the blue between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You could be the one to hold me when I wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;br /&gt;My world is slowly caving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;All the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Cause that is all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've been hiding out for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have walked this earth with broken bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I've been keeping secrets under all these lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;But when you're around my defenses go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't let me run away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;You don't let me twist and turn the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;It feels as if I'm naked when you're standing in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;My world is slowly caving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;All the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm hanging on instead of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've been hiding out too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;br /&gt;My world is slowly caving in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;All the while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm hanging on instead of letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've been hiding out for miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Underneath this smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;What I'm standing on is sinking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..my life is so cavin in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114632103832185345?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114632103832185345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114632103832185345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114632103832185345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114632103832185345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-just-plain-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114632043572728813</id><published>2006-04-29T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:21:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah..i forgot something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE BLURDOS CLUB! YAY TO ME! haha&lt;br /&gt;the members (or so nicole put up on her blog):&lt;br /&gt;- Stephie AKA Stephere&lt;br /&gt;- Sixuan AKA ...i dont know actually...&lt;br /&gt;- Elaine AKA Heffalunp (heh so cute)&lt;br /&gt;- Jass AKA ... dont know too...&lt;br /&gt;- Vim AKA ...???&lt;br /&gt;- Nicole AKA Nikkichanikkichanikkichanmalichan (wow...the longest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...so there you are!&lt;br /&gt;cheer up stephere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114632043572728813?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114632043572728813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114632043572728813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114632043572728813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114632043572728813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-yah.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114631698576781284</id><published>2006-04-29T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:23:05.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...i just got news that my dad will buy me a ipod if i improve 3 of my PBs in indonesia..great..more pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREWED&lt;/span&gt; LAH! the class is like splittin up..everyone seems to be goin back to their sec 1 friends..so sad lah! like at least can the whole class eat together for one day in the week?!?!?! jeez.. lie..everyone says they want to bond as a class, BUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;NOT ALOT OF PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; IS LIKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;MAKIN AN EFFORT&lt;/span&gt;! does the welfare comm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; to organise a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;DAMN OUTIN&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?! i bet like..at least 10 ppl wun b able to make outings! at least try to bond in school first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114631698576781284?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114631698576781284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114631698576781284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114631698576781284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114631698576781284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114576925413139561</id><published>2006-04-23T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:14:14.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no time to post...here's a few random lines i read or heard or whatever in books and films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Icec Age 2:&lt;br /&gt;- Diego&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001459/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: If anyone asks, there were fifty of 'em... And, uh... They were rattlesnakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Sid: Campo de Sid. &lt;br /&gt;   Diego: Great. Now you're an idiot in TWO languages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Manfred: Hey, kids. Who said you could torture the sloth? &lt;br /&gt;   Diego: Manny, don't squash their creativity.&lt;br /&gt;(haha...i just loooove Diego. i love tigers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114576925413139561?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114576925413139561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114576925413139561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114576925413139561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114576925413139561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/no-time-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114563312540363693</id><published>2006-04-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:25:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BAD BAD&lt;/span&gt; mood...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONT PISS ME OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dance today...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DANCE IS FUN LAH! WOOOHOOO&lt;/span&gt;! haha...did mambo...paired with kimber...haha...we both sucked at it...haha but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit today trainin sucked man! last set was 10x50m...1st one then coach pissed off already...then madde us do 8 of them fly...rest so short some more...haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a horse and ride off into the sunset...with my guitar...and my bro to tune it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114563312540363693?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114563312540363693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114563312540363693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114563312540363693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114563312540363693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-in-bad-bad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114545800088216525</id><published>2006-04-19T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:46:40.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#000066"&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" width="90"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fort Minor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" width="90"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; The Rising Tied &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffcc" width="90"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Where'd You Go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself tryna stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah...just a song that i like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114545800088216525?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114545800088216525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114545800088216525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114545800088216525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114545800088216525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/artist-fort-minoralbum-rising-tied_19.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114528474679735895</id><published>2006-04-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:45:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;i looked at you and you looked at me...and no one said anything...i felt like we were strangers today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;ok nevermind...random stuff...anywayys...I WAS STUCK IN A FREAKIN TRAFFIC JAM FOR 1 1/2 HOURS! F***! AND AUDREY CAME OUT LATER THEN ME AND SHE REACHED HER HOUSE ALMOST THE SAME TIME!great...have a sore throat now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;yeah...im in  moody mood today...THINK OF HAPPY STUFF MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;ok...had Asean Cup 'farewell' dinner. wad carp lorr...farewell wad sh*t lah please...dint even feel liike asean cup...felt like NAG! so boring...all singapore club one...other countries only a few...but anyways...the dinner...yeah...WE GOT CRAP SEATS LAH! stupid man! right at the side corner ..WAD TO SEE?!?!?! all you see is the back of the 'stage'...luckily millennia swimmin club dint come, then we shifted there...haha...right at infront left corner of the stage. the dance was so crap lah! completely screwed upp the whole thing...cant hear the begining and then forgot the steps...nevermind...AT LEAST WE TRIED! took pics after that..yay...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so crappy...dun want to type liao...buh-byez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114528474679735895?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114528474679735895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114528474679735895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114528474679735895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114528474679735895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-looked-at-you-and-you-looked-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114442177296939864</id><published>2006-04-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T22:56:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shall blog another day. dun feel like bloggin....feeling down and depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girl, u are so avoiding me. i cant stand it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114442177296939864?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114442177296939864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114442177296939864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114442177296939864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114442177296939864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/shall-blog-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114433206797814123</id><published>2006-04-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:01:07.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was so fun! watched part of bend it like beckham durin history,sorry i kicked you jass!not really kicked lah...  then let off 10 mins earlier cos he got RS. WE SOLD MANY MANY ICE-CREAMS TODAY! actually during lunch, cos the sales during recess was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;MISERABLE&lt;/span&gt;! YES &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MISERABLE&lt;/span&gt;! luckily lydia's class bought 30! THANKS LYDIA! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORTS FEST tomorrow! GO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TARBET&lt;/span&gt;! WE CAN STILL WIN FOR CHEERING! ayah still have to wake up at 530 for morn training...PEOPLE WANNA SLEEP LEH! haha...shld i go with coach and they all for breakfast or shld i go with sixuan they all to j8...so many things to choose from!nah two only...haha...so crap! tomorrow whole day in cullottes...eeeeeeewwwwwwww...ayah...have to sleep liao...GOOD NITEZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114433206797814123?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114433206797814123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114433206797814123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114433206797814123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114433206797814123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-so-fun-watched-part-of-bend.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114416127392954900</id><published>2006-04-04T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:49:35.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just feel like droppin down dead...no mood to go sch or swimming or anywhere... super depressed mood...think im having mood swings nowadays...must be affected by sixuannnn...kidding lah...thanks for the comfortin words angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i have been screaming or shoutin at you...just that im under supreme pressure...now i noe how u feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;why do i feel like your are avoiding me? im so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114416127392954900?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114416127392954900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114416127392954900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114416127392954900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114416127392954900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-feel-like-droppin-down-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114397076410346332</id><published>2006-04-02T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:39:24.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! IM SEEING WHITE SPECS ALL OVER THE PLACE!!! ARGH!!! wad the heck is the prob with the world? all same color not unique onez... so tat means tat me and kimber are SPECIAL! haha...blah...so crappy...today got to skip afternoon training! haha...but still need to go for tuition...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...just finished practising guitar...my freakin guitar so out of tune lah! had me bro to help me tune everytime but now he dunno go where liao...*searches for my bro*...ayah nowhere to be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like typin liao...BUH-BYEEEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114397076410346332?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114397076410346332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114397076410346332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114397076410346332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114397076410346332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/04/omg-im-seeing-white-specs-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114381001334486856</id><published>2006-03-31T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T21:00:13.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whew...today was FUN MAN! haha...had lit and art...i forgot everything about poetry! then for the stupid diagnostic test my paper was practically BLANK! yes, BLANK! luckily for the gallery walk thing can do in groups of 6, if not dunno how to do with our groupings and the situation now...&lt;br /&gt;then art we played with CLAY!  SO FUN! haha...i made a cup with my name on it! how cool is that? haha...not so cool for me tho...cos i made one before when i was P6!or was it p5? anyway...I CAN AT LAST CUT A PERFECT CIRCLE ON THE WHEEL! haha...after 5 tries...so pro right?! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to yvonne''s house...ate choco cake! haha...was suppose to be made t ocookies but her maid made it into cake...or brownie...watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training was quite slack. haha...maybe cos it was raining...and there was lightning...did not hear coach blowin whistle at first...then saw him waving and look like blowing then stop. then went up for awhile, haha...in the middle of the set somemore...then the rain clouds went by so fast then hav to go back in...did the last 300m of the set. haha...jia hao triedto do 1.08 for 100m breaststroke, did 1.13 instead.haha...then got lightning again...then coach sort of gave up and say that we end there...cos lightning again i guess. haha...so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah lau, tomorrow the whole morning in school lah! wat the hell...need to learn the stupid mass dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114381001334486856?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114381001334486856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114381001334486856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114381001334486856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114381001334486856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew_31.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114364001327357293</id><published>2006-03-29T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:46:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;girl, are you avoiding me? why are you so quiet all of the sudden?  just know that i'll always be there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...yeah...just a note to...someone...and...sch is so boring...im feeling more and more depressed and stress...especially NEXT WEEK!!! ARGH!!! got ORA...and i have THREE BOOTHS to run!!! AHHHHH!!!!! @_@. next week's gonna be quite fun man...i think...have sports fest then next day have ORA...think i'll just collapse after saturday lah! tomorrow still got 11km 'hike' some more!!! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yahh...sorry boy...i cant go tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;GOOD NITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114364001327357293?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114364001327357293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114364001327357293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114364001327357293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114364001327357293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/girl-are-you-avoiding-me-why-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114355165723565897</id><published>2006-03-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:14:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ayah...school started...so sian need to wake up early...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday so boring please! but miss lim looked in a good mood...haha...oor so SOMEONE said...blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASSELYN! why you so glum today? very scary leh! jia you for your jap test horr! haha...shit...got fined by library...sixuan why you never tell me earlier?!?!?!?!?! i totally forgot about the book lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DARLING I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...need to go liaoz...BYEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114355165723565897?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114355165723565897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114355165723565897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114355165723565897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114355165723565897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/ayah.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114247630297860873</id><published>2006-03-16T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:31:43.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tried a few test online... here are the results for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                   Chocolate on Chocolate - Sexy, always ready to give and                    receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and                    passionate. You have a cold exterior but are warm on the                    inside. Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for                    anything average in life. Love to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh yeah...agree...except for the creative part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                   You have a strong character, aggressive, ambitious, go-getter.                    You were born to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uh... no comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fave color...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                   Orange is the color of nature.&lt;br /&gt;                  Orange people are nature lovers. Being sports minded, they                    love to do anything having to do with the outdoors. Taking                    long walks in the woods revives them. When forced to stay                    indoors for long periods of time, they may become ill. Trees                    and animals mean a lot to them and they want to be a part of                    nature.&lt;br /&gt;                  Good professions for orange personalities include farmers,                    ranchers, football players, and guides.&lt;br /&gt;                  People always say good things about these down to earth                    people. Although they may sometimes invoke anger from others,                    it usually doesn't last very long. Who can remain mad at                    someone so helpful?&lt;br /&gt;                  They are good lovers and can be kinky where sex is concerned.                    Orange personalities do not consider themselves kinky, just                    willing to try what their partner may like.&lt;br /&gt;                  Tending to take up for the underdog, they will put themselves                    out to help someone who they feel needs assistance.&lt;br /&gt;                  Always aware of their surrounding, they tend to be more                    adventurous than most. Even though they are impulsive and                    thoughtful, they generally are very much aware of what they                    are doing.&lt;br /&gt;                  Learning and remembering through experience is a strong suit                    of theirs. Orange personalities believe God meant for them to                    have any good thing in life they want. As luck has it, they                    get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114247630297860873?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114247630297860873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114247630297860873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114247630297860873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114247630297860873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/tried-few-test-online.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114233975122398318</id><published>2006-03-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:39:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;whew...today was damn fun man! went out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kenneth Yvonne Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Elson&lt;/span&gt;... went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shaggy Dog&lt;/span&gt;. The dog soooo cute!!!hahaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight after training...todady so slack lah! 2000m choice...i think...haha... walked to Newton MRT station...stopped at 7-11. kept going round and round and round and round and round...and round in 7-11...no lah not so many rounds...then we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SLOWLY&lt;/span&gt; walk to the station and to heerens...but guess wat?walk not slow enough...haha..coz when reach there...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO HOT LAH&lt;/span&gt;!!! tehe cinema oso not open yet...then in the end went to eat burger king...not so nice the food...then went back up again...thinking that the arcade will at least be open...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;...wah lau...not even open lah!E2max oso not open please!!! then we saw the ticketing place the screen on...so we went to buy...then sit there and stone until time to go in...waste time rite? 1 1/2 hour gone just stoning there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came out and went to eat...again,,,but actually  only stephanie ate...when just...yes...STONED there and drank soft drink...so dumb right???then went to the arcade...and it was thankfully OPEN!!! haha went to play air hockey...my back hurts now...then stephanie and yvonne went home...and we waited for elson to play finish his last token...then we went around wandering for awhile...then we finally went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now im bored sitting at the computer...finishing this post. haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life so boring right? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114233975122398318?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114233975122398318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114233975122398318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114233975122398318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114233975122398318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114191406114417665</id><published>2006-03-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T22:21:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheee...tomorrow practically no need to  bring anything to ach man! but then still have to bring swim carn stuff...dang! wheee...dunno wat to write...blah...swimming 50 fly and 100IM tml!!! haha so random.shall end here...bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114191406114417665?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114191406114417665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114191406114417665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114191406114417665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114191406114417665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/wheee.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21654705.post-114122485714625031</id><published>2006-03-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:54:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man...yesterday was so crap lah... ran 800m and 4x400 relay...crappy runs...&lt;br /&gt;8oom was ok fun lah...me Ruici and Kimber were like...'slow down!' 'faster!' 'wait for me!!!' thashi was trying not to laugh when overtaking us...oh man...like everyone overtook us!!! at least we came in top 8!!! HAHAHA... 4x400m...dont want to even talk about it...so sorry guys i let ya'll down...oh man i was so slow lah!!! Jean hui dun blame urself ok...u were still maintaining the lead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..today was ok lah...reached home at 9... :s. tuition ended so late lar... but guess what? I GOT MY SPECS!!! YAY!! haha...its&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; GREEN&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...yes...&lt;/span&gt;GREEN!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ok...crap so tired ...gonna sleep!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21654705-114122485714625031?l=princess-malas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/feeds/114122485714625031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21654705&amp;postID=114122485714625031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114122485714625031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21654705/posts/default/114122485714625031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princess-malas.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
