<?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-10553259</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:36:38.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>tHiS sHall bE mY nEw aVenUe to sHaRe mY jOy, sOrrOw,eXpeRieNce, vEnT mY aNgeR, biTcH aBt aNyoNe wHo iRriTaTeS mE, cRediT tHosE wHo deSerVe, rAisE mY dOubTs aSkiNg "wHy?!" tO siLLy sTuff, tO wAstE mY yOutH mAkIng aN eNtrY iNstEad oF dOinG "tHe mOre iMpt sTuFf"... ~iN sHort iS to RecoRd sOme oF tHe iNteResTiNg hAppeNingS iN mY liFe~ "LiFe is a JoKe. tHe oNly wAy to sUrviVe it is to fiNd tHe rigHt PunChLiNe."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-113743075368193477</id><published>2006-01-17T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:59:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of new temporary blog address</title><content type='html'>Hey guys in case I havent inform u guys of the new blog address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://royaldiary2.blogspot.com"&gt;http://royaldiary2.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113743075368193477?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113743075368193477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113743075368193477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113743075368193477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113743075368193477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/change-of-new-temporary-blog-address.html' title='Change of new temporary blog address'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113647898605127555</id><published>2006-01-06T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:36:26.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep A Lookout Folks</title><content type='html'>I will be setting up a sub blog when I go over to Miami. It will be name Royal Diary II -- Princess goes to Miami. Hahas nice name right. Well you will get to see this soon, hopefully. Confirm that I will be going over to USA, Florida, Miami. Flying off on the 11th Jan, Wednesday. Taking the early morning flight, 6am --&gt;Toyko--&gt;New York--&gt;Miami. Have to check in at 4AM...Oh man...Maybe I shouldnt even sleep cos if I do, I wont be able to wake up. Lolx. After all the transit flights, I will only be arriving at Miami 2300h+. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113647898605127555?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113647898605127555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113647898605127555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113647898605127555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113647898605127555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/keep-lookout-folks.html' title='Keep A Lookout Folks'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113620616027174051</id><published>2006-01-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:42:40.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happie NEW Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like what I have said on the tag board, "I do not make New Year Resolutions as they are tough to keep up with". Why stress yourself with more goals than you already have placed onto you by others. Hence, I have stopped setting resolutions since secondary school. It will be less intimidating and stressful to set resolutions along they way and handle them one at a time. Though there are goals that I would like to set for myself for this New Year but I will get judged if I fail to see to them. Lolx. I such a coward. Fear to be judged. Hee hee...decided to keep my resolutions to myself. A pity that I did not have a good year end for 2005: for myself and some other people. May I have a better year ahead and to become a better person. *This is not a resolution!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;In time of need you will have a clearer picture of who your friends are. People always say that those who still stay by your side are your true friends. I dare not agree readily on that statement. Let's say the situation I am in, I did something which is against my friends’ principles/beliefs/guidelines, which they cannot understand (they feel that they do not have to understand as it is definitely wrong w/o any excuse, etc.). Hence, these true friends cannot offer me their support now but they will still be by my side when I need them in other areas. They can still be considered my true friends as I respect the fact that everyone has their own difference. I would just wish for friends to be forgiving and accepting to my wrongdoings, if possible, perhaps give me a hint or two as to if it is fine for me to talk to you again. "A listening ear": it is easy to offer or find just a listening ear. All you have to do is to sit down there and "hmm...orh...yah...." It is the response/feeling and understanding/guidance you get in return distinguish THE "listening ear". In time of great serious need when you cannot seems to find any "ears" to pour your sorrows to, calm down as you will find this particular "ear" which has always been by your side. It might not be the best "ear" as it would not offer you any 2nd person's opinion; comfort and hope is what you will get. Hee hee...that "ear" is from your inner self. =)&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/10553259-113620616027174051?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113620616027174051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113620616027174051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113620616027174051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113620616027174051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2006/01/happie-new-year.html' title='Happie NEW Year'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-113569359580328780</id><published>2005-12-27T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:26:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Dec Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Went out today with Xiang Jing, Aileen, Woon Yeng and Liyun. My close friends since Primary school. We have known each other for about 9 years plus plus. However, the time we spend together might not be as much as that i spend hanging out with my current classmates. We are still as close for I know that when I need someone to chat with, shop with or party with, they will always there. For example for today's gathering, each of them had somethings on but they somehow managed to it back. We went to seoul garden for lunch..the five of us paid about $13.10 each as there was some student discount during the week days. Cheap! I felt that it was a very sweet and warmth meal as we were cooking for each other. and making lots of noisy laughing loudly. Hee hee... Though I meet them only like once a year, I dont feel that distant from them. Maybe not that close of totally clear about every details of their life but can still find many topic to talk with them. After filling out stomach, we left seoul garden with a full stomach, full bladder and stinky hair and clothings. Following that we went to Xiang Jing's house to play Cluedo. It's rather challenging as you have to remember what each other opponent said. Rather confusing too. Had lots of fun as some of us try to "sabo" and prevent each other from winning. Brought back fond memories of me playing board game when I was a kid -- though i still think that I am a growing kid. Do u remember when is the last time u played a board game? It is a refreshing change from all the IT games...&lt;br /&gt;There are many gatherings organised at the end of the year. This makes me feel that time is really passing very fast and that school is starting very soon. I guess it is mainly bcos I am in rushing for time to at least meet up with my friends before I leave for Miami. No time! So people when I organise gathering for any event please give your full support! It's not a "piece of cake".&lt;br /&gt;~My ambition is not to be an event planner, but for friends I dont mind going through all the trouble~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113569359580328780?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113569359580328780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113569359580328780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113569359580328780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113569359580328780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/27th-dec-tuesday.html' title='27th Dec Tuesday'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113561634729226395</id><published>2005-12-27T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T00:59:07.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lovely gathering!</title><content type='html'>Had another super last minute organize OG dinner. It is chaotic trying to organise one thru MSN. There r so many brillant ideas and preference and timings to cater too..Not forgetting the side-tracking as some gets carried away listing out all the good food available in Singapore. Lucky some old wise man went in to organise stuff abit, set the timing n venue, thus this gathering is possible. Hahas... It is a pity most people are unable to make it, or simply unwilling to join. However, I find the turn-out rate a perfect number. Personally prefer small gatherings as no one will get left out, and what each says will get heard. Had "zhu chao" along the stretch of coffeeshop opposite bugis... Is it too expensive cos the meal shared between 6 of us costs $59? Dont know never had zhu chao with that many people before. After the meal, we started bumming around..walking around somewhat aimlessly..hahas as we try to find this board game cafe. After much aimless bumming, we concluded the cafe has closed down. Finally we had some direction n went to suntec city. Then we bought a huge tub of ice-cream n went to the sky garden to pig out n talk cock. Really had a great time hanging out with them, saying chatting away under the starry night..hmmm no stars..okie under the grey n windy night. Hahas...With willy worrying that a tennis ball might fall down n hit us. *long story* Always looking forward to such gatherings!!! A great pity those who cant join us. Well there's always a next time. *Hint hint pls organise another one soon before sch start please.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113561634729226395?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113561634729226395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113561634729226395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113561634729226395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113561634729226395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-lovely-gathering.html' title='What a lovely gathering!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113531185649293314</id><published>2005-12-23T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T12:24:16.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec-23-2005-1127h</title><content type='html'>Jingle bell jingle bell...christmas is nearing. I would used to look forward to Christmas...thinking of all the public holidays, special tv programe coming up, all the gathering I can attend and not forgetting the Christmas cards and gifts exchange! Hee hee...presents...not from santa but from myself or friends. However, this year I felt that Christmas is coming too soon, together with the long public holiday and HUGE crowds in every shopping outlets. I just feel that everything is too rush. I didn't even have time to do Christmas shopping or get gifts for friends and Christmas will soon be over. Currently now I am hurrying here and there, surfing on the net trying to settle my oversea exchange legal procedures. I had to get my student visa which was a super duper big headache for me. When they send over the acceptance package, there's only two acceptance letters, one orientation schedule,  visa application required forms and one payment form. The forms for visa application require me to print them from the website as I will need the barcode that will be printed out. There are 2 forms I have to fish put from the big n vast interNET. Then the sadest thing is that they dont give us the exact wedsite i can retrieve the forms, only the main homepage was given. When i was about to go crazy trying to find the last form; i chance upon the pg through random clicking at the homepage of US embassy. hahahas! Then they require us to prepare 2 inch X 2 inch photos, which turns out to be big n squarish. Mu face looks magnified n round. Then the uncle who was taking my photo told me that for US visa usage, I can smile?! "huh cant smile???" "oh no lah can smile but cant show your teeth. Then have to tuck ur hair behind ur ears. Must show ur ears." Okie...this is going to be a challenge cos I cant smile w/o showing some teeth. SO i tried n the first 2 pics turn out bad. I was smiling with my lips tight close not showing any bit of white area n my smile was slanted! argh...hahas..so for the 3rd shot i tried not smile. It was much better. Then no housing was offered to me, I have to go online to apply n pay $$$ again. Everything must pay $: the visa, the air tix, the housing, the meals, the medical checkup n x-ray, etc. Going to be costly. I heard that the cost of leaving there is high n that even the daily groceries dont come cheap. It will definitely be a good chance for me to slim down. A long french loaf to last a week?! The current crsis I am facing is I cant find the subjects which I once found n matched on the list of courses offered. Doom! I have to email the IC over there to seek help n to inform her i can get the air tix to fly over there in time for orientation! Crossing my fingers hoping that she understands what I am asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shall use this entry to wish everyone read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113531185649293314?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113531185649293314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113531185649293314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113531185649293314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113531185649293314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/dec-23-2005-1127h.html' title='Dec-23-2005-1127h'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113491539899801692</id><published>2005-12-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:18:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has COME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I received an email early this week telling me to keep a lookout for my acceptance letter from Miami Uni...Wasn't feeling any bit happy or excited. Then shortly two days later I received another email from the International Office telling me that the Letter of Acceptance is in the office and ready for collection and that I have once again have to fill up a dozen complicated forms. I guess all these legal documents are written in a language far beyond my understanding that i forwarded them to Hobbit to read and break the news to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;My bro happened to be home that day i got the news. So I break it to him first "I am going Miami". His reaction was great, "What do you mean you are going?" "I got their acceptance...and have to collect the original letter on Monday." The he started his 15mins long lecturer telling me "How can you go...you should not go...you are not think carefully...you are throwing all your responsibility behind..." I tried to explain the situation to him but he just got angrier, so I simply kept quiet and continued to do my surfing while holding back some tears in my eyes as he stood outside my room rattling on. *know that he said tt as he cant bare to c me fly all the way there alone even though it is just for a short 6mths ^_^* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then tt night i told my mum about the "happy news". She had the same reaction and thinking as my bro. She kept saying "You should not go..just turn down the offer...how can they tell you this with so short a notice...no..no..just turn it down..tell them parental objection.." It will be pretty contradictary if I tell them I cant go due to parental objection as my mum did sign on the application doc initially. And the fact that they did tell us the news will only come somewhere in Dec. Hmm...so now I am facing a tough situation here how to turn the the offer and if i should or do i want to go. Cos if i really want to go, my parents will definitely allow and support me. Now the support is somewhat 50-50. My mum and bro on the against side and my boyfriend and cousins on the for side. Where my dad? He's on the "up to you" side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate being in such life and death situation where you DEFINITELY have to come to a WISE and APPROPRIATE decision. I will be going back to school to have some of my (actually is my mum's) queries answered. See if there is an option open to me if I want to take up the offer. I guess the moment you apply would be you checking on the option to take up the offer right. Hahahas... If only i can sleep my troubles away, and when i wake up tomorrow nothing of such has ever taken place. Yups...if only. &gt;.&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113491539899801692?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113491539899801692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113491539899801692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113491539899801692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113491539899801692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/time-has-come_18.html' title='The Time Has COME'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113423411136369378</id><published>2005-12-11T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:02:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My adorable n clean doggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img127.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc4&amp;image=b15_Image007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="image hosting by ~Ah Girl~  &lt;a href=" src="http://img127.imagevenue.com/loc4/th_b15_Image007.jpg" border="0" target="_blank" loc="'loc5&amp;amp;image=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ah Girl the Snoozing Beauty~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="image hosting by imagevenue.com" src="http://img40.imagevenue.com/loc5/th_f41_Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kiki the Black Beauty~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113423411136369378?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113423411136369378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113423411136369378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113423411136369378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113423411136369378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-adorable-n-clean-doggies.html' title='My adorable n clean doggies'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113422968975755498</id><published>2005-12-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:48:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, December 10, 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It has been donkey years since i last blog. It doesnt affect anyone since this is a even "Birds don't lay eggs" blog. Haven't been shopping much. Not tt there isn't anything too buy just tt there isn't much $$ left. Is it worthy to buy a $169 Levis Jeans, the latest ladies style? I do look gd in tt jeans (makes my legs look slimer n lengthy, gives my "not so obvious butt" a slight boost) n tt a good pair of jeans can last u more than 10yrs (provided i don't grow any fatter). So if i do manage to wear n look fantastic in tt pair of jeans for 10 yrs, it will cost $16.90 per yr. Hahahas...funny to look at it this way. Hmm...Oh ya Fangz if u do happen to read this, Levis has the range of dark demin skirts with crystal arch at the back pockets again. Slightly different from the past design. This new range of levis jeans n skirts has the seams which curve in such a way to give u a slimer curve ---&gt;Illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Had dinner at Carl's Jr at Marina Sq. A combo meal (which includes a burger, potato wedges n refillable drink) + a burger cost $15+. I had the Western Bacon Cheeseburger which has cheese, bacons, bbq sauce, onion rings!!!, beef patty, lettuce n bread. This burger tasted somewhat (very) similar to Burger King's Turkey Bacon burger, just with diff name n pricing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bought a necklace. My very first necklace. hahas..Happy!!! It is handmade from a Jamaica style store selling all sorts of necklace, bangles, rings n tops. It cost $15 which i feel is reasonable. They will even make some changes to the necklace base on ur requests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;After bumming ard at Marina Sq, me n darling Hobbit went over to Suntec. He too fancy on a pair of jeans frm Topman. Reasonable pricing n it looks good on him (most imptly). We were 99% keen on buying the jeans, asked the sales boy to measure the length for alteration (which is free). He told use to wait for the other sales person to come n measure for us. We waited for 10 mins...no one came...That sales boy didnt even go n find whoever tt person is to come over even though he knows we r still waiting. He was happily talking to his collegue. After much waiting, we left w/o buying. How much service do we get in return for all the 10% or 5% GST we pay???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There r some minors unhappy "verbal conflicts" between me n Hobbit. PSM? (both of us...not just me :p) I would like to look for a book -- How to Converse with Your Boyfriend Without Sounding Like His Mother. I wonder if there is such books on sale? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113422968975755498?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113422968975755498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113422968975755498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113422968975755498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113422968975755498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/saturday-december-10-2005.html' title='Saturday, December 10, 2005'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-113423331930106790</id><published>2005-12-10T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:59:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The necklace i bought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img43.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc64&amp;amp;image=80f_Image035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="image hosting by imagevenue.com" src="http://img43.imagevenue.com/loc64/th_80f_Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113423331930106790?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113423331930106790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113423331930106790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113423331930106790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113423331930106790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/12/necklace-i-bought.html' title='The necklace i bought'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113325175693590383</id><published>2005-11-29T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T16:16:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.......I........screwed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I hate interviews, I hate interviews....oh man I screwed my travel grant interview. They must be mocking me for my ridiculous answers to their political, social highly intellectual questions. Gosh...they were asking like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...as u know Miami was affect by the tornado last yr &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;was&gt;...*giving tat "I’m aware nod, hmmm...yes...and forcing a faint smile" almost about to faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;....how do u think they can go about helping Miami recover from the effects?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;...then I went on crapping from what I managed to recall from what I had read from "lonely planets on Florida"----&gt;Miami...then I sidetrack a bit...then I went on blabbering nonsense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Oh no their expressions changed...was it amusement or purely disgust. I thought I saw a slight frown forming. Then comes the standard question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Why do u think we should give u the grant?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;err...oh my god...Though I was preparing the answers 5mins ago...but I still haven't come up with anything concrete...But the two interviewers n a secretary were nice enough to listen to my crap n not throwing me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then the ultimate regret n disgrace came. One of the interviewers asked, "R u involved in any voluntary work?"... Craps! dead...being too "preoccupied' with my struggling school work, all the sub committees n band stuff has made me pushed back all voluntary works which I had planned n hoped to accomplish. I am hopeless. It is true tat they have a greater emphasis on our social involvement now than before. They would definitely want to sponsor a more socially saint student than a lazy one. They even asked if I am taking up any part-time job, which my answer is nil too. *Sobs* There goes my travel grant.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113325175693590383?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113325175693590383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113325175693590383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113325175693590383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113325175693590383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/11/iiscrewed-it.html' title='I.......I........screwed it!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-113013810556747940</id><published>2005-10-24T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:44:20.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U didnt get it when u wanted it but only got it when u not so much want it.</title><content type='html'>Last yr end i went to apply for Duo Exchange an exchange program to go to an UK university--Queen Mary Uni. I didnt get the funding to get there, not even a place/chance to go due to my poor grades (expected). I was pretty upset initially but soon got over it and accepted the wonderful fact that i will be in Spore wif Hobbit n went ahead to join a couple of activities to occupy myself. Think i "over-joined". recently i got a call frm that eschange lady IC asking if i will be interested to take up another offer to go for an exchange at miami uni. This is so unexpected. Went ard asking some friends if i shd take up the offer. All of them said YES, of course. well i guess it is much easier to say yes n see all the benefits when u r not the one going eventually. Of course i do totally agree with all of them that this exchange will bring about many worthy experience...as what everyone who got a chance to study aboard will say. But there r also many factors which r hindering me for being happie that i got the offer...like the people i will be missing, the responsibilities that i have to forsake: so sorry to jiapei that i wont be able to help out as her sub com (any MSE takers to become MEC sub-com???) n to the FOC...biz mag..sigh~, the high expenses that will be incurred, the saddening fact that my parents will be alone in Spore until May/June when i return as my Brother is also leaving to study in Australia in Feb, etc... I am missing everyone n everything just by think of the fact that i might be going. i was feeling so upset after i read my ntu mail saying that i have been shortlisted to go Miami Uni (shortlisted does mean that i am confirm going as i still have to wait for approval frm the Miami Uni side--another round of waiting.) but felt so much better after talking to Hobbit =) okie a girl got to do what a girl got to do: print out the application form!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-113013810556747940?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/113013810556747940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=113013810556747940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113013810556747940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/113013810556747940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/10/u-didnt-get-it-when-u-wanted-it-but.html' title='U didnt get it when u wanted it but only got it when u not so much want it.'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-112730092915334865</id><published>2005-09-21T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:08:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold cold LONELY Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Came to sch in super slack attire of beach shorts+tank top+slippers. Cant really study more than a stack of notes everyday which is a very very bad thing as we all know what is coming up very very soon. Sigh~ After tt glass of cocktail, i hit the bed soon after i showered. Dont know if it is bcos of the drinks or just tt i am worn out yesterday. My day only starts at 1.30pm for forensics science lecture, but i came to sch at 8.45am to have breakfast with Hobbit. Always making/finding time for each other ^_^. After Hobbit left for his lec at 9.30am i went to Nam Lib n sat in there all the way till 12.30pm(alone) n met DaWei for lunch. For tt whole 3hrs, i only managed to cover just a mere stack of Matrix notes. Why am i so slow in my studying pace???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I cant take in anymore knowledge after one stack of notes per day. *terrible* After lunch we went for forensics lec at MLT. Today there is a guest speak frm the forensic dept specialise in autopsy n stuff. I sat in there going through a full hour of gruesome pictures of blown up bodies, burnt bodies, chopped up body parts, exploded heads, cut up bodies with blood n flesh dripping. Oh Man!!! That sicko guest speaker seemed to be deriving pleasure frm out shocked expressions--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;saddist--n paused longer at those more explictly gross pictures. Oh HE also cracked some dark jokes abt those bodies or parts of them. I felt quite sick towards the end of the session n have to turn away as when he paused at the pictures (esp the one showing pictures of heads being shot n blown up...really blown up tt u only see the empty 1/2 skull). Luckily we didnt have heavy lunch or char siew rice in particular. Puke!!! During the lec, we chit chat every now n then...me asking Da Wei abt some canvassing stuff n he had offered some pretty good ideas. Thanks man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After lec, Dawei n I went Popular. We bumped into Hock aka Hawk, who's wearing a T-shirt with "HAWK" letters across his chest. Hahahas..dawei asked if he specially printed tt tee...*btw according to Hock there is really a brand name HAWK** Oh Hock changed his hairstyle again...looking more Manly now as compared to the previous cuter thin french braids.  Both hairstyles look good on him...Made him look so "outstanding"--&gt;AA. Looking forward to his next transformation. These daring pple makes coming to sch more "exciting". Hahahas...oh well after parting with Dawei n Hock, came to Lib2 where i am at now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Main intention is to charge my phone. Tried to do some readings but just cant nothing is coming in...i wonder if my treshold is one notes per day or just tt MS2004 creep notes is just too tough to understand?! Feeling SO bored being ALONE again in the library..Did some doodling, designing...moulding n stoning...N blogging...Staying in sch bcos i have to meet the pres of FOC later at 8pm. Okie time for me to make my way to the canteen to get my dinner &lt;em&gt;ALONE&lt;/em&gt; be4 i go for meeting... ... ... ...:':..o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112730092915334865?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112730092915334865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112730092915334865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112730092915334865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112730092915334865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/cold-cold-lonely-day.html' title='Cold cold LONELY Day'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-112706334989251156</id><published>2005-09-19T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:11:55.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lovely doggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img46.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc264&amp;image=74d_Picture1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo Hosting and Image Hosting at www.Imagevenue.com" src="http://img46.imagevenue.com/loc264/th_74d_Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--Ah Girl &lt;a href="http://img21.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc262&amp;amp;image=428_Picture15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo Hosting and Image Hosting at www.Imagevenue.com" src="http://img21.imagevenue.com/loc262/th_428_Picture15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--KiKi:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the older dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~So Cute!!!...They can trick u into giving them food by fooling u with their innocent round eyes, "saying","Please...share with me the yummy food of yours..please oh please..." or "Tummy rub tummy rub...". Once u start, there's no ending...They want more! Hahahas..Aren't they the cutest things on Earth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Oh yah...I love going to Pet Safari at Eastpoint cos over there I can see n sometimes pet n cuddle the adorable, playful pups..hee hee they r super duper cute...Nice to see, play n pet but not that nice when u own them n have to clear up after their "Business-es". :]&lt;br /&gt;I went wif Hobbit to pet safari on sat 17 sep...after seeing n playing with the pups, i sort of neglected him. Was too preoccupied looking at the pups n "whaa-ing" at how adorable they r. I was allowed to pet n even carry this 3 mths old small Sausage dog. It's body is so soft n fraglie. Hobbit didnt even wan to pet it..hahahas...Jealous issit? ;) but i smelt like tt dog after carrying it =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112706334989251156?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112706334989251156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112706334989251156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706334989251156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706334989251156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-lovely-doggies.html' title='My Lovely doggies'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-112706260732717137</id><published>2005-09-19T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:58:37.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying smth new...:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img121.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc135&amp;amp;image=e74_YixMe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Photo Hosting and Image Hosting at www.Imagevenue.com" src="http://img121.imagevenue.com/loc135/th_e74_YixMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us back then...looking so young hee hee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112706260732717137?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112706260732717137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112706260732717137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706260732717137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706260732717137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/trying-smth-new.html' title='Trying smth new...:]'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-112706120292015764</id><published>2005-09-17T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:59:42.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we continue to lend a helping hand? An unlucky Samaritan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I went home rather early after dinner on Saturday... I was the only one at home with my two doggies, after Hobbit left at 8.45pm...I was channel surfing, then pause when I came across the Taiwan News channel. Taiwan is really a Big Country cos their News report can go on for more than 2hrs per session...I was watching it, then soon this saddening news was reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The whole story goes somewhat like this "A good classmate offered to piggyback this boy who was physically handicapped (*he had this illness which resulted in him having brittle bones n being handicap). It happened to be raining on that day. The stairs became wet n slippery. So as the kind intention classmate was carrying that boy up the stairs, he slipped n both fell. Having brittle bones, the boy suffered badly from than fall. He died upon reahing the hospital. So now the situation is that the parents of the boy who had died is suing the classmate who was piggybacking their son, for his neglience n the school for not having handicap faclities. The family of the handicap boy said that the sue the classmate is not bcos of the monetary compensation is just that they want an apology from that boy n that they felt that since tt classmate had volunteered to help their son up the stairs, he should have been more careful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;**what rubbish...no one can foresee such an accident or prevented it no matter how careful they r. Perhaps there is some truth tt the classmate can be more careful, like by getting another friend to be behind for support or smth. But come on lor, they r just secondary sch boys! Furthermore that classmate started off with kind intention to help, now such accident n death had happened, I am sure he is the most apologetic n gulity, how can the boy's family still blame him enitrely n even sue him?!! The then also sue the sch for not having handicap facilities as if there are those facilities in the first place the accident n the lost of their son wouldnt happen. But i wonder why r they doing all these complains n court cases now after something grave has happened? Why didnt they lodge the complains or requests when they son was still alive n schooling there??? It is right if they r complaining to highlight tt sch n public areas shd have more handicap facilities to prevent similar unfortunate events frm happening. But they claim tt they r doing so as they want an Apology for the death of their son! I guess they wont mind the monetary compensation which comes along too. It was also mentioned tt the father of the deceased boy didnt turn up till 50 mins later after the sch inform him of the fall of his son. The father had insisted on sending his son to hospital himself, otherwise the sch would have sent the boy there immediately. *I think the boy migth be able to survive if the sch had sent him to the hospital immediately instead of waiting for his father who came much later.* U cant really pinpoint anyone in particular for the blame of such ACCIDENT. People only see the problem after something bad has happen n blame others for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112706120292015764?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112706120292015764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112706120292015764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706120292015764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112706120292015764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/should-we-continue-to-lend-helping.html' title='Should we continue to lend a helping hand? An unlucky Samaritan...'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-112679299732372765</id><published>2005-09-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:03:17.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!--Hmmm--Oops--Argh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today is one of those days with many ups n downs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today was considered rather productive as i managed to sit down n read my notes for 4 hrs. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though i only finish reading thru 2 tutorials n 1/2 a set of MS2004 notes. Dead! I only work 1/2 a day n rest for the remaining 1/2..hee hee...Met Junyi n Junqin in the Nam lib today..what a small world...nah~ it is just the time of the sch yr again.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Me n hobbit decided to go out for dinner..a good dinner, to have sakae sushi at Choa Chu Kang Lot1..U might be wondering why travel all the way there to have sakae sushi..well tt's bcos Hobbit wanted to alter his pants at a shop there. Hahahas...We arranged to meet at 5pm at Boon Lay station control. Hobbit only managed to get there at 5.30pm..Not his fault. It was bcos the first 199 was ultra packed n he couldnt squeeze in. He waited n finally got on the 2nd 199 bus which came 20 mins later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hmmm... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Finally, we reached Lot1 for sushi dinner, hoping that there is the sakae sushi buffet dinner. When we were at the ground floor n looked up, we saw sakae sushi outlet at somewhere on the 2nd or 3rd level...Yeah!!! Food... I was beginning to walk towards the escalator but Hobbit stopped me n showed me the "way" to this hidden "secret" lift *which is actually the Firemen's Lift known to very few pple. The while we were waiting for the Lift, i was reading aloud the sign on the wall. It says "Not for passenger service". Hobbit immediately Hushhh...me. I wondered why. Then when i look behind me, there was a security guard..Ohhhh icic. The security guard followed us into the lift to the 5th floor. We came out at the 5th floor. Hobbit realised we were at the cinema level: the wrong floor. So we took the escalator down one floor. The at the 4th floor we saw "Sakae Sushi" outlet! yeah...We asked n the waiter said tt there isnt at dinner buffet. It okie since we r here, so we went in for the ala carte... Then i realised there is smth differnt abt this "Sakae Sushi" outlet..it seems to be more oriental then the other outlets, the plates on the conveyor belt r of differnt colours too, so is the menu n the tea bag..then upon closer look at the name of the outlet on the menu. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oops!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It reads "Suki Sushi" instead of Sakae sushi..Shit! We cant leave, since we r seated n served with our drinks. We thot tt we had saw the "Sakae sushi" outlet wrongly frm the ground floor...The sushi were far frm those serve in Sakae sushi, worst off!!! Their ramen didnt even use the thin ramen, they seemed to be using the chinese yellow noodle just slighter thinner. Their sushi r made slightly small. Dont know if I am biased anot...just feel tt the food they serve arent as good as those frm Sakae sushi, but we r paying the same price for almost everything. The layout of the shop is similar to tt of Sakae...Was "conned" to enter the shop..."Black shop" aka "hei dian".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;We finished our dinner quickly, didnt really eat much as the food isnt very tasty...it is either too salty, sour or yucky. As we were walking ard..down each level. Horror striked. There is REALLY a Sakae Sushi Outlet in Lot1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well...what is eaten cant be un-eaten. &gt;.&lt;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112679299732372765?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112679299732372765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112679299732372765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112679299732372765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112679299732372765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah-hmmm-oops-argh.html' title='Yeah!--Hmmm--Oops--Argh!!!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-112676573629506820</id><published>2005-09-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T14:28:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when i have a valid reason to spend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today I was supposed to return to the Eastern civilization to give tuition (working towards my hard to earn 1st $150. sadly i am only 1/2 way thru the 4 lessons. *sobz*) My tuition kid has cancelled last sunday lesson as she was down with a bad sore throat n fever. Okie valid reason... ... i am not annoyed if she has to reschedule the timings but she tends to say it rather last min like at (1st time) 10am when the tuition is at 11am same day--&gt;cancelled. (2nd time) 11.30pm previous night when tuition is tmr 11am--&gt;changed to next wed at 4pm. (3rd time) she called at 1.30pm to say tt she still isnt feeling well; i was already on the east bound train frm NTU at Bouna Vista...okie what shd i do then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; i called my mum to inform her abt the sudden cancellation. In the end i met my mum at Bugis for lunch then we head to OG bugis aka "Old Girls" as it is once again the time of the yr for OG cardholder to change their discount card. She has to shop over $75 to be eligible for a new card. This is where the "valid" reason comes into picture! yeah~ We walked at the same level (level 2--women's section) for 4 hrs, we kept going in circles! Mainly with me tagging behind my mum. Majority of the purchase is greatly contributed by my mum, she made it sound like she is buying solely to mark up the total purchase to &gt;$75...White lie! When we finally left tt level, i went to the shoes section at level 1. Hoping to see if i can buy a pair of lady shoes (which i have been saying tt i want to get for almost a yr).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After much consideration n trying on n taking off, i sort of found one pair i fancy more... Before we could ask for the right size to try, my dad called to say tt he has reached. **my dad was nearby so he offered to pick us up. In one way it is gd, cos we wont have to go public...but...he came at the WRONG moment** Once again i left another shopping trip w/o buying my lady shoes/slippers. Looking on the positive side of things...at least i got a free ride back to hall + new cardigan &amp;amp; top + paid dinner. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112676573629506820?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112676573629506820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112676573629506820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112676573629506820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112676573629506820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-it-when-i-have-valid-reason-to.html' title='I love it when i have a valid reason to spend...'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-112663117551647859</id><published>2005-09-13T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:07:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SomeThing oUt of NothiNg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Went to JB today...with Hobbit...to mark the start of term break. Yippee... Dont really have the great anxiety which i have when i first went there with hobbit too. ^_^...As usual our first stop at City Center Shopping Mall is Factory Outlet Store where there is lots of factory rejected goods at good bargins...Went there specially to get my paul frank tops. Sadly there's isnt any nice designs of paul frank this time round...But i got 2 tops with fanciful monkeys designs with shimmering glither...not paul frank though.. But the designs are unique. Cost $26.90 ringgit, which is roughly S$13. i got a boxer for my brother. Cheekily got him one with red lobster prints all over the boxer. hahas...asked hobbit if he will wear if i am getting for him n he replied with a immediate NO.. Well i personally feel tt the lobster prints boxer isnt as bad as a pink hello kitty boxer, right?? It's cute. Well didnt stayed as long as the previous time or bought as many things from tt shop as before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We went for a snack as i got hungry again..hee hee... went to mac donalds n ordered a chicken fold over. Their chicken fold over is much BIGGER than ours. And their prata foldover is made crispier unlike ours which is plain looking, thick n soft. The chicken foldover sold there is simply delicious. 2 thumbs up! Their fries is salter **yummy in my point of view, can clog up my vessels faster.. hahahas** They have free flow of pepper n salt to further season ur food n ketchup n chilli too.. Ketchup+Pepper+fries=Yummy U can really taste Lemon in their ice Lemon tea..i like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Soon after the heavy snack, we went for a movie. was hopping to watch The Myth, but it isnt out yet, not even in spore..In the end we watched Red Eye.. a thriller/suspense movie. Each movie tix costs only 9 ringgit..it is the same as in spore, but if u take into consideration the exchange rate, it is half times cheaper!!! cool~ When we went in for the movie, Ms piggy me, bought a 12oz popcorn n small soft drink...One thing which i prefer spore's than there is the service. The service here is still better...well i think if i were to compare with Japan, we might lose. hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;After the movie, we continued with our shopping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then around 6pm, we took a cab down to Taman Pasar (which means Garden Market) for seafood dinner. All the cabby here doesnt operate on meter. so u have to bargain n set the price before hopping in. It cost ard 6-7 ringgit to get there. Dinner was cheap, delicious n filling.. Burp! We had chilli stired fried Clams (Da tou), fired Baby squids, sambal sting ray, stired fried baby kailan with garlic and a super super duper big jar of sugar cane juice (which cost only 3.50 ringgit) The whole seafood dinner only cost 57 ringgit... it was a pity i couldnt eat much at dinner cos i was pigging our at Mac n in the movie be4 dinner. It was a Great trip nonetheless...esp going there with dar dar!!! hee hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112663117551647859?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112663117551647859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112663117551647859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112663117551647859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112663117551647859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-out-of-nothing.html' title='SomeThing oUt of NothiNg'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-112290289949179170</id><published>2005-08-01T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:28:21.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary--all in a day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Dont know what's up with me nowaday..i am not really in the "tell you everything mood" or maybe the reason why i don't talk much is because of all the pressure since school starts...i have been paying much more attention during lecture than what i did in the past semesters. However, I am still experiencing those "lost, dont understand" situation. Oh well~ Have to work hard to achieve better grades to be able to go for GIP in either semester 2 of in yr3... It's just isnt fair, all those smarty ass who always excel in their studies get all the benefits like sponsorship for oversea exchange, scholarships, research experience, etc. Those luckly souls just get more chances to learn more n do even better. But the rest of us who arent that bright,  simply have to resgin to fate n lack behind them. It's like the rich gets richer n the poor gets poorer...Secondly is  the Additional stress from this massive Source who is being all of a sudden v. Gan Chiong...n uptight about studies. It is a good thing to have a friend so concern abt studies but still too much of something isnt good. Hey relax pal...keep putting on ur mind all the additional of scores or the fantastic grades of others will only make u depress n ur life even more miserable. It do u any good if u have depression wif ur brows tightly crossed all the time; things might backfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;{to HobBit}Ever since sch start, everything is about lec, tutorials n subjects. There isnt anything interesting or worth mention except for all the gossips or romantic things happening on others. I didnt want to bored u with all the black n white stuff abt sch when u also have ur own to trouble. I dont know why too but at times I simply just wan to enjoy ur company in moments of "silence"...holding on to ur hand, looking at the moving scenery. Simply just enjoying ur presence. If i do have any problems, happenings or feelings, i will definitely share it with u, which I did. Instead of always (lately) asking me "why am I not talking to you" in a too direct way, perhaps you can start off by telling me something on ur side. Not necessary having me to talk all the time. After you ask me "why..." i will be in a deep thot thinking of smthing to say or questioning myself too "why...", therefore explaining my expressionless or gloomy expression. It can also be explained by the example of a hyper active, chatty person. Well, one cant go n doing all the talking or beaming bright all the time, once in a while he/she will tone down slightly to take a break or recharge. **this does not necessary mean that there's smth wrong wif he/she** I understand that you r concern but all the continuous questioning seems to be pushing me n forcing me to think of something to say on the spot. It can be strangling at times. I hope you do understand n not take it too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I also feeling the pressure from u when u r over encouraging me to be proactive. It is true that i did say to u that i wan to lead a more active sch year n in hall. Thanks for all ur suggestions n advices...it can be too overwhelming when u try to impose them strongly on me at a go. For example of ur strong disapproval of me having dinner alone..when u arent free to join me for it. It isnt such a bad pathetic thing to dine alone. I would simply buy back n eat in my room, surfing the net or watching shows...It's also a private moment for me to relax, organise my thoughts n what went on lately. Be it true that humans r social creatures but I strongly feel that everyone needs to have some private moments alone once in a while, to organise ur "inner life". I truly enjoy such private moment, but I would also not do it all the time when I am able to get friends or u to have my meals with. I still love all ur companies more. &lt;hahahas&gt; If i dun, i would not stay back in sch after my lessons for more than an hour (at the benches under the blazing evening sun) to wait for u, just to see u n take the bus ride back with u. I also dun know wat's wrong with me, which according to u, I dun seems to be my usual self. Perhaps it might be partially due to the fact that i want to try to be more active in hall n join other activities. U know that it takes a lot of courage to step out of ur familiar surrounding n comfort zones to meet new strangers. At least to me, it is not a simple easy task. All the welcome teas, recuitment drives n interviews i plan to attend is nerve racking! &lt;hahahas..okie&gt; ~end~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hee hee...feel so much better listing the possibilities down. Return back to hall around 6.20pm n did my laundry. hahas..So into clean clothings n bedsheets now. Fang Hui said tt i am like a "Xi Yi Po" now. &gt;.&lt;" Oh ya pplez..i bought a new cover for my quilt..hee hee it has elephants, lions, dragronflies...basically a cartoon zoo pic with lotsa BRIGHT colours. Hee hee..Rather kiddish. bUt i liKe it...muaHahahahas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have been attempting to remove my toes nail polish i did it in Thailand, 5 weeks ago as i blogged. Used 5 pieces of nail polish remover soaked tissue paper just to remove the polish off my big toe nail. (juz one) The polish is really good, so hard to remove. It isnt a gd thing now tt i really have to remove it cos my nails r rotten under that thick layer of paint n that it is chipping badly. *bleh!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112290289949179170?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112290289949179170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112290289949179170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112290289949179170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112290289949179170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/08/diary-all-in-day.html' title='Diary--all in a day~'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-112240273040036058</id><published>2005-07-27T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:35:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A non-singing just munching KTV session</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Just came back from KTV wif my foc OG...left early wif fangz n nadya...left early bcos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) i was stoning..didnt really see any purpose in staying when my crapping or conversation buddy has left(fangz)...felt weird now n then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2)didnt sing with mic then whole night, not intending too too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;3)was sitted at a far concern wif fangz n dex...felt tt we were cut off frm the rest, did even have a gd view of the big tv screen...kept looking at the tv frm the side of it..gave me a headach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;4)didnt have the MOOD tonight to mingle wif the rest. cos i will never be left out(usual)if i dun wan to...i will try to squeeze myself into conversation if i wan too. just wasnt in the mood tonight. like wat fangz said maybe is bcos we r tired...&lt;br /&gt;moody might be due to the fact tt i am not into singing esp not in front of this big grp of pple..enjoyed myself much more at the previous ktv outing, fewer pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5)the grp was too big, all cramped into a box rm..there were abt 15++pple..but then it will be weird n not-bonding to have 2 rooms...u have to wait ages to get to sing the song u choose... then it takes lots of courage to sing in front of a big fairly new crowd. i prefer smaller grp... ... so i can mingle n talk to...but it wont be the case if the smaller grp consist of pple i cant click wif... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;6)lastly singing is not my cup of tea...i only do sing-along. went to give pple face n for friends. sigh~ i should learn to think for myself the next time round...can save some $$ too. pretty broke now wif all these social obligations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PiGgiNg oUt SesSiOn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh ya...the chips n nuts provided there at Kytes were pretty good...the chips tasted like calibee ones..hee hee...the Honey drink:not too bad, not diluted, strong taste of honey...hee hee...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-112240273040036058?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/112240273040036058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=112240273040036058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112240273040036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/112240273040036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/07/non-singing-just-munching-ktv-session.html' title='A non-singing just munching KTV session'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-111850923027454917</id><published>2005-06-12T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T01:01:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my blog back!!! Yipee!!!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, i would like to thank Fangz for fixing my spoilt blog template which she has sacrified her whole night sleep to do. Well partially is also because she doesnt want to zZz... Nonetheless, i still want to thank her for doing such a good job restoring it. Well she is the expert in maintaining Blog. Look at how frequently lately she has changed her blog to even better blogskins(each time). I am so shagged out now...feeling like a walking zombie. Just came back frm senior camp 2nd long day of activities...The worst thingS are tt my feet feel swollen...the sole seems to have rubbed against my slippers so much tt its sole has grown ten times thicker...n my bones r on the edge of breaking into Lego-like pieces..Shagged*(those i know it is technically not an appropriate word to use here...but i am just too shagged to think) i can sleep yet, those i very much would love to collapse onto my bed. I have to wait for fangz to rtn frm her meeting...yes, after such a long tiring day, she still have meeting/lengthy debrief. Sighz...pOor ger...well me too. okie my vision of the computer screen is getting blurred...shall write more nxt time round. have so many things, feelings n thoughts to pen down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111850923027454917?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111850923027454917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111850923027454917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111850923027454917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111850923027454917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-got-my-blog-back-yipee.html' title='I got my blog back!!! Yipee!!!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-111789800732081143</id><published>2005-06-04T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:13:57.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your dating personality profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stylish&lt;/b&gt; - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sensual&lt;/b&gt; - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality. You know what you like and do not feel inhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traditional&lt;/b&gt; - Modern culture does not move you. You hold traditional values dear to your heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your date match profile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt; - You want someone compassionate, someone gentle and kind. A loving, nurturing person will fill that hole in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adventurous&lt;/b&gt; - You are looking for someone who is willing to try new things and experience life to its fullest. You need a companion who encourages you to take risks and do exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Athletic&lt;/b&gt; - You aren't looking for a couch potato. You seek someone who is active and who keeps his body in top shape.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Stylish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sensual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Traditional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Adventurous&lt;br /&gt;5. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;6. Athletic&lt;br /&gt;7. Liberal&lt;br /&gt;8. Big-Hearted&lt;br /&gt;9. Wealthy/Ambitious&lt;br /&gt;10. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="300"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 220px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Top Ten Match Traits&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Big-Hearted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Adventurous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Athletic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stylish&lt;br /&gt;5. Conservative&lt;br /&gt;6. Outgoing&lt;br /&gt;7. Traditional&lt;br /&gt;8. Romantic&lt;br /&gt;9. Practical&lt;br /&gt;10. Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Online &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Profile&lt;/a&gt; Quiz at &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; Diversions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111789800732081143?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111789800732081143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111789800732081143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111789800732081143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111789800732081143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/06/personality-test.html' title='Personality TEST'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111691056976487807</id><published>2005-05-24T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:56:09.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing to Night Safari</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Believe it anot, I went to the Night Safari one recent night wif my family. *Duh...* We went on Vesak Day. Cos my Mom was feeling bored n her usual self started to flip thru this book my bro bought recently-Places of Interest In Singapore. Actually if u give it a thot, we living in Singapore for almost 2 decades (for some pple even longer), there r many areas we still havent visited n yet we r always complaining S'pore is so small wif no place to go. In tt Book, it depicts many tourist attractions-chalets on the off-shore islands like St John, Kusu, Sentosa n even on main land. They even tell u how to get there by public transports...Okie perhaps i should do a bk review in my nxt entry..=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There is actually tis package tour available: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; to the zoo+night safari+bird park=$30/person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;but Bird park--nah!!! then by the time the remaining 3 of us in the household (my dad, bro n me) gave our half-hearted consent to go, it was already 2pm++, too late to visit the zoo..So in the end we went only to the Night Safari @ night. hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okie the place open at 7.30pm. We reached there at ard 7.45pm n it was already packed wif pple (tourists n tourists n locals). The admission tix costs $18 (w/o tram ride) n $24(w tram ride) for adults. Even though it was only 20 mins aft opening, there was already a long queue for the tram ride. It seems like everyone knows where to head to first. The tram ride lasted 45mins..took us one round the whole Safari. &lt;span&gt;It is mostly dark in the Safari n the areas they wan to show u animals or supposedly there's any animal to be seen, it will be shone by spotlights. So it is totally no need to scare urself that some animals might attack u frm the dark or straining ur eyes to spot for any creatures in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The most exciting encounter tt night was the walk thru the "Mangroove". It is actually a walk thru this huge cage *somewat like the bird cage in Jurassic Park II or III* Inside there there's birds n fruit bats. The bats r the scary ones...they like to fly by u closely, missing u by one inch. Dotz man. No wonder they say "as blind as bats". I saw this half a meter long cat--Golden Cat. It is like a bigger, longer version Garfield. Hahas...looks exactly like Garfield in Garfield Movie. Such nice fur it has. pUrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Next worth my mention is the Fishing cats..They r called Fishing Cats bcos they do fish for fishes in the man-made mini river in their enclosure. It is rather disappointing cos we stood by their enclosure for 2omins++ hoping to see some actions. All we got were false alarms frm 2 &lt;em&gt;hum chee (coward)&lt;/em&gt; cats which almost ended up in a cat fight over territory. Dotz! We walk n walk on all the trails n perspire most of my body fluid out. *yews* I was as sticky as 3M post-it. N super hungry when we left there at 11pm+. I havent had my dinner yet...(i only had 2 pratas+milo dinosaur the whole day). After leaving Night Safari, *finally* we went to have our dinner...somewhere...to hungry to rmb where's tt place. toking of which, i am feeling hungry again...Lunch time!!!! heehee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111691056976487807?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111691056976487807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111691056976487807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111691056976487807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111691056976487807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/05/outing-to-night-safari.html' title='Outing to Night Safari'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111475566314251465</id><published>2005-04-29T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:21:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PriNceSs's Believe It or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Today i went out with Hobbit after his paper(wednesday, 27 april)...We got soOoo tired after walking around for 2 hrs n decided to catch a movie. *exam period--too long never shop, no stamina liaoz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;After eliminating the limited choices we had, we decided to watch "Sahara"--an adventure movie genre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Guess it was still a week day+exam period+early in the day(4.15pm) the theater was pretty empty... Seeing tt the three Lovers' couches were empty, we sneaked up there to sit while just paying for the normal movie tix price. Heehee...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh man...the couch is so comfy n big. Lots of leg space. I could even rest my legs on the table in front like some big boss... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Twenty minutes or so into the show, this "not-so-young" couple came along n took the innermost couple seat...one couple seat away frm us cos we were at the outermost seat. tt couple were about late forties. Few minutes after they settled down, we started to hear smooching sounds. Oh my!!! I think they got high halfway shopping n this being a cheaper alternative than getting a hotel room. Tt uncle so cheapstake. &gt;.&lt;" The smooching sounds got louder then slowly die down...then cresendo...etc. Hobbit being Kpo went to check out what they were doing...He fake fake went forward to get the drink place on the cup holder n turn his head towards their direction..He saw tt the auntie's head was down at the uncle's there. *I dun have to spell out what service the Auntie was giving tt Uncle right* I was totally stunned...the first time i come across what pple do in the cinema... Gross!!!! I felt instantly tt the comfortable couple's seat is very dirty...Yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The next time when Hobbit check it out, by getting his drink, the old couple were lying down on the couch. The Uncle at the bottom n the Auntie on top. I wonder how they do anything. The couch is big n comfy but still much shorter that a human body. I asked Hobbit but he simply refuse to tell me clearly what he saw. Dotz...Well it is all up to our own imagination to picture it. The smooching sounds came obvious again. Auntie Uncle please be more considerate. U guys r more distracting than the Hp ringings or the glaring light lor... We din know if we should focus on the action in the adventure movie we paid to watch or the free live action movie next to us... Well following time Hobbit happened to turn in their direction, they have ended their "session". I think they too tired liao or perhaps they know tt their actions r being watched. Hahahahas...When the show ended (as in the real movie-Sahara), everyone was leaving the theater except tt couple. Out of curiosity, we turned to check out tt couple in the corner. That Auntie looked shagged. Hahahahahas...Drama!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111475566314251465?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111475566314251465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111475566314251465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111475566314251465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111475566314251465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/04/princesss-believe-it-or-not.html' title='PriNceSs&apos;s Believe It or Not'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-111475281700791157</id><published>2005-04-29T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:33:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend in the Block--"Tommy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;One day I was back in Hall mugging with Hobbit. It was a super duper humid n warm afternoon. *typical weather of Singapore weather nowadays* We were eating chilled cut fruits, sitting on the floor directly under the ceiling fan. *Wow...shiok!* From where we were sitting, we could see through the slit beneath the main door of my hostel room(all we could see were the shadows of passerby--their ankles). Then we start to noticed the shadows of someone crouching down outside my room. *wait let me swear a bit--Bloody idiot. the thot of him still makes my blood boils!* Once....twice...It seems as if this person is bending down to pick smth just right outside my door. We got wary n were focusing on the slit at the bottom of my door... That STUPID man actually had the guts to strike AGAIN! He peeped again. That was when we stared right at him peeking through the bottom slit of my room's door! He was crouching down, with his face close to the floor. I saw tt bloody idiot's pair of eyes through tt slit. The reason why i could see so much as in his crouching position n his eyes was bcos there was this strip of black tiles at bottom of my door. The smooth black tiles reflected part of his face. I doubt u guys understand wat I am saying. Shall move on... The third time he (as in Tommy) striked, we (as in me n Hobbit) were somewhat prepared. Upon seeing him peeped, Hobbit unlocked the door n Tommy immediately ran down the corridor. Hobbit actually wanted to run after Tommy (tt ass) but I pulled Hobbit back fearing tt that perverted ass might be armed. I am still curious till now. I wondered if tt perverted ass had wanted Hobbit to chase after him? I said so bcos tt ass was running away at slow speed n still turned back to see if we r chasing after him. There was no sense of urgency in his getaway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Description of tt Bloody Damn Perverted Ass:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Height: ~1.70m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Built: Slender body frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hairstyle: Flat top, crew cut, black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Complexion: Fair--know tt it will be evil for me to make this sweeping statement but me n Hobbit felt tt Tommy looks like an Ah Tong aka China man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tommy was wearing a light coloured short sleeves shirt, a baggy bermus--those Ah Pek type, black canvas shoes+white socks. We immediately went down to the hall office to make a report, Not tt they can do anything now tt Tommy had ran away. We even reported to the Campus Security who sent someone to take down my testimonial--actually is to ask me to write a report. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Frankly speaking i was badly shaken after that...i wasnt a brave daring girl to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That night I didnt stay in my Hall room. Hobbit didnt feel save to let me sleep in tt room. I also dun feel comfy sleeping in there too. That night my roomie-Bird stayed in tt room. I told her to ask her Boyfriend to come n keep her company for the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;GUESS WHAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; That Bloody damn ass Tommy came back in the night! I dun know if i should Thank God n Hobbit for not letting me sleep in tt room tt night or what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Around 12am+, one of my next door neighbour was leaving her room to go to her bf's room, which is 2 blocks away. As she stepped out of her room, she heard someone running down the stairs next to my room (my hall room is just right next to the stairs). Being told abt what i had encountered, she followed up to see who's tt. Oh my! Should i say she's brave or silly to have tailed tt man. *wat if he turned ard to attack her. luckily he din* According to my neighbour, tt man knew she was walking behind n slowed down,walked away acting innocent, constantly turning around to c if she is still following him. My neighbour followed him all the way to her bf's room. (my next door neighbours tried alerting us by banging super hard on our room's door but Bird's BF was deeply asleep n Bird was too afraid to get up to open the door...Dotz..Hahahas) Her description of tt man fitted mine of Tommy's. That pervert actually came back in the night. I wonder if he is a thief or a peeping tom?! A peeping tom attempting to peep in the middle of the night when it is all dark in the room! What can u see? So we thot he might be a thief, peeping under the door to see if anyone is in the room before breaking in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Many days after tt incident, that image of seeing Tommy's eyes peeping through the door still lingers on in my mind. Now whenever i climb back up to my room, i will be checking left n right at every landing for fear he might be hiding at some blindspot or crouching outside my room again. After many days, there was no sight of Tommy. Is it a good or bad thing. Good thing-he got too scared, know tt we r all alerted n ran away. Bad thing-he wont be caught, what he one day he got his guts back n strike again. *touch wood*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;**Actually i called tt pervert/peeping tom "Wu Meng Da" cos i thot he looks like the slimer version of this Hongkong Celebrity. Then Bird started calling him "Tom" (aka Peeping Tom). One of Hobbit lame ideas-to give it a more personal touch we decided to call him "Tommy".**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Thank you Hobbit for being there with me when Tommy striked n giving me sense of security after that.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111475281700791157?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111475281700791157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111475281700791157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111475281700791157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111475281700791157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-friend-in-block-tommy.html' title='New Friend in the Block--&quot;Tommy&quot;'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111246737032076226</id><published>2005-04-03T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T02:42:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another dead end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had a long chat with Hobbit. Found out quite some stuff abt him. I dont know to be happy or sad for myself. Hahas...*all the below statements r what i have collected frm my indirect/direct questionings. Hobbit said tt he is this helpful n friendly to all his friends or anyone who needs his help. He is those who r always ready to lend a helping hand. Then he also mentioned tt he is not ready to get into a relationship n has no intention for one anytime soon. To him I am one of his friend, not someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So i guessed i have been reading too deeply into guys' words (once again...i feel so foolish). Well at least he didnt lead me on too far. I can still pull back...N pull the "distance" between us apart. He commented in words tt i feel like a "sister" to him. Oh many those words can kill man~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont know if i should be happy or sad to have such a Friendly n Caring friend. But anyway Thanks for giving me 3 wondering mystical nights studying with u.&lt;br /&gt;*Fantasy n dreams have come to an end. Back to the crude cold reality-Exams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111246737032076226?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111246737032076226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111246737032076226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111246737032076226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111246737032076226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-dead-end.html' title='Another dead end'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-111236972599997423</id><published>2005-04-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:38:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of Heart Hard to Grasp~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wHy why...what does he (&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hobbit&lt;/span&gt;) mean...am i thinking too much. Perhaps he is just being friendly to study with me these past few days. Like as an elder brother...watching over me to make sure I study. He will walk with me to go n see the Prof, stood outside the rm waiting while I was inside. Will ask his friends for mosiquito coil burner/repellent when I complained being bitten by ferocious mosquitoes. He will just react to most of my remarks (except when I say i dun want to study). So confused. I dont like the feeling of being lost. He is very nice n friendly. When I said that I am feeling hungry, he will immediately offer to go n buy me some food. Then he will send me back to my hall after we ended our study for the day. People started noticing us hanging out(mainly all his friends), so they started "questioning or gossiping" (tt's wat he speculated). I wonder if he is affected or afraid of the brewing gossips...(of being seen with me). I wonder~~ But does he offer the same help to other girls too?? I wonder...cant write further..Laptop invaded by Trojan..I need to organise my thoughts..too many things has happened. Exam stress, allegied to Exams. Just certified by the doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111236972599997423?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111236972599997423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111236972599997423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111236972599997423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111236972599997423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/04/matters-of-heart-hard-to-grasp.html' title='Matters of Heart Hard to Grasp~'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111150415958337286</id><published>2005-03-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T23:09:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chains Of Marketing Finally Broken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Freedom at last! Today did the final presentation for the marketing plan presentation. I was really freaking out before my group's turn...My hands felt icy cold, even though i was wearing a long sleeves blouse. oH i must drift away n add that i got that white base strip blouse from G2000. It looks stylish, add the "Pro" feel to the wearer. hahas that will be me! I was expecting comments like, "Hey you look so beautiful, elegant, demure...". But the only comment I got was from Yourries, one of my marketing grp members saying, "Hey Winnie you look very manly in this." I really wondered if i should take that as a complement or an insult. I was too preoccupied then to kill him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;To calm my nerves and to wet my throat before my grp's turn to present, I kept drinking n drinking...The expected happened. My urge to pee came just as the previous group ended their presentation. Damned* What to do~ I when ahead with the presentation with Deep (another mkting grp member...only two of us presenting due to the 15mins time limit) with a full bladder, cold tight clench fists, blank mind, dry throat and a retarded tongue. But me and Deep managed to struggle through the presentation. The worst thing was to face the trashing from this IRRITATING "Problem Kid" in class who pays great attention to all the project presentations JUST to locate the doubtful loopholes to arm himself with questions to SHOOT! *pOo him lah!* Well being the usual me, I showed him an obvious psst and black look. That Problem kid must have had so many questions in his mind as he failed to notice the dirty looks (from me is "U better shut the F*cK up otherwise I will make sure u wont make it out of class" look) every presenters and continued his "ATTACKs". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Know what tt kid did, he actually had the guts to raise his hand when the tutor asked who will not invest in our marketing plan!!! *aSshOle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well I feel that his whole group is somewhat like him. Putting other group down in front of the tutors who were grading us. They fear that the lecturers overlooked the doubtful areas and award us more points than what we rightfully deserved is it?! *pOo them* I think the whole "Problematic" group sensed all the hatred targeting at them n decided to be the last to leave the class. LOLx...nah~think too much.~ Bet they were discussing pointers to improve they presentation. K.S! (u see the whole marketing tutorial has 6 grps. Today only the first 3 grp presented). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;But anyway marketing is finally over for me. I did my best with not much regrets. Though I regret not bashing that Problem Kid up. *Anyone know where to hire pple to teach someone a lesson?* Just hope the grades dont be too low..."Please!!! I will be a good girl n tell my group members not to beat that ass up if u can just give us an A. Otherwise that kid will suffer... Thank you!" hahas~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111150415958337286?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111150415958337286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111150415958337286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111150415958337286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111150415958337286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/chains-of-marketing-finally-broken.html' title='Chains Of Marketing Finally Broken!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111105662728679821</id><published>2005-03-17T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T18:53:47.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter embarrassment!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I appeared to be a complete fool once again. It is my language handicap. This is the second time I made this blunder in front of Doug (whom I used to have some feelings for). Although the feeling is no longer there, but I can’t help but feel somewhat affected by his HUGE reaction. My crippled tongue and retarded brain cannot pronounce and enunciate many words. Well this unsightly side of my handicap is a norm to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; and Creamy. Now even Doug is getting an insight to it. Today I mispronounced “urn”. When he finally got what I meant to say, he was practically laughing his head off. He laughed so hard that he fell and sat on the ground by the road! I did not find it that hilarious. Well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; had a great time laughing and toning her tummy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I cannot believe it, I have made a big fool of myself in front of him again. OMG! This is so humiliating especially since he is more or less an English language and public speaking expert. I read an article from a women’s magazine saying that guys enjoy seeing the girl they fancy making some silly mistakes as they find it cute when that happens. However, I don’t think I was any tinny bit cute just now! *sObz* How am I going to face him tomorrow?! Maybe he won't attend school tomorrow. *Hopefully* He would most probably forget about the whole mortifying incident over the weekends. *Cross my finger and pray hard* Why…why am I making so many language and pronunciation blunders lately?? Of all people, must be in front of him!!! I should just zip up my mouth man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111105662728679821?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111105662728679821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111105662728679821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111105662728679821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111105662728679821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/utter-embarrassment.html' title='Utter embarrassment!!!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111105430986072103</id><published>2005-03-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T18:57:38.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lock in mY liFe hAs beEn OpeNed *~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I had gathered all my courage to send an e-mail to this guy from my past. We did not have any form of communication or interaction for a year plus. To think that when you really set your mind and heart not to bump into that person, be it in small island Singapore or the fact that you are staying near to each other, it can be achieved. Proven! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Some ugly things had happened between me and this guy. I felt that there were still some unsettled things dangling somewhere out there. It has been a regret and knot in my heart for me to lose a friend because of a situation like that. I find it very hard to find a friend who understands and accepted me for who I really am. The most important thing is that I have learnt a lot from him. I think we learnt a lot from each other. Dreams were made and shared. He gave me the courage to try new things, to understand and interpret issues from different perspectives. He made me feel better about myself, gained confidence in what I do and to be more independent. However, there were also many emotional pain and wounds inflicted along the way, especially towards the end. The worst and final blow came one particular night when all my beliefs and trust were taken away instantly by the same person who had given me them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;My life ...didnt fall into a bottomless pit. I live my life as per normal, on the outside. Tried to be "fine &amp; strong" for my my mom who was badly shaken by my reaction that night. lolx. Actually I was not really feeling that well. People always say that time heals all wounds. But I would say that time will let you learn to live and endure the pain of the wounds, making you a stronger person than before. These emotional wounds would always be there, somewhere, to remind you of some important stuff. That's what I personally think. Have to thank those who were there for me...my girlfriends especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I sent that mail with a very heavy heart wondering if it will have a positive reply. Thank god it had. I have "earned" a friend back. All the unsettled stuff has come to a beautiful ending. The end is the beginning of something new. Let's hope there's no ending to this friendship, at least not another 20 years down the road. Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111105430986072103?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111105430986072103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111105430986072103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111105430986072103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111105430986072103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/lock-in-my-life-has-been-opened.html' title='A Lock in mY liFe hAs beEn OpeNed *~'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111003819162270221</id><published>2005-03-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:17:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EmOtiOnaL Side oF mE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today I went to send my cousin off at the airport. He is returning to Sydney. I did not know what to say.. I planned to say “Take care” and “See you soon”. But all I could manage was just a silent wave. I felt tears building up at my throat. I held it back. I could see unwillingness in his eyes to part with us, especially with his folks. He insisted on staying with us till it was “Last call” for his flight and left only after our strong urge for him to enter the gate. It was most hurting for my aunt to send her son, my cousin off. After my cousin went in the boarding gates, we didn’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;leave immediately. We walked towards the T.V showing the departing flight schedules. She kept her eyes fixed on my cousin’s flight “2000-Quantas-Sydney-Q6-Last call”. I guess her heart will only settle down more or less after my cousin call back to tell her he has arrived at Sydney safely. She didn’t cry out or show her sad emotions openly. My aunt is a strong lady I have to say. Her eyes look slightly teary, she managed a weak smile and tried to join in other relatives’ conversation but with her eyes still fixed on the flight schedule…I will see my cousin again this November. ^_^ Till then…Miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I wonder what I will feel and react when my brother left to study in NSW next year???&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know I can get this sentimental…hahas…I am a girl after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111003819162270221?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111003819162270221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111003819162270221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111003819162270221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111003819162270221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/emotional-side-of-me.html' title='EmOtiOnaL Side oF mE'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-111003806786320279</id><published>2005-03-05T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:54:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe oF a Caged Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Don’t control me for you are just making me struggle more. Even if it causes my wings to tear to break free, I will do so. Let me fly free for I look more beautiful and fly more gracefully in the open. Set me free…I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-111003806786320279?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/111003806786320279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=111003806786320279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111003806786320279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/111003806786320279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/03/life-of-caged-butterfly.html' title='LiFe oF a Caged Butterfly'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110943655892979015</id><published>2005-02-27T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:01:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Search Party for My sUnRisE temporaily suspended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;oKie...with my crush on Doug having both its feet in the coffin (dead), this time round there's no "follow-up". You see previously when i stopping like Boxers, I was falling for Doug. Hence, there is no one on my "crush" list currently. Here I am with my mind and heart wondering around aimlessly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I feel like a inmature little girl still talking about crushes, eye-candy or infatuations. Time to grow up n get serious...**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;There's one thing about Doug which I simply cant stand. It is his arrogance. He is born with a golden spoon n voiced out that he doesnt understand why we pathetic students r slaving out bums ard just to canvass in those pitiful amt when he can easily fork out $6K for us if he wants to. N tt he once lent his friend $10K n haven't gotten it back...wOw impressive that he has 10K to lent n tt he is a friend indeed to be willing to fork out such a huge sum to help his friend. Well I just hope he isn't tt...erm...dumb n not ask his friend at least some of his or his folks hard-earn $$ back. He is always making empty boosting statements but never once see him taking the $ out. He would keep quiet or "drift" away when I challenge him to donate some $$ to the sch's club. Hahas... Another thing is tt he always thinks tt i am too slow n dumb to understand wat he has said. I have to admit tt many a times I dont really understand wat he is saying but "Hey! u can try explaining to me...U r not tt great urself if u cant explain clearly ur thots to me.." *Bleah! :p* Hahas! Doug is not tt darn pain in the butt, he does try explaining when we/I ask him to...But he still prefers to leave things half-said...Ambiguous--Like that part abt his sUnriSe-s...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~I am struggling with MY LAB report!!! DonT KNOW hoW and Where to Start! So frustrating!!! I Hate Myself...Then there's this Eff cOm ProJect n Marketing Projects waiting for me to commence n complete...So Many Things But only One Pathetic Dumb brain to work them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Feeling of incompetence makes me VERY irritable!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110943655892979015?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110943655892979015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110943655892979015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110943655892979015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110943655892979015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/search-party-for-my-sunrise-temporaily.html' title='Search Party for My sUnRisE temporaily suspended'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110918384208662931</id><published>2005-02-24T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:38:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little PriNceSs's siLLy BeLieF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,153)"&gt;Lately been under some stress and start to think a bit deeply into certain things. One thing which I have been pondering a lot lately is my feelings towards Doug. "Do I really like him for who he really is or just his external style?" After listing out most of the thoughts, I am more towards the 2nd liking. You see, Doug is stylish, attractive, is well-dressed, witty, intelligent, lead an exciting night life, has a big group of friends to frequently hang out with, etc. He possesses all these traits which I have been dying to possess too. His overall outside life seems so much more fulfilling and exciting than mine. So perhaps my "likings" for him arising from my desire to have some connection to all these "desirable-hip" qualities. *sUpeRfiCial right?* On the other hand, I did feel a few emotional connections with him, when he showed his subtle concern and gentlemanly actions. Those were the sweet tingling short rare moments. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Today I went to try out this yahoo horoscope compatibility between Aquarius &amp; Scorpio. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;(for fun. hehe!)&lt;/span&gt; Here's a summary of the report: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;When Scorpio and Aquarius make a love match, it is a fusion of two very different life philosophies and many very different needs. There is much chance for friction here. This pair may seem to have very little in common, but they both have such strong wills that, when focused on their relationship, can get them what they need and want. Both Scorpio and Aquarius can be uncooperative and opinionated: They like things to go their way, no questions asked! For this love match, though, 'their ways' are very dissimilar. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;**This sounds bad...**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;These love mates have trouble understanding one another's origin of thought. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;**true! true!**&lt;/span&gt;Confrontations arise is Scorpio's possessiveness gets the better of them or if Aquarius seems too cool and flippant and denies Scorpio emotional reassurance. Both need to learn that they view the world in different ways and they should celebrate and laugh at their differences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Once they have made up their minds that they are good mates for one another, they will never be discouraged from maintaining the relationship. But they may have such contradictory approaches to life that their relationship gets more difficult than it is pleasurable. If they believe in the value of the relationship, they will be able to overcome differences. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;**That's tough**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;**the Only positive thing mentioned**&lt;/span&gt;The best thing about the Scorpio-Aquarius relationship? Their capacity for success in their synergy. Both Signs have very powerful personalities, so neither will openly dominate the other. Once they can appreciate their differences, come together and agree on their individual roles within the relationship, the results can be intensely gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;PriNceSs royal conclusion: Hmm...I personally forsee lots of conflict too...It is either he cause me to die of curiosity/confusion n doubts or I suffocate him with my possessiveness n questioning. LOLx...&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;**laughing on the outside while trying hard to swallow back my tears**&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Will it be possible to maintain friendship with him? Okie have to work on that too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;~Guess this was why my previous one ended. Due to my inexperience or my Scorpio nature??~&lt;/span&gt;&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/10553259-110918384208662931?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110918384208662931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110918384208662931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110918384208662931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110918384208662931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/little-princesss-silly-belief.html' title='Little PriNceSs&apos;s siLLy BeLieF'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110907879828818377</id><published>2005-02-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:12:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE sEeds oF rEgRets wHicH I've pLaNtEd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;This term break doesnt seems to be a term break after all, considering the fact that i have to be in school on all 5 days!!! Well the only good thing about this break is that there's no lessons to attend but then this is then outweighed by the amount of projects &amp; tutorials I have to clear n tests which I have to mug for. I am still resting on them though. There's this strong initial force preventing me from starting on them. Guess this is aka as "sLaCkIng". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There’s this doomsday device to my studies -- the MSN. It is not that I am addicted to chatting online, but I having been “parking” myself online waiting for him. Hope that one day he will take the initiative to talk to me (as in really chit chat for hr long). At times, just by clicking on his msn window to look at his pic or a simple short Q&amp;A session with him can brighten up my day. I guess seeing him online is the only avenue I can connect with him. (Ha! Ha! “connect” has dual meaning here. Only the lame n smart ones will get it. :D) Every time I chat with him (mainly me asking him questions n he answering), I found out more things about him. *I am not the pervy weirdo who goes ard digging out other’s info k…simply interested in know more abt him being a concerned buddy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to all my friends out there, esp those I havent been much in touch with lately. My deepest regret. Here's one going out to you guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Friends will come and friends will go,&lt;br /&gt;The seasons change and it will show,&lt;br /&gt;I will age and so will you,&lt;br /&gt;But our friendship stays, strong and true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110907879828818377?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110907879828818377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110907879828818377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110907879828818377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110907879828818377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/seeds-of-regrets-which-ive-planted.html' title='ThE sEeds oF rEgRets wHicH I&apos;ve pLaNtEd'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110897752980841133</id><published>2005-02-22T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:18:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PssT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Damned it is another of those super f**k up day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My frustration came frm this irritating bunch of pple whom i happening to be "working" for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know joyly well that i am lousy, told u guys beforehand but u didnt want to believe me. Just becos there's no other option doesnt mean u can treat my offer to help as worthless trash k! Then always throwing me with last minute stuff. "Do it urself! Dont come n disturb me, I am busy now!!!" tone. I know u r Pek chei...but so wat, like i give a damn like tat. It doesnt mean u can vent ur anger on me just bcos i am working under u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then there's this girl whom i all along thot tt she is the Angel among the Devils: nice, friendly n easy going. But she is getting this growing "ya-ya-ness" in her. Hey girl just becos u have someone big backing u, giving u important assignment, doesnt mean u can throw ur weight ard n be such an a**. Take care man! One day u really psst me off n step on my tail i will not care who's backing u n Fight Back! This world is so co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rrupted. Favouritism is shown everywhere n people r Curry Favouring others' ass-es. Hey wat's all ur problem, show some backbone can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then today Doug is having his evil, cold, aloof, heck care attitude. Maybe one day when i tell Doug that i like him, it might not be the hope to start a relationship with him but to put to an end on my liking for him.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~It is Better to be Loved than to Love!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;How long more shd we put up with such sh*t and fight back. Show them we r not nice to mess with. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110897752980841133?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110897752980841133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110897752980841133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110897752980841133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110897752980841133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/psst.html' title='PssT!!!'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-110883791564506250</id><published>2005-02-20T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:29:34.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShAkE yA bOm BoMs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was a packed but totally unproductive day…I simply slack through the whole 1st half of the day.&lt;br /&gt;When for the rehearsal…I didn’t do anything except slack around, chit chat…Then when I was finally listening n paying attention to the rehearsal, I noticed a lot of problems, doubtful parts and potential problems. So I turned to the most free but act busy, next big shot, Bird Nest…to tell him some of my suggestions…He took them in then bring up to the lec/ Big One. My club is SO effective n efficient that all the suggestions n problems raised are noted, acknowledged or at least listened but only some are looked into and even fewer changes r being made in the 2nd rehearsal. I wonder why~*roll my eyes* My suggestions are simply not heard, I just can tok to these pple. I felt n was said to be thinking too much. ~SiaNz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;There’s nothing much to say abt the rehearsal cos nothing was done on my part. My duties r all background works. Let me say smth I encountered which is super damn gross. I was sitting next to bird nest…(we were settling some mc stuff for edu day). He was resting his feet on the chair in front in the LT. Previously he was wearing a sandals so by right shdn’t have any smell when he took off the sandals, since the feet is already being aired. But NO I smelled stink moist feet smell. But out of politeness, I kept my peace n turned my head away. I am a smell-ist, sensitive to smells. But I know tt sometimes such smell just happened due to the ultra warm n humid weather in spore, esp lately. So I endured. This is not the worst…He kept shifting in his&lt;/span&gt; chair n farting all the small farts…n Burping… I was like OMG out loud in my head. I wonder why pple can commit such “crimes” n still act normal like nothing has happen. Well if he had only farted once, I will not make such a big fuss cos I do understand tt at times fart do come out accidently…I think he released in total abt 10 farts…I doubt they smell cos all I could smell was just his “moist” feet…*yews*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Then later in the evening, I went for CGL’s dance performance. It was Good…hmmm…out of ten I give 7.8 bah..this being my the first dance performance I went for. i noticed smth there…that is tt there’s a difference between NTU and NUS dance guys.. well NUS dance guys all have the style, body built n face (mostly good). However, these qualities can only be found in few NTU modern dance guys. The rest either possess one or two +ve features or …even Doug agrees with me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Uncle was at the dance too. His girlfriend came too. She is really Pretty, those doll up prettiness with figures. Uncle was so DAO didn’t even say hi or intro his gf when he reached. Anyway I also cant be bothered to look at him. The way we behaved when we meet/bumped into each other is so distance…like avoidance. No one will be able to tell we do chat online as friends.. I wonder why he reacted different. *psst Paris…just in case u r thinking…I am not a “kept” person k*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I am too sleepy to carry on. I shall enter the part abt my short journey with Doug another day. More about Doug (again) coming soon. Hahas…~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110883791564506250?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110883791564506250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110883791564506250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110883791564506250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110883791564506250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/shake-ya-bom-boms.html' title='ShAkE yA bOm BoMs'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110856908493805827</id><published>2005-02-17T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:06:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~aN eVentFuL fUn dAy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeling a tiny bit of fear &amp; guilt now…I didn’t go for marketing lecture today again. Well tis time is slightly different, I pon marketing lec cos I have to go n do the effective com proj which is due tmr… heehee…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;After cine lec, we (me, Paris, Doug &amp; GT) went to have lunch at JP=)&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;let me explain be4 moving on : the “special someone” has become "Doug". This name given by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went Fiesta to eat…The food served there was below standard!!! The service there: average. The only catchy point (to the guys) is that they employed a few kawaii waitresses. The sushi n bentos there taste low average. Most turn off factor is the presentation of the food. The sushi I ordered looked awful…not well rolled n didn’t taste very fresh too. Perhaps those sushi has been traveling on the conveyor belt for too long. *doTz*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I felt that’s something weird abt GT. He seems to behave differently every time I meet him…Sometimes he is gentlemanly(offer help to the ladies), friendly (talks to you or smiles at you). Then there are times when he is sarcastic, mean and rude. Mood swings? Jealousy? Don’t like my presence? Being fake? Superficial? ~I don’t know~ too sleepy to analyze such chim complex “man’s mind”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Then after lunch the 3 of us (me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; n Doug) went to Doug’s hse to do our proj. Met Doug’s dog –Boy…which is so adorable!!! So quiet, gentle n approachable..unlike it’s owner—Doug who is cold, dao, unapproachable, unappreciative n insensitive when he is being his EviL self. Doug is opening up more to us lately, which is a good thing. =o) However, he still likes to say things halfway. Leaving the other half dangling in his mind or elsewhere, just not told to us. Just we are still not tat close to him YET bah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s smth I wan to say…it’s related to Doug &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have straighten my thoughts n feelings…obtained enlightenment! *ching* Well today when we were doing project, I felt this “buddy” feeling with Doug. It is more relax to be buddy buddy with him…Not tt many strings attached as before. I have been feeling smth for Doug since last yr Oct. A long Crush/ one-sided love right..heehee…I concluded that to Doug I am at most a buddy or friend at this moment. Well u see Doug has mostly interaction with guys/ guys friends mostly. So perhaps he is not used to having female friends. I was once like him when I went frm sec to JC. Initially I was a bit not used to having guys classmates…shocked by their some of their behaviors/ words. Hahas but I am okie now, mingling fine with male n females friends. Though I still have many more girl to guy friends. =P Paris felt the same buddy feeling with Doug too. Hee hee…so I am going to be Buddy with Doug till one day he feels smth for me then we shall “See how…” =) I felt so better…straightening tis thot.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~hey Doug! Be friendlier, sensitive n appreciative to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; “classmates” (me, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; n Creamy) k…we r really can count on pple hor!~&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the Project we had to act out scenes btw couples…with Doug as the leading male actor(cos he is the only guy in the grp) n me, Paris n Doug(again) as the actresses for the gf/wife…we took turns to act…There’s was so much laughters, fun, fun, fun…during the making of the video clips…Doug was very crappy in front of the camera. Guess he likes to be in the limelight n to be filmed...^_^” Doug is a Great Drama King in the making man. He can really act. Don’t be deceive by his usual heck-care, cool n quiet appearance. He can act n be sUper funny! ~right &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;?~ &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; was also very cranky then…all of us were. Then me n &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; couldnt agree on quiet a few stuff when doing the ppt. Sorry Paris was I being aggressive/ unreasonable when reasoning with u over the details of ppt? I hope I wasn’t. In the end we root in a 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; person’s opinion, Doug’s. Well in the end, Doug shared the same thots as me. Two against one. hee hee...Sorry &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;..=P&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wondered why initially when Paris n Doug acted out tt “propose” scene, u guys were so awkward? Didn’t even look at each other in the face n refused to hold hands??? Is it bcos this is the first scene…but then ltr u guys became more relax n natural..heehee..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for “warming” Doug up for me cos when I did the “I do” scene with him he was more relax n cool…we were looking into each other’s eyes for tt “I do”. Then the silly &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; had to take ages to press the button to stop recording…me n Doug were like trying to hang in there staring in each other’s face. Like OMG!!! almost fainted trying to stop our laughters frm "roaring"...lolx.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think the most funny n best scene was tt of Doug doing with Jack Jack…he saying, “…DRAIN the lifeforce out of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; body…” I felt tt draining the lifeforce out of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; body like having s-e-x…lolx. *blush* I must get the video clips frm Doug to keep…Classic man! ~Priceless treasure~&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;~*Million thanks to Paris &amp;amp; Doug….watever the outcome of ur presentation is, I want to say tt I had a great time doing proj with u guys. Wat ya think? Hope u guys had as much fun n laughter as I did…:=o) Doug if u ever have a chance to read my blog *lolx* pls send me a copy or burn me a disc of the shots we filmed today..Thanks. Paris u want too???*~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110856908493805827?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110856908493805827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110856908493805827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110856908493805827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110856908493805827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/eventful-fun-day.html' title='~aN eVentFuL fUn dAy~'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110839391905942142</id><published>2005-02-15T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:11:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Today is the BIG valentine day…which is a big event in TJ even in my sec TKGS(all girls’ sch) u could see pple celebrating…giving gifts..Love was presented in the air back then. In uni u can hardly see any Activities going on in school. Perhaps older people do things the more subtle way, too scare to express&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;themselves. Did see few people with v-day gifts…low activity in school. Guess got some people pon school today to go out celebrating.. But I have learnt a lesson frm last year which is not to go out on V-day alone. You will feel even more depressed than you already are. See all the blissful couples around you simply remind you of your lonely plight even though you didn’t mind being single all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;along. Lolx.. Last year when I went out shopping alone, I felt ultra low in spirit even thought that girl sitting opposite me in the train was actually boasting to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;the bouquet of flowers she got. I think she really was. ~oh man so childish!~ It brought about some loneliness to see couples behaving lovingly round you while you r just there ALONE… Well on normal days we do see couples ard us, guess it was stronger impact during that special day. *dotz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh well let me get to the point as to wat happened today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:date style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" year="2005" day="14" month="2"&gt;14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; feb 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; at computing tutorial today when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; came into class, Creamy presented her with a bouquet of flowers..OMG!!! I didn’t recv any frm him..wat is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;was stunned, me too. What has happened over the CNY holidays? Did a romance blossom w/o me knowing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; accepted the bouquet, according to her she accepted it out of basic courtesy…lolx. Let me add on: Creamy actually presented her the bouquet in a pink clear plastic bag. To make it less awkward for her. But then the plastic is clear = can see thru. Hahahas! I was like laughing silently in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;my corner seeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; confused n pathetic expression. She wanted to kill me many times today. Due to the fact she didn’t get a date frm her dream man + a very unexpected left her not knowing wat to do situation “bouquet of flowers”. Guess what in the end it was actually nothing much. Creamy wasn’t expressing his sudden liking for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;. We were thinking too much n scaring ourselves. He was just giving us V-day gifts as a friend. I also have one gift from him a forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;friend bear in a ball hung at my door which I had missed when I left for sch this morning. Lolx! Thanks Pal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;, actually I wanted very much to blog the happy things which the special one said. Maybe it meant nothing when he said it out but I thought it does. *one sided* Just seconds ago I found out smth – not that good. I have decided not to blog about what I felt. Gosh I am feeling super confused and low now…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;**to Paris: please dont tell anyone or mentioned again what i called to tell u abt what had happened on my way back to hall. It doesnt mean anything actually. i was thinking too much. Thanks.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;~~Although i dont know what is going thru ur mind now, understand u or know what u will be doing next, which i doubt i will ever find out. I just want u to take gd care of urself. Want u to know that i will be here by ur side, as a friend/classmate, whichever u prefer. =) I might not be very smart n quick in understanding ur words or actions, but i'll try my best to comfort u/listen/make u feel better. That is if u r willing to open up to us. Whenever i talk to u i am always trying to make some constructive conversation wif u, to capture ur attention n know u more. But i always seems to be saying the wrong things or smth stupid n end up making everyone laugh. To me, at times they were actually Painful Jokes...~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110839391905942142?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110839391905942142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110839391905942142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110839391905942142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110839391905942142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/unexpected-twist.html' title='Unexpected twist'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10553259.post-110813924792958597</id><published>2005-02-12T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:27:27.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royal Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Royal Diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110813924792958597?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110813924792958597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110813924792958597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110813924792958597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110813924792958597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/royal-diary.html' title='Royal Diary'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110821886195592537</id><published>2005-02-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:51:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~CoNsTantiNe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today was a relatively non-productive day (again). I planned to wake up earlier to clear my mountain pile of HOMEWORK. But i did not fulfil that plan which was more or less expected of me. Firstly, i could not pull myself out of the comfort of my bed despite having 2 human alarms (my folks) to wake me up. Guess wat?! I finally got out of my bed at 9.48am bcos of a call from that SPECIAL one -- to Me he is special, but to him i am just a ClaSsmAte. ~sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But anyway...he called, a pleasant surprise to hear his voice in the morning. Although he called to ask some serious sch stuff(totally no strings attached). At times (many times) i get kind of tired of hanging in there waiting for him to notice my feelings for him &amp;amp; show smth +ve in rtn. It's like being low on LoVe fuel. I will might go for the next "right" person who comes my way n not continue waiting for him. lolx. Hiya tt wont happen cos no one "right-serious" would ever come my way. ^_^" *Perhaps some directions has to be put up.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mid-afternoon i went out wif Babe XJ to watch “Constantine”, the exorcist-heaven-hell based movie. We arranged to watch tt movie at PS, cos the seats there r Bigger n more comfy. When we reached there, the counter lady was bz broadcasting thru the PA sys tt for Constantine is SOLD-OUT for time-slot frm 3pm to 7pm…DaMneD! We went there for nothing. In the end I bought tix frm the ticket machine for GV Marina Sq. We had to rushed down frm Dhoby Ghaut to City Hall then walked like mad women in heels to marina sq in like ½ hr. Bloody damned the cinema at marina shifted to this far wooloo corner that we had to scale up n down steep mountains to get there – actually is winding spiral stairs under the scorching sun. Drama right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The movie – Constantine was good overall…like the suspense n lame humor here n there. But I felt that the ending could be better, make more sense/logic, more action, suspense, surprise n horror. It was super lame n funny. Every show needs a bit of romance involved to satisfy viewers’ needs. So they somewhat managed to squeeze that bit of “LOVE” awkwardly. There’s tis part when Saturn dug out Tar frm Constantine’s badly damaged lungs to keep him alive again, to stop him frm gg to heaven. (u have to watch the movie to get wat I am saying/typing) well my friend, XJ tot those dug out by Saturn were Constantine’s lungs…lolx. He will be dying if his lungs were dug out man. Well she was better than the two stranger guys beside me who had no idea wat happened. Lolx x2. Although this Constantine is a exorcist in this movie, we only see him in action ONCE: getting a demon out frm a girl’s body. *chey!* It was rather exciting n scary cos we were sitting at first row frm the screen. I experienced twice the shocks n horror sound effects. Hahas…Overall movie rating = Good, $7.50 was worthy. :o)&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/10553259-110821886195592537?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110821886195592537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110821886195592537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110821886195592537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110821886195592537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/constantine.html' title='~CoNsTantiNe~'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110727035207501012</id><published>2005-02-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:05:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sLuMp iN mY PatHetiC LifE</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;wat an ass...watever i had typed didnt manage to get posted due to some shitty bad gateway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;i was complaining abt how shitty my day was, typed out this bloody long full of emotions entry then i wasnt posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; *wtf*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well the main cause for my depression today was due to the fact that my marketing grp got a big fat ugly pathetic D for our mkting draft proposal....wat the heck. this is so demoralising. it has just dashed my remaining hope n passion to continue to struggle through marketing each week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Then the stupid MSN also got problem..kept signing OUT!.....sigh~ when u r down on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; luck everything seems to be going against u. including those pple ard u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;~i NeeD a BreAk. plEaSe bRiNg mE tO sOmeWheRe whErE i cAn be hAppY fOr jUst oNe DaY. Tt's aLL i aM aSkinG fOr...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110727035207501012?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110727035207501012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110727035207501012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110727035207501012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110727035207501012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/02/slump-in-my-pathetic-life.html' title='a sLuMp iN mY PatHetiC LifE'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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-10553259.post-110727009303867295</id><published>2005-01-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:01:33.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mY viRgIn EntRy</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hey hi! first time writing a diary entry. *sO eXciTinG!!!*Hope what i write makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dont know what the heck am i doing &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt; in hall when all my friends r out shopping, partying, having gathering, chiong-ing, etc. It's friday night for goodness sake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;By right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;1) i shd be at home now...sitting comfortably at my usual spot in front of my BIG t.v. watching wonderful cable programmes/switching channels. Pigging out at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;2)out at Zouk wif my "x-shit" another dear of mine...there's a adidas fashion show tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;~wHy? wHy? wHy?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=&gt;mystery revealled:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; i have project grp meeting on sat afternoon for tis "Highly rewarding n enlightening" marketing weekly assignment. * wat i really meant-- all bcos of tt dumb n time consuming weekly marketing project we have to do.* &amp; NobOdy aSk mE oUt tOniGht! ~sobZ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;even my roomie is out shopping...so bored &amp; lonely... argh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;listening toperfect 10 now...everywhere is advertising for V-day! Everyone is selling flower n gifts..it's tt horrible-feeling time of the yr again! **wonder how many more years do i have to suffer alone **&lt;br /&gt;oN tHe whOLe, tOdAy is nOt toO bAd. PasSable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;~~alWays lOok oN tHe &lt;i&gt;brIgHter &lt;/i&gt;siDe oF liFe~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10553259-110727009303867295?l=royaldiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/feeds/110727009303867295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10553259&amp;postID=110727009303867295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110727009303867295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10553259/posts/default/110727009303867295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaldiary.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-virgin-entry.html' title='mY viRgIn EntRy'/><author><name>PriNceSs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06838158407054340401</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>
