<?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-8491342985362172719</id><updated>2011-09-01T11:25:56.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Universe...</title><subtitle type='html'>A deluded girl growing up very fast... It's time to get out of La La Land, but I SO don't want to =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-4771499478189466395</id><published>2011-07-08T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:49:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsapp!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I just parked at Asia Cafe.. Dinner calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;I want pan meeeeeeee... pls? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I wannnnt also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;* shares a picture of pan mee on whatsapp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Omg pan meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! *sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;SOON, it will be yours! Muahahahahaha *evil laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I'm pretending we are evil villains in a movie btw :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Hahahahahhahaha what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;What is this? New character in the movie? Must be some useless sidekick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Commentator kot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Ah ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Hello! Dont la bully me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;*ignores the lowly commentator*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Still there? How far to reach home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Distance? 10 mins. Traffic conditions? probably tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Ohhhhhh hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;What are you doing to entertain yourself la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Listening to song lyrics in a way I have never listened to them before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;With unrivalled concentration and focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Hahahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Well, you know the quality time you wanted to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The quiet time at least once a day? You can have it now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Its been 2 hours and my car is still in the same place ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;I am so at peace with myself right now, you have no idea. I am THE Zen master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Or mistress, or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Hahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&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/8491342985362172719-4771499478189466395?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4771499478189466395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=4771499478189466395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4771499478189466395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4771499478189466395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2011/07/whatsapp.html' title='Whatsapp!'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-2607882389686547556</id><published>2011-05-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:14:23.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Scared and angry, uncertain, weak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thinking thrice before I speak;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is this? What's wrong with me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A burden to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crawl into a hole down below,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time passes fast and yet so slow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;Resolutions thrown into the bin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Confidence tastes like guilty sin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have faith, just come and hold me close,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This isn't forever, but do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Once more I'll hold my head up high,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Go past and look you in the eye;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touch my heart and walk with me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;For we can conquer eternity;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I may be weak now, flesh and soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But I'm not dead, I'm still my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-2607882389686547556?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2607882389686547556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=2607882389686547556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2607882389686547556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2607882389686547556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-my-own.html' title='Still my own'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1078416875313093656</id><published>2010-12-04T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:52:47.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>So lately things have been a lil weird, a lil strange, a lil busy, a lil different. No longer am I in my comfortable bubble of happiness (or what my good friend called the pretty people bubble.. apparently good-looking people live in a bubble that is different from reality, because people are nicer to them. Hmm. But that's a discussion for another day. P.s.: I do NOT live in a pretty bubble laaa =_=)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my last post (which was fluff anyway..) my 2nd last post was way back in May. I can't remember what made me stop writing. Lack of ideas, motivation and time probably. On second thoughts, I remember now. I was depressed starting from May all the way to October. Ooooo. Good thing I don't blog when I am depressed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things have happened since then. Some illegal (ok, one illegal) and some perfectly legal, but left me feeling.. tainted. Now that I am over it, I can look back and say I hope to never go down that road again. But weirdly enough, when it was actually happening, it did not feel wrong in the least. So why the bad aftertaste now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October, I was happy. Very happy in fact. Last month, not so much. Is this how people go insane? By caving in to depression, by not caring? In the past few years I have managed to reach levels of melancholy that I previously never knew existed within me. I blame it on my great uni experience =_= It was not a very happy time in my life. But I thought all that was behind me now. So why do I feel this way? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am living with one of my best friends, I have a nice room, good friends who care about me, a car, too much clothes and accessories and a job that pays me enough. Ok, so the love life sector needs to be fixed. But I am healthy (no terminal illness that I know of at least.. apart from growing older, but everyone suffers from that), I don't have any life-crushing debts (ok maybe one.. hello PTPTN :P), I am young, I am well-fed and I still have a family that cares for me. I have so much to be thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why. am. I. not.&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always had walls deep inside. My friends have always told me I compartmentalize too well. "like a guy" they say. I am often amused by this, though I know it is not exactly meant as a compliment. But what's so wrong with protecting yourself from hurt? Of course it is inevitable, but aren't I allowed to be cautious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I have been told by too many people is, I think too much. Sighhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post seems to be going around in circles. I'll try to make more sense the next time I blog. If there is a next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1078416875313093656?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1078416875313093656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1078416875313093656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1078416875313093656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1078416875313093656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/12/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1799620351265488644</id><published>2010-11-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:07:59.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A short post, and promise of more to come :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am back from Diwali holz.. and my bestie suddenly came up to my room to ask me a weird question, out of the blue! "Do you have your ex on FB?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You mean A*a***? (name has been hidden to protect privacy :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;choo: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, I mean V***** (name has been bla bla :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Errr... no? Why would I want to add him on FB? Why are YOU asking me this anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;choo:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to see his pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;choo:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to see what an asshole looks like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me:&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh that's easy, go take off your pants and bend down in front of the mirror lo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*choo then starts whacking me. Friendship is pain -_-" owww *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S.: I then proceeded to do a search for his name on FB and it turns out not only does he now have an account, he has added my brother as a friend! And my stupid idiot of a brother has accepted him as his friend. SHEESH. Blood thicker than water, my foot la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On the bright side, he is now super ugly. And Choo is very happy that I am no longer with him, as she can't comprehend how ugly he is (neither can I actually. In JUST 6 years! omg *knocks on wood*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Karma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you for making him pay for all the abuse :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&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/8491342985362172719-1799620351265488644?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1799620351265488644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1799620351265488644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1799620351265488644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1799620351265488644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-post-and-promise-of-more-to-come.html' title='A short post, and promise of more to come :)'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-8847413284803139065</id><published>2010-05-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:33:15.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;2 weeks ago, my parents were down in Subang. I had some stuff to settle back in my uni so I followed the back last week. Dad decided to drive my car up coz it's bigger. So when I got back to Subang after my 3 day weekend, I ended up using my mum's Viva... then this week, my parents came down again, and my dad was asking me if I wanted to switch the car. I liked the feel of the light Viva, as well as the fuel-saving aspect of it, so I told my dad i will switch with him when they leave to Penang again.. Then this conversation took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aunt: How old is Kuganaa right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: I'm 24 this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So if any of you know any prospective guys.... can introduce la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*laughter all around, except from me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum, do you seriously think I can't find a husband of my own? That I need to be introduced to guys and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mum: Well, you are single now, although you have had boyfriends before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's coz I realised early that things would not work out... Isn't it better that I break up and become single, rather than get divorced and become a divorcee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mum: Yea but still, you have been single for some time already now, so let your aunties introduce you to some guys la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt; No offence mom, but I can see their taste in suitable husbands... Not that there is anything wrong with my uncles, but personally, I would want a guy who is more.... EXCITING! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Aunt: Your uncle was exciting what, when I met him... then we got married and had children, so can't be "exciting" any more la, now he's RELIABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Reliable is good what... I like reliable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: That's coz you're one of them! No its ok, I will ask you guys for help when I need it... in the meantime, I'm still waiting for my EXCITING Prince Charming with a tattoo to appear and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*interrupting*&lt;/span&gt; Have you noticed that when you take turnings at high speed the car feels a bit light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me: Er&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*lost in fantasies of Prince Charming*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;huh? When I take turnings at high speed? Oh the car! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*un-blurs self*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;your car feels light all the time what, compared to the Saga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAD: No, particularly when you take corners at high speed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mum:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*interrupting*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The car can turn turtle k, be careful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Turn turtle? You mean go upside down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dad: Yea.. it's very light, so you need to be careful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok... but when the car turns turtle lah my Prince Charming will have the oppurtunity to come and save me! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dad: Yea yea, he will lift the car and save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: He doesn't need to lift the car la, he just needs to lift ME from the car :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mum: Then my car? You better make him lift my car and bring it home too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: And how is he gonna do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mum: You can always help him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dad: If he can lift a fatty like you, I'm sure he can lift the car too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; =_="""""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;A bit later on, while having dinner in Asia Cafe, there was a handsome Caucasian sitting behind my mum.. my dad, Arveena, myself and the cousins were sitting at a different table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mum! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*then in tamil*&lt;/span&gt; "I predict he will be the one saving me from my turtle-turned car, coz I'm gonna drive the car here and take that corner sharply right in front of him" &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Neenu: He carries an umbrella too, just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aww... and omg he's eating with chopsticks! That's it! MUM! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*in Tamil again*&lt;/span&gt; "Say hello to your future son in law! Then you can introduce me to him"&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Neenu: Eh hello, who saw him 1st ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh plz la, you already have one, don't be greedy k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Laa: I also saw him before you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're too young la k, shall we try telling YOUR mum that he's your future husband, let's see what kind of reaction you'd get? Better yet, maybe we should tell your chronic Ceylonese dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Laa:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;********* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nyehehe... &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*yes yes I know, I can definitely amuse myself*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Til next time... Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-8847413284803139065?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8847413284803139065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=8847413284803139065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/8847413284803139065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/8847413284803139065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-6754876469147361907</id><published>2010-05-20T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T05:36:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Since I don't really have anything interesting happening in my life right now, I'll just post some random things that have happened recently :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;random #1: The Losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Shang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kalai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I have watched it d, have u watched it Shang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yes I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Was it good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was good right? I liked it la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I died 3 times when I watched that movie k... Chris Evans, omggggg... I can't believe I never noticed him till I watched that movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;That good ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well, I saw him in the tight white tshirt, I died. Then came back to life. Saw him again, died-ed again. Then woke up and he had his shirt off, so AGAIN I died-ed la *pretends to swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;*laughing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oooo.... I shall definitely watch it then &gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #2: Workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kuganaa: itu macam la skarang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nyylala: haha&lt;br /&gt;she messaged me la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuganaa: ooo&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;u neva msg me :(&lt;br /&gt;i kenot msg u 1st&lt;br /&gt;later jeremy jealous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;nyylala: u no dick he wont jealous one la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~talk about summing things up :) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #3:&lt;br /&gt;Read this saying on a website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If you are not getting as much from life as you want, examine the state of your enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Norman Vincent Peale&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1898 - 1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Got an e-mail that made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Hello gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know I was having a lovely day at work, then the thought of you slipped into my brain and it got even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ownie&lt;br /&gt;xxx "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random#5: On the most effective way to let a guy know you like him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;nyylala: i know i know&lt;br /&gt;buy him a condom&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok this one kidding&lt;br /&gt;pls dont do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Kuganaa: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #6:&lt;br /&gt;Songs I've found myself humming recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- Kris Allen's version of Heartless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- Justin Bieber's Eenie Meenie (I hate myself for this =_= )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;- B.O.B. 's Nothing on You ( not not nothing on you babe :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rock Your World by Josh. This is a punjabi/english mixed song that was mailed to me by Ricky (thanks Ricky!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;-The Fray's version of Heartless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;( yea, there's something with this song and me, I dont know what..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #7: Laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(This isn't actually a conversation, more like a monologue, because the other 2 &lt;me&gt;were laughing too hard to comment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;On one hand, I have someone who looks like she's crying when she's laughing... I mean, sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I was actually cracking a joke... oh, you're actually laughing? Then why do you look like that? Can you make up your mind already? Or maybe I should ask you to make up your expression...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And on the other hand, I have one who is on silent mode. No noise comes out, but she vibrates. Drrrprpprpprprprrrrp. There she goes again. The vibrator!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #8: A near-kiss incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;(another person whose name shall be concealed for annonymity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;But if you think he was about to kiss you, then he was about to kiss u la.. You guys were just interrupted, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;At that time, I thought so too. But now, I'm not so sure la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Can you just chill? Why else would a guy be looking deep into your eyes while you both are alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That's the thing, you don't know him.. He's a looking-deep-into-eyes kind of person. He does it all the time, he's solemn that way. For all I know, he was probably looking deeply into my eyes and thinking about borrowing my gardening gloves or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*LOL* Come on la... you don't even HAVE gardening gloves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yea, but HE doesn't know that, does he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~ =_=" ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #9:&lt;br /&gt;Song lyrics that I have recently heard and liked a lot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;- Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky Are like shooting stars, I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-&gt;&gt; Airplanes by B.O.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cause if one day you wake up and find you're missing me, and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.. Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place where we'd meet.. And you'll see me waiting for you, on our corner of the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So I'm not moving, I'm not moving..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;-&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The Man Who Can't Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Moved by The Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Random #10: My hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oh no, my poor granddaughter, that's what happens when you don't listen to grandma.. How many times have I told you to apply olive oil to your beautiful hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Huh? What happens when I don't listen to granma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;See, its all so dry now that its turned a different colour! All dried up like leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actually, she went to a hair salon and paid good money to turn her hair into that colour... it wasn't cheap either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh... and I thought it was too dry.. It felt dry too! Why would anyone pay money to make their hair look damaged.. ? Kids nowadays, can't understand them at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;=___=""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-6754876469147361907?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6754876469147361907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=6754876469147361907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6754876469147361907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6754876469147361907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-285795978224807466</id><published>2010-05-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T06:50:49.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adrift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm lost in a sea of turbulent waves&lt;br /&gt;Delirious one moment&lt;br /&gt;Depressed the next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't go looking for trouble,&lt;br /&gt;But they alwiz hunt me down in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Spiralling out of control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Make everything STOP.&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking, stop feeling&lt;br /&gt;Stop looking&lt;br /&gt;Definitely stop moving&lt;br /&gt;Stop stop stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Diagnose me&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Come and save me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Please.. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-285795978224807466?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/285795978224807466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=285795978224807466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/285795978224807466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/285795978224807466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/adrift.html' title='Adrift'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-2871057427506245116</id><published>2010-05-06T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:39:56.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What. The. Heck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can not believe you called me at 2.25am and woke me up to ask me out. WTF? Is that what your momma taught you? That's the time you ask a girl out is it? I know your mom, and I know that she will NOT approve, not the slightest bit. And for the 400th time, NO I do NOT want to date you, and I DEFINITELY do NOT want to give you "a chance" ! A chance to what exactly? Grope me? Attempt to hold my hand? Seriously, no thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Summore can ask me to "guess who?" when I answered the phone. STOP calling me with different numbers. I will NOT tell you nicely again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Arrrrrrrrrggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Excuse the rant, not in the greatest of moods today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-2871057427506245116?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2871057427506245116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=2871057427506245116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2871057427506245116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2871057427506245116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-heck.html' title='What. The. Heck.'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1435973182046811328</id><published>2010-04-26T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:32:42.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lesson of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-Do not take painkillers/coffee/alcohol (choose any 2 out of the 3) at the same time. Not only does is render the painkiller useless, it also causes severe stomachache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Other Lessons for the day ( I got this online..):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-even when I have pains, I don't have to be one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(note to self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- company is often more healing than words of advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( I think all of us should think about this for awhile..... ok, moving on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you can make someone's day by simply sending them a little card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(my adress is... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try cheering someone else up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-that making a living is not the same thing as making a life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( I should think about this one more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-there are people who love you dearly but just don't know how to show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch--holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that, you'd better know something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( I love this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do, but to the best you can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(My parents would not agree with this one for sure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you can do something in an instant that will give you a heartache for life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( too true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(hey! This is familiar! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-a lot easier to react than it is to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(well-said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you can keep going long after you think you can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Scouts taught me this already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-that either you control your attitude or it controls you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(agreed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-that sometimes I just need to be held &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(yes... totally agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-learning to forgive takes practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-even when the light turns green, you had better look both ways before proceeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you can love someone and still not like him very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(omg lolx.. true story :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;get back up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(yea, I noticed this too... weird, but it helps restore my faith in humanity :&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-good quality underwear is worth the extra cost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(coz it makes u feel gooooood ;&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Amen to that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you with all they have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(sigh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(double sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(bingo! - Noddy, take note! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you should never tell a child his dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if he believed it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(noted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren't just biological &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(this too, I already know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-no matter how good a friend someone is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-commercials for feminine products always come on when you're sitting in a room with men &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(lolx!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-boys only rub your back to find out if you're wearing a bra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(haha... I don't agree with this, but I do find it amusing :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(story of my life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(that's positive thinking for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-if you don't want to forget something, stick it in your underwear drawer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(coz you wont forget your underwear, right...? Even if you feel like saying no, please just say yes for my peace of mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-the clothes I like best are the ones with the most holes in them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( Same with me, tho probably not for the same reasons :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-it's no fun putting on a wet swimsuit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I can imagine =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-peeing in the woods with a couple of friends can be an amazing bonding experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(thanks, but no thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-a good friend is better than a therapist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(I like this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-you're never too old for slumber parties &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-competing with a friend over a man is a fun game unless one of you actually wins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( Excuse me? Friends do not compete for a man. Full-stop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings, and standing up for what you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wow, my 3rd post in 1 month, I'm on fire~! :P Well, I hope everyone who read this took something from it.. Till next time, ciao~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1435973182046811328?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1435973182046811328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1435973182046811328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1435973182046811328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1435973182046811328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-3215923470543329985</id><published>2010-04-23T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:04:21.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1st of all, the reason for the title is, I have realised that it sucks not to have a crush :( crushes seem to make the world a much nicer place. Like if he's the next-door neighbour, you try to look nice everytime you step foot out of your house. Not to mention you get all hopeful of bumping into him each time (here, I cringe in sympathy for my 14 year old self. How foolish I was. And how weird is it that 6 years later, the crush is reversed and I have no feelings whatsoever for him. Hmmm. Karma is so scary O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And if its an office crush, then u look forward to getting to work everyday (yes, even if he happens to be gay, ok) so that you can admire the perfection that sits at the desk beside u ( or the desk facing u which is separated by a mini-wall like thingy to give some semblance of privacy, but if u look over the mini-wall then u can see him anyway :D) N dont ask, my office arrangement of seats ain't normal. But I'm sure everyone gets my point. Which is: Crushes make the mudane things u do seem worthwhile, and that much more interesting, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So, to make MY world a nicer place, I am now looking for a suitable crush. Candidates who think they are suitably qualified (hint: i like washboard abs) may apply here. Nyehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Moving on, I am again, bored at work. As usual. Which is why I could think about my lack of crushes at the moment. Don't worry Hrithik, you will alwiz be my No.1 crush. And JT a close second. But I'm talking abt REAL life here, not some fairy tale hollywood thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just had my lunch of chicken rice, so now I'm ALSO sleepy, if being bored alone was not good enough. And I'm working on a Saturday. O pathetic life of mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Anything new in my life? Yes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9Kh8Dp9L6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g8VGDK8JH3c/s1600/Gtalk+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463607351099338658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9Kh8Dp9L6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g8VGDK8JH3c/s400/Gtalk+convo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*This sentence -&gt; "Soooooo..... do you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;is now apparently capable of giving me goosebumps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9KhsG4CtpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jD3sG3TEye0/s1600/Gtalk+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9KhsG4CtpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jD3sG3TEye0/s1600/Gtalk+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9KhsG4CtpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jD3sG3TEye0/s1600/Gtalk+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9KggiZBVrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/WYnhThLhrEQ/s1600/Gtalk+convo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*Additionally, I now have internet access at home :)&lt;br /&gt;Weee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I FINALLY got my earrings hanging on my wall the way I have alwiz wanted them to :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;*And I can't seem to get 'Carry-out' by JT&lt;br /&gt;outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And and and I just had this conversation with my cousin :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Yes, Hrithik is mine (in my dreamland only maybe but at least its MY dreamland la kan?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*I have a newfound addiction in a game called Plants Vs. Zombies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*Also, I am looking for a nice online game to get addicted to. I mean RPG like Utopia or Maplestory or Ragnarok. Any gamers out there who can tell me about the latest stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*My 9th piercing was recently removed because it just kept getting in the way.. It got stuck in my hairbrush when I brushed my hair, it caused my ear to bend in a weird and uncomfortable way when I slept on that side and my hair and scrunchie kept getting stuck to it. This in turn caused multiple tears in my outer ear tissue, coz everytime something got stuck, I would tug it by accident and it would tear. And that was extremely painful. It was a sad parting, coz I have alwiz wanted 9 piercings, and when I got that one I thought it would be the final one. But apparently not. Oh well. 8 piercings now, and counting.. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Its time for me to get back to work. U know, the thing I get paid to do? :) Toodles~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-3215923470543329985?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/3215923470543329985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=3215923470543329985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/3215923470543329985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/3215923470543329985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/04/crushes.html' title='Crushes'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/S9Kh8Dp9L6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g8VGDK8JH3c/s72-c/Gtalk+convo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-8151538321087842199</id><published>2010-04-05T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:17:26.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Suddenly, at 6.45am on a Monday morning, after ages of not blogging, I feel motivated to write something in here.. DO I have any particular subject in mind? Of course.. not! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So much has happened since I last posted. I've graduated, went to a few interviews, started working, gotten my own place in Subang, got a car and best of all, I'm living with my bestie, Choo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A lot of things have been happening around me.. Break-ups and make-ups, old differences set aside, new relationships coming up (I love summer ;P), new relationships have already began (gratz guys... and Choo too :P) new series that I've started watching, new games I've been playing, new food thats I've tasted, new movies, new feelings, new roads (I have drove up to Ipoh and Penang, as well as down to Malacca, alone! I lurve driving, and I lurve owning a car even more! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The people around me have changed too.. Neenu is in Australia as I type this, and Gugu... well, she is in a different place in life right now. Ash is in Russia and even Laa is in a different location technically... putra heights instead of USJ 11 ;)I have met so many new people, like at my work place and my friends' friends (half of whose names I cant remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;People have changed.. some of my friends have started working, some others are continuing studies, some have come to realise that earning your own money does not solve all your problems, and some have become distant. Can't blame them actually.. the more responsibilities you have, the busier you become and the less friends seem to matter.. I know a lot of people must think that I have become distant as well... circle of karma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I miss my grandmother, I wish I can see my family more often.. There should be a way for me to see them more without actually living with them? I dont know.. My dad's dreams for me seem to be coming true (at least job-wise). I feel lonely sometimes, although I'm surrounded by a sea of people. I do enjoy my job, although it is not remotely related to my field of study. I keep thinking about how things are gonna be in May (why May? I'm not 100% sure myself, but I get the feeling that things are going to change.. Hopefully, for the better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have decided to take charge of my life, instead of floating along the path of least resistance. I will go after what I want, and work hard to get it. I will be more supportive of my cousins and be there for them more. I will also take more time for myself to be who I want to be, and do what I want to do. My instincts have never been wrong so far in my life. I hope it does not fail me now. In the meantime, I hope I find some interesting subjects to blog about soon, for the next time :) Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;What's meant to be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;xoxox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&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/8491342985362172719-8151538321087842199?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/8151538321087842199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=8151538321087842199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/8151538321087842199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/8151538321087842199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2010/04/suddenly-at-6.html' title='A new beginning..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-4697310934236628529</id><published>2009-09-07T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:23:42.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOPE&lt;br /&gt;Written by Siddharth Anand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Thanks Shang :&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;Do you believe, in what you see&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in reality&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in the sun that’s bright&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in the stars in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the birds that fly&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in clouds and the sky&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in wind that flows&lt;br /&gt;do you bel&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;ieve in moon that glows&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in light?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe the spoken word&lt;br /&gt;do you believe the things you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in the final answer&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in the swirling dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in sound and sight&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in moments bright&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in taste and touch&lt;br /&gt;do you believe that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the soul inside&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in ecstasy and delight&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in glory and god&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in that thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the sky above&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the heaven and the earth&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in death and birth&lt;br /&gt;do you believe in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes with hope within&lt;br /&gt;open the door, let light reach in&lt;br /&gt;if you believe, then you'll win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-4697310934236628529?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4697310934236628529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=4697310934236628529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4697310934236628529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4697310934236628529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope-written-by-siddharth-anand.html' title=''/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-7014464554171227240</id><published>2009-04-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:36:47.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>(Pre-script: This post is super old, typed when I was still in Uni.. yea I know.. such a long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad visited me in campus, n returned my microSD memory cards and card reader.. but instead of the microSD adapter, there was a SD memory card stuck into the card reader. So yesterday, I was in CS and I bought another adapter. RM10. Coz by the time my dad visits again, I'd have graduated I think. So now, picture uploading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, the CS trip yesterday. Main reason I went there was to accompany Nadia for her piercing. She needed moral support.. We were arriving separately so I helped another friend with streamyx registration 1st. Then walked around, ate ice cream from McD, got my microSD adapter then had cheesy wedges from KFC. Then Nadia came, off to pierce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very cacat video of it, (I was more into the real live scene n kept forgetting to focus the camera =_=) n since its so retarded, im not gonna upload it. I also cant upload a pic of her with the piercing, coz me in all my genius, forgot to take a pic in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I can show u what it looks like here :) Its called a Monroe piercing, coz the stud is where Marilyn Monroe had her beauty mark. I for one, never knew such a thing even existed -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Nadia was the 1st person to get that particular type of piercing in that parlour ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwpKZtYgHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GliFTiIMiIM/s1600-h/From+far.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322174118321750130" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwpKZtYgHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GliFTiIMiIM/s400/From+far.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwpKZ5Cu4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KwNnZbULSAw/s1600-h/close+up.jpg"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322174118370655106" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwpKZ5Cu4I/AAAAAAAAAGA/KwNnZbULSAw/s400/close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwrDl8EKVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IIL1CZCLYvc/s1600-h/eyebrow_piercing01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322176200368728402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwrDl8EKVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/IIL1CZCLYvc/s400/eyebrow_piercing01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing that, another friend of mine got so inspired that he decided to get his eyebrow pierced!&lt;br /&gt;And it looks just like that.. yummy! I am SO into guys with a pierced brow. Bot both, and not too many piercings.&lt;br /&gt;Just one, on one brow.. *swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we met up with my dinner party (my senior wanted to treat me, Neenu n Gugu to pizza since he's leaving d..) in The Body Shop where I marinated myself in their perfumes while he bought a birthday present for his mom. I also shimmered myself with their shimmery limited edition body lotions (Gotta love the free testing :D) And then, it was off to pizza hut! Well, it was more of a slow amble to pizza hut coz we kinda stopped along all the shops along the way.. but stil, when everybody got too hungry, we finally reached our destination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Sdwt4oo_WoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4mW_NAL36gQ/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179310650350210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Sdwt4oo_WoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4mW_NAL36gQ/s400/pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were the mushroom soups n garlic bread n bread stix and another pizza that came later we forgot to take a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwuVtzkdxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-YU1NBcB4-E/s1600-h/group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179810253109010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwuVtzkdxI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-YU1NBcB4-E/s400/group+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;Group Pic after dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwuVIPyh-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/n_-Q2wv3ubI/s1600-h/yummylicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179800170924002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwuVIPyh-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/n_-Q2wv3ubI/s400/yummylicious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was dessert in Secret Recipe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From top:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate syrup&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;ice cream scoops&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Bits of whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Big fat layer of fresh whipped cream&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;big fat bottom layer of chocolate syrup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= super delicious. I especially loved the choc syrup at the bottom. Sedap sedap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Sdwt40PZPDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zZB9J7mxI0/s1600-h/me+n+karthik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322179313764219954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Sdwt40PZPDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1zZB9J7mxI0/s400/me+n+karthik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-7014464554171227240?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7014464554171227240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=7014464554171227240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7014464554171227240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7014464554171227240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SdwpKZtYgHI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GliFTiIMiIM/s72-c/From+far.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-9193202978256607213</id><published>2009-04-01T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:13:32.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick of being sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm so so sick rite now, bad flu, sore throat, cough and horrible phelgm. Can't wait to get better n lose the blocked nose. Sigh. Went to the clinic, took medz. Keep your fingers crossed that I will be 100% recovered before my finals.. thanx :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Heard Ash is safely in Russia, good to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-9193202978256607213?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/9193202978256607213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=9193202978256607213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/9193202978256607213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/9193202978256607213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick-of-being-sick.html' title='Sick of being sick'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-6430826010946092952</id><published>2009-03-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:45:20.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OSPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"&gt;I do not understand why when I absolutely need to study, I can't get started. Its like a disease, I wonder if there is a name for it. If there isn't I think I shall name it.. Kuganaa-itis, since it happens to me like, ALL the time -__-" Tmr morn at 8.30 am I have Bioinfo 2 OSPE... I rest my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;Well I finally started my research project, planted 180 paddy plants in less than 1 day *beams proudly* So bangga, I had to prepare the soil, add water, mix evenly, n scoop the soil into abt 30 polypacks, then count 6/7 paddy seeds in each bag then add fertilizer. It was soooo messy n my lab coat (which i newly washed n used for the 1st time after washing yesterday) now looks like a kerbau decided to bermanja with me n rubbed itself on me after wallowing in a mud pit. I'd upload a pic of the lab coat but my card reader is with my dad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;The happy news is, 3 ppl complimented me on that day... I felt that I looked like crap (lacking sleep, misbehaving hair, ZERO make-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;not balm="" lip="" even=""&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;n hallo! CLAY MUD all over me?) but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153)"&gt;#1: Its ok, I look even worse.. Plus, you alwiz look pretty to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;(Hmm. I feel like putting on one of those green face masks, some hair masque, put my hair in a shower cap then stick 2 cucumber slices on my eyes and then asking "do I still alwiz look pretty to u?" :P :P :P But thanx anyway. For privacy's sake, we shall use acronyms for names. This was from SBP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;#2: First time seeing u up close. You look really good. Er, sorry, beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;(U mean I look bad from far? Gee, thanx -_-" And what's with the "er, sorry, beautiful" ? But anyway, this sms was from DK )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;#3: *some guy friends were sitting in the cafe, checking out girls when I saw them &amp;amp; went to sit at their table*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;A: My 'radar' is picking up some signals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;B: Really? U mean there's some hot babe here other than Kuganaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0)"&gt;(wow, kembang sial :D teehee! My bro once told me that when ur own male buddies say ur pretty, then u really are.... ok la, I know this is reaching new levels of perasan-ness, but hey, once in awhile lah k.. not alwiz I feel this good abt myself *hmph*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,0)"&gt;Plus, today, 2 ppl said they miss me, altho they oni saw me yesterday :) Such warm fuzzy feelings my friends give me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;Ooh, "someone" loves leng chee kang too (I have no idea who that someone is lar, mysterious much? The message in my cbox I mean.. ) Which reminds me, I have a TGIF dessert pic to upload.. I actually ate in TGIF on a Friday :D In Bangsar pulak tu... (I know u probably dont read this but thank u for the treat! N congratz on being April Cleo's Eligible Bachelor #14 !!) How cool is it that 2 Cleo's eligible bachelors have taken me out (I dunno if those outings qualify as 'dates' but stil, yay! :P) I seem to have a knack for ppl who appear in mags.. like Female's 50 most beautiful people.. one of it just happened to be my super-duper mega crush of that moment, Raphael the capoeira instructor who happened to have his class gym session right after my cheerleading gym class :D Too bad he went back to Brazil :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"&gt;There's nothing much to update other than the fact that I met up with my cousins n my besties, n had a kinda fun bus journey back (thanx Sivabalan) nothing much I guess. Vinod (Venayakar) is supposed to bring me out for my birthday dinner.. something that was supposed to happen last week but keeps gettin postponed due to unbelievably bad timings of all the ppl involved... O yea, I found out that my 2 bottom wisdom teeth are growing horizontally. NO WONDER I can't feel them altho its been so painful fo so long d (I've gotten so used to the pain that I dont even feel it anymore -_-) I've got a pic of the X-ray to be uploaded at a later date..&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Shang's back in campus, YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/not&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Scuot706jsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XvpOTWeO-cg/s1600-h/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317529292148215490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Scuot706jsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XvpOTWeO-cg/s400/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;The pic above is my current desktop wallpaper. Well, actually, its been my wallpaper for more than a year now :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQlwRVyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B8ZRKCggY8I/s1600-h/Hrithik+Roshan+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530987030206242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQlwRVyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B8ZRKCggY8I/s400/Hrithik+Roshan+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Looking hot in shades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is in one of my see-through files :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;I watched some incredible advertisements starring Hrithik Roshan (I WANT CINTHOL SOAP!!!) He is arguably one of the sexiest men alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Just coz I cant upload my own pics, I'm uploading pics from the web... haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Try youtube, type keywords like Hrithik Roshan, Cinthol, Hide &amp;amp; Seek.. etc etc. He has quite a number of ads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Even in black &amp;amp; white he looks awesome.. *drool*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQ_HN5KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HailwfYjO3I/s1600-h/hrithik-roshan+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530993837335714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQ_HN5KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HailwfYjO3I/s400/hrithik-roshan+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQMeVm5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D4Mjbr4dhCE/s1600-h/Hrithik+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317530980244102034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/ScuqQMeVm5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/D4Mjbr4dhCE/s400/Hrithik+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;not balm="" lip="" even=""&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Nose so sharp, can cut paper I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;Nice hair.. nice eyes... nice body, nice smile, nice dance moves, nice voice, nice height.. nice everything lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said nobody is perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/not&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,255,153)"&gt;nly he can wear shades in a pool and not look ridiculous la... haiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;not balm="" lip="" even=""&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, end of drooling time.. I'm supposed to go on vacation somewhere in either April or May.. n by 'somewhere' I meant either Malacca or Langkawi.. But I am SO very the broke.. especially after the weekend in KL. Ah, tak kisah la.. I'm gonna play this one by ear.. If I cant go, its just too bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;To my darling cousin Ashvinyy.. Have a safe flight to Russia, all the best there and I love u a lot. I'm only a phone call away, remember that. Study hard, party harder (:P) and dont forget to keep in touch :) Good luck babe, I'll be missing u &lt;3&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/not&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-6430826010946092952?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6430826010946092952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=6430826010946092952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6430826010946092952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6430826010946092952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/ospe.html' title='OSPE'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/Scuot706jsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XvpOTWeO-cg/s72-c/Hrithik+Roshan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-7809356816727928228</id><published>2009-03-15T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:26:58.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bioinformatics 2</title><content type='html'>I went into the exam hall for Bioinformatics 2 only 30% prepared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I read through all the notes but I couldn't understand much, it was all so technical! N all the bioinfo web serach tools n databases sound the same to me... NCBI, DDBJ, EMBL.... GenBank, Blast, FastA.... geez... what is it abt bioinformatiocians &amp;amp; acronyms? =_="&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how the results will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend after exam was great, BBQ party that lasted till the wee hours of the morn. N the entire next day was spent in Jusco shopping, eating in Nando's, Kenny Rogers (a lot of muffins :P) n watching The Race To Witch Mountain. Dinner was near grandma's place... the stalls.. yummeh~!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LENG CHEE KANG :) esp with extra gingko nuts. Such a lovely weekend of good food, entertainment n wonderful company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I have a presentation tmr, with the report also due. Wish me luck peeps... xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-7809356816727928228?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7809356816727928228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=7809356816727928228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7809356816727928228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7809356816727928228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/bioinformatics-2.html' title='Bioinformatics 2'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-4840291629642121171</id><published>2009-03-10T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:55:03.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try this at home..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So this morning after waking up, I washed my hair.. After shampooing, I was rinsing off the suds and brushing my teeth at the same time (don't ask me why I do this, I have an inane urge to multi-task in the shower).. then at one point some shampoo suds got into my eyes n I wiped them away with my hand... After 3 secs, my eye started tingling lightly... Weird rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;After a few more seconds, it started tingling in full force... N i had no idea what was causing the tingling, it was the same feeling of... toothpaste in ur mouth (ta-daa!) -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;So yea, I had accidentally rubbed toothpaste into my eye. Zzzzz. Well, at least it wasn't painful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Next scenario, I was in the admin building, getting out of the elevator. There was another girl in the lift with me. Her friend decided to ambush her n give her a shock, without knowing I was there. So as I was exiting the lift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Miss Ambusher : *jumping in front of me* BOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Me: AAAHHHHHH (screaming in shock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Miss Ambusher : AAAHHHHH (screaming in fright &amp;amp; confusion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The intended victim who was in the lift with me : HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Another friend waiting ouside the lift area : Hahahahahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-_____-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What a way to start the day.. No coffee needed! And my eye is STILL tingling! argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-4840291629642121171?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4840291629642121171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=4840291629642121171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4840291629642121171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4840291629642121171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/kid-dont-try-this-at-home.html' title='Don&apos;t try this at home..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1703164914242885487</id><published>2009-03-10T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:32:11.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;On my birthday, at almost 3am, the last person to wish me (at nite I mean) was my darling cousin Ashvinyy. And I would like to tell my (few) readers abt the phone call.. so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ash: HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*sleepy &amp;amp; groggy*&lt;/span&gt; Yea? what's up ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ash: Nah, nothing much, just wanted to wish u a happy birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : Huh? Y so late ler?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ash: I know, I purposely called u late, coz I wanted to WAKE u up n wish u.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: .......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ash: so yea, here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*singing v-e-r-y  s-l-o-w-l-y on purpose to irriate me since I was so sleepy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Haaaaaaapppppy Biiiiiiiiiirrrrthdaaaaaay tooooo youuuuuu, Haaaaaaaaaappy Biiiirrrrthdaaaaaaaaay tooooooooo youuuuuuuu,Haaaaaapppy Birrrrrrthdaaaaaayyyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*BEEP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;er, Kuganaa akka, are u there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ash: I gtg, my phn batt dying d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*sings super duper fast (I didn't even understand what she said, but I think we all know the song very well, kan)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..toKuganaaakkahappybirthdaytoyou. Byemybatteryisalmostdead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*hangs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me : .......................................................................................................... -___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;But when I woke up in the morning and thought about it again, I laughed. I love my cousins la, such a crazy, funny bunch :) Plus, Laavanya wrote abt me in her blog on my birthday. It sure made my day :) Thanx babez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL75zpdBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J9bk1O-3xIg/s1600-h/IMG_9027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL75zpdBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J9bk1O-3xIg/s400/IMG_9027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586671776068626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oo, n special mention goes to Arveena &amp;amp; Kelvin for the mini-tiara and the crown pendant necklace, them luvly, shiny things :D Ummuax!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL8NbPsjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jpXt3u7nHZM/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL8NbPsjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jpXt3u7nHZM/s400/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586677042426418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL8dvbZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aOJCtG5gJZM/s1600-h/tongues+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL8dvbZoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aOJCtG5gJZM/s400/tongues+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586681422046850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;That's all for now folks :) xox~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1703164914242885487?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1703164914242885487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1703164914242885487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1703164914242885487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1703164914242885487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbaL75zpdBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J9bk1O-3xIg/s72-c/IMG_9027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-6083807841470174311</id><published>2009-03-07T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:57:30.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1st of all, let me start this post by telling all of u abt the song that has been stuck in my head since last nite. It goes: Its my party n I'll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if i... etc etc (I'm sure u get the pic by now :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Moving on, I attended my nephew's 1st birthday party yesterday, n it was awesome n I ate n ate n ate. Sigh. I have been eating way too much lately :( But hey, what I ate the most was mushrooms, n I'm glad for being able to satisfy my mushroom cravings that I started having 2 weeks after I had the buffet breakfast at parkroyal, penang (this was sumtime in October last year. That is one long craving k) Another good news, my aunt made pavlova n sugee cake :D darn, more food. Aiyo, i'm becoming such a pig. SOMEBODY SAVE MEEEEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;On another note, I want a new handphone lar... my current one punya programming is becoming cacat, so that all memory cards I use in this phone malfunctions. I lurve lurve lurve this phone a lot, seriously, coz its been so good to me. I've dropped it like a gadzillion times n I've got it wet a few times, n it still works. I love Nokia, the phones are so durable. N for such a slim phone, it sure is loud (mine seems to be louder than other phones of the same model, dont ask me y).. Its louder than many sony walkman phones :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Plus, it was a 21st b'day present from my dad, so it also has sentimental value. BUT, I think its abt time to change it.. sigh.  It wud be nice if I can get another phone with a better camera, lots of memory and good speakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbN1meUlw1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5HyXF6yhJBc/s1600-h/nokia-6600-slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbN1meUlw1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5HyXF6yhJBc/s400/nokia-6600-slide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310717689434850130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I nak Nokia 6600 slide (n no, the 6600 fold n slide models do not have same specs.. the slide supports up to 8 GB micso SD n fold one doesnt even support 1GB microSD... only 512 -_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4th topic : I can't believe I'm turning 23 tmr O.o wah, time is moving so fast! damn. N the weird thing is, I dont even feel like my birthday is coming. A few das back, I woke up n saw the date, n I was thinking, hmm.. sumthing is coming up soon, but I dont know what. Much later, after lunch, my cousin called me asking if I wil be attending my nephew's party. Then she asked me when i wil be going back to campus. I said "monday" n then she said 'oh, going back on ur birthday? stay n celebrate then go la" n then I was like, OMG! THAT'S the occasion that's coming up soon -___-""  weird rite? I'm getting old *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;5th : I haven't started my research project and my project supervisor is on a 1 month break in India, I need some strains of padi that the lab doesnt have so I have to go to MARDI in Kelantan to get them (yea rite, how the heck am I gonna achieve that?!) I have mid-terms right after my birthday (so much for the word 'birthday') and there's a research project presentation (kind of a what have u done so far thingy) nxt month. MY SUPERVISOR IS ONLY GONNA BE BACK NEXT MONTH. Stab me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;6th: My dad said I shud work as a teacher if I don't get a job with my degree qualification when I graduate later this year. Work awhile then maybe go for my masters. So much for my dream of working as an air-stewardess n saving up a lot of money fast then going on to masters. A teacher. A TEACHER. ME? the thought alone is enough to depress me.... sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7th: Speaking of getting old, doctor stephen had tea with me n neenu twice in 1 week! N I was just blogging abt how I miss him... yay. He has lost so much of weight, n looks good. Not bad for a man who's had a heart attack and a stroke after that -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It was fun catching up with him. In case ur wondering why I'm suddenly talking abt him, he called to give me his advanced birthday wishes. N can tell me that he will call me tmr IF he remembers... IF! wah... thanx ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The lepot has been on for a long time, n its warm, so I'm gonna go sumwhr cooler... that's all for the updates anyway.. This post is so colourful la, like candies! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss u a lot. N even if u dont realize this, things have definitely changed between us. Dont bother denying it. I miss the old you, and the way we were. I know I'm nobody to tell u what to do, but bring him back! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Adios~ xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-6083807841470174311?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/6083807841470174311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=6083807841470174311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6083807841470174311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/6083807841470174311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SbN1meUlw1I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5HyXF6yhJBc/s72-c/nokia-6600-slide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-4185515453095069970</id><published>2009-02-14T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:55:22.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;First Beat Vol 5 was awesome :) I'm so glad I attended. N I'm glad Shang agreed to be my 'date' and my Valentine, as well as my co-groupie for the band Cutter-Freaks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;This was such a nice day.. N then it turned bad right after the clock struck 12. Sigh. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Its ok, I'm gonna sleep in tmr. And hopefully when I wake up, I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*Nobody has cooked for me before, especially the candlelit dinner n all... must say its the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. You thought of everything, right down to the sparkling juice :) N the meal was dee-licious. Thank u very much. I'm very touched.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day everyone. xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-4185515453095069970?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4185515453095069970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=4185515453095069970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4185515453095069970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4185515453095069970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V-Day'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1135536730157884916</id><published>2009-01-30T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:47:06.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TODAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;My mother finally admitted she made a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My mother admitted how much my aunt had done for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My mother said that my aunt is..was.. a saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;My mother owned up to being a lousy mother to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My mother agreed that my brother got more affection from her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My mother admitted her jealousy at our bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My mother wished she was more like her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;the truth is out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; is a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1135536730157884916?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1135536730157884916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1135536730157884916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1135536730157884916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1135536730157884916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='Today..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-33338104082509796</id><published>2009-01-29T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:15:30.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Today, my mum made me clean out some shelves coz she needed the storage space.. those shelves were previously in my room, where i used to store my assortment of nonsenses.. I never imagined cleaning them out will be such a trip down memory lane..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;1stly, I found the journal I used to keep in Form 5. My English teacher made my class write a page in the journal daily as a way of improving our command of the English language.. N boy, did I write rubbish. Well, its not as bad as my diary in the scale of immaturity la, since i censored a bit (have to pass up to the teacher mah.. cant really go pages n pages abt Raphael n how hot he is :P) (btw, Raphael is a capoeira instructer whose class has a gym session right after my cheerleading team's gym session, n he was seriously a hottie :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;That journal was written during the time when I newly got together with my 1st bf.. nothing much abt him mentioned in there, but there are things I wrote that reminded me of what happened in my turbulent teenage years. Like when I wrote I had totally no slp the night before, I remember my all-night fight with him.. etc etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There was also a few cards from friends wishing me a Happy Birthday over the years.. it was nice reading what they wrote again :) a letter from Sharmila that she sent me when i got 'buang negeri' to KL.. i had forgotten how close we were.. sigh. A Christmas card from Adam in which he had drawn an Eskimo winter scene with an igloo n a cute penguin. He drew this with a pen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Adam is one amazing artist.. I remember in school in form 6, I had cut my hair short (my aunt made me do it, dont ask) and before school started, I had long hair almost down to my waist. One day after a mock muet exam, waiting for the papers to be collected, Adam drew a picture of me from the back. Only it wasnt me, it was a girl with long wavy hair almost down to her wait, JUST LIKE MY HAIR :) When he showed me the drawing I was so impressed, the scene was just right (the chair, tables around me, my stationeries) n he told me that in his mind, this is how I am.. not with short hair. The best part is, I cut my hair before starting school, n he has not seen me before that. cool eh? I lurve his drawings la.. now I dont even have his contact number (i did, until he changed his number -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Speaking of drawings, there was a sketch of my face done by my 2nd bf.. he drew it from a picture he had with him i think. Or was it one of my Friendster pics.... *hmm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The sketch is captioned "My Angel"... sigh. How is it that 2 ppl who talked to each other every single day for hours each time n who thought they loved each other end up not talking? We parted on good terms, n we did have a looong chat on MSN some time back, clearing out the air.. before that things were kinda strange. But he has another gf now, n its better if I stay out of his life. Is there such a thing as "remaining friends" after a break-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Also from him, a bouquet wrapper with its ribbons intact and the florist's note.. I still remember the beautiful 12 red roses :) After breaking up, I asked my mum to throw them away, but apparently, she decided to save them because she thought I would have regretted throwing it away.. Well, she's probably right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There was also my gamebook, which I used to jot down all my thoughts and important info abt Maple Story :)  And loas of Hrithik Roshan posters... lolx! I was sooo in love with him at that time.. And there's a poster of Kelly Hu as wel.. Coloured pencils, colouring pens (u know, we used to call them magic pens i think), an empty box of chocolates that I saved... coz the chocs were delicious :P I got them for Valentine's day from someone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;And a starglobe that I got for my birthday from Dr. Stephen.. Dr Stephen was the resident AIMST doctor in Amanjaya.. He was also working in Strand Hospital as a consultant.. he brought me to the annual dinner function (arveena was supposed to come as well, but last min tak jadi.. n I have no idea why he didn't bring the wife instead).. after dinner, while walking back to the car, i looked up and happened to mention that the nite sky looks beautiful, coz of the many stars... he then asked me if i liked stars (like, duh, i said yes).. n then i got the starglobe for my birthday :) Got me a cake too! He's a nice guy... no longer working in aimst tho :( n he recently suffered a stroke :( I miss him la. If I had a car of my own (with GPS, lolx..) I'd go visit him at his house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;There was also a packet of one sen coins.. I was really puzzled abt why I was keeeping that when i remembered.. My (deceased) aunt used to pay me 1/2 sen for every white hair i plucked out of her scalp... as in, she'd say that she'l pay me but she never did, except for that one time she happened to have a few 1 sen coins with her n she gave them to me.. n i kept the coins in my purse for luck... n after her cancer I separated the coins and packed them in the packet. I also have a tshirt that she bought for me.. I never wore that shirt coz it was the last thing she got me. I want it to be brand new always... If my mum had let me frame the shirt, I would -_- but she didn't ( I wonder y :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Gosh, this is quite a long post.. didn't know my ramblings can reach such lengths :) i'll blog abt my recent activities in the next post... till then :) xox~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-33338104082509796?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/33338104082509796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=33338104082509796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/33338104082509796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/33338104082509796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-667154780921318183</id><published>2008-12-29T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:06:12.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I'm trying something from my bestie &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Leave me your name in the comment box and i will do the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 3. I'll pick a color I feel suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; 10. If you play, you MUST do the same for me and post this on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;I left my name in her comment box, n this is what she replied me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;":D finally u've come... *does the yoda* ok here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Everything about us is random, honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; The Way I Are- Timbaland feat. Kerri Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 3. I'll pick a color I feel suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I'm not divorcing. And i'm NOT sharing u with my husband. Mwah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Chatty and friends with EVERYBODY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Closet Party Animal. hahaha no laa... Birds of Paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; How can u actually layan me when u r so god-awfully-worn-out-exhausted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Everything about u, the part being that u r my other half, my annoyingly-bubbly-yet-abso-fucking-lutely-awesome bestie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Why must u stay so far? :( "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Now, I have to do the same for her.. not as easy as I thought -_-" but here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; 1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  Your sudden bursts of philosophical similes when we're having a girl talk.. some of them are SO farnee la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; 2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  Your Lullaby - Icarus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; 3. I'll pick a color I feel suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Every colour suits u larr.. but if i had to choose i'd say white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm glad that my 1st husband is sooo nice. Tho 'he' is younger. N shorter :P hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; **peace, dont kill me**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Chee Wei's gf :D That's what I assumed la.. U were in, short skirt, very the comel.. and u guys were walking arnd school, getting u registered in form 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; A beautiful white dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; How do u keep your complexion so smooth and lovely ALL the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; The fact that we're so similar, yet so different! N your hands.. i duno y, but i like them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;  9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; Same here, we're too far apart :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you play, you MUST do the same for me and post this on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Arveena  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Absolute Pears!!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Zara zara touch me (you know y :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 3. I'll pick a color I feel suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; CS that doesnt stand for Central Square or Convenience Store ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, good student, teacher's pet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A persian cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; How do u layan so much of crap from so many different ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Eyelashes count? :P What abt small ribcage? :P :P ok lar, i like ur sense of humor.. it clicks with mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; 9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Ur temper :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;10. If you play, you MUST do the same for me and post this on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;adios... xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-667154780921318183?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/667154780921318183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=667154780921318183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/667154780921318183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/667154780921318183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-trying-something-from-my-bestie-3.html' title=''/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1078287717109346654</id><published>2008-12-18T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:19:40.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My seniors were not kidding when they told me 3rd year is very hectic and stressful... its only my 1st sem of my final year &amp;amp; I can't take it already... what a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But I'm here now, just to upload some pics... and comment about them la of course  :P These are some nice things that took place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;There was a farewell for my seniors... this is me and Neenu in the pic :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Wow, time is moving so fast... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxtJp0pI/AAAAAAAAACo/M2bH5-0Eycg/s1600-h/Oscar+nite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxtJp0pI/AAAAAAAAACo/M2bH5-0Eycg/s320/Oscar+nite2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281125626444108434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the next farewell will be for my batch @.@ And I will be graduating... and starting to work.. scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And this was my date for the farewell :) Nadia is from Kenya... She was the best date ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVmMkdacI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6IO8NdLnBWM/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVmMkdacI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6IO8NdLnBWM/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281127627742865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I got my hands henna-ed... RM5 for both hands, its a bargain! :) This was done on the same night that I manned a stall selling french fries, nuggets and sausages for charity.. Arveena helped..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxoaxyZI/AAAAAAAAACg/z9AZrPZhsWE/s1600-h/Henna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxoaxyZI/AAAAAAAAACg/z9AZrPZhsWE/s320/Henna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281125625173756306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Clockwise from Left: Ju Lin (my junior), me :P, my lecturer Dr Lisa and Jasmine (in purple) the henna artist and also my junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;This is how they turned out :) In the pics they faded a bit d, coz it was like, 3-4 days after i did it... forgot to take a pic before that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxWdrxjI/AAAAAAAAACY/2PHshul01kk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxWdrxjI/AAAAAAAAACY/2PHshul01kk/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281125620354106930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxW9ZqcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n-3HQ7WUm20/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxW9ZqcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n-3HQ7WUm20/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281125620487137730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;They turned out to be very red.. Apparently, that means my future mother-in-law will like me...yayy :D Now, its time to find a future husband :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Before that there was the Aimst Deepavali Cultural Night.. Pic with my friend Miron... Miron is from Bangladesh... his baju is also from there, n I think his baju is awesome... Fully gold embroidered tau, dont play play :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVnYw6FTI/AAAAAAAAADY/w1vlxFHPihA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVnYw6FTI/AAAAAAAAADY/w1vlxFHPihA/s320/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281127648196171058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Of course there were loads of other things that happened which I don't have pics for.. like, I watched Bolt and Madagascar (both good, i liked them!) and the sausage sandwich party we had (Shang, Neenu and me)...twice! :P I watched Jumper and Russell Peter's Red,White and Brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;There was a trip to McDonalds in which I ended up spending hours in The Body Shop (o yea, cik Laavanya Selvaraja, go check out the price of the limited Christmas Edition lip balms... RM23 ok... u and ur "it has alwiz been RM18"  -__-) and 'the pink shop' :) I don't know the name of this shop, but omg, its SO pink, can go blind... the body lotions there are so heavenly la tho... *longing sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Nice phone calls were from Noddy, Choo and Vynnie. Haven't talked to these ppl for ages and their recent calls were really long, nice and informative on the catching-up department.. Thanx for calling yea :) (I doubt Vynnie reads my blog, or even knows of its existence, but thanx anyway :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpYxm3JQTI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rini6nXF6L4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpYxm3JQTI/AAAAAAAAADg/Rini6nXF6L4/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281131122314002738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And then there was the full moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Apparently, this was the biggest and closest full moon since some time in the 1970s.. N I have pics of it! :) Coz it seriously looked huge... n it was SO low.. I know its perspective, but check out the picture... its lower than the street light -_- cool kan? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6HcH4F3UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2BQFWX9x4ho/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6HcH4F3UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2BQFWX9x4ho/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282308330172570946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And my weekend in KL (Kelvin's hse) which was spent partying and clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  Had loads of fun but ended up feeling very tired and kinda broke :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; I broke my specs at the club there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;  so my next weekend back home, eating good food, getting my supply of fresh fruits, getting some new clothes and getting my specs fixed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(ended up having to get new specs tho :( Kesian my dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6GS1CUFJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOPbBlG10xE/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6GS1CUFJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOPbBlG10xE/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282307070984721554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here are the not-so-nice things that has happened lately...&lt;br /&gt;We had to make a field trip to a waste water treatment plant (initially I thought it was sewage treatment... turned out to be a combo..ugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The only nice thing abt that day was the journey to and back where we played some funny games in the bus.. a modified truth or dare game... and when the field trip was over, about half the class had dinner in the same shop (unplanned... we were there then more and more ppl started coming in) and that was nice too.. The shop was basically full of my classmates n me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6GRgJOWyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-fM56wN_hAA/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6GRgJOWyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/-fM56wN_hAA/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282307048196692770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I dont understand why my lecturers insist on bringing us on smelly field trips.. on the previous field trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;, we had to go to a cow farm to see artificial insemination taking place.. The cow farm had a really bad stink of cow dung.. and while watching the artificial insemination demo (meaning everyone was crowded around the cow's bum) the cow did a no.2, splattering those closest to it... I was waaaay at the back, luckily :D&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my mum that day, coz before going to the cow farm, we went to a milk pasteurization centre that was near my house :) so my mum came over to say hi :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had to dissect some insects... for Medical Entomology class.. here is the excretory system of a cockroach.. the picture is not clear, and be happy for that, coz trust me, you do not want to see a cockroach's excretory system clearly =_=" In this pic, the cockroach is half squashed, all legs cut off and half the body is torn open.. plus the internal organs have been rearranged for better viewing... and suddenly, the chloroform wore of and it started twitching!!! As I took this pic, it was shaking its mandibles and antenna at me -____-" Kesemangatan.... No wonder they can live up to 3 weeks after their heads are chopped off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVmSAnlRI/AAAAAAAAADA/NCEdEI3c51U/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpVmSAnlRI/AAAAAAAAADA/NCEdEI3c51U/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281127629203150098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Other things which I don't have a pic for would be the endless lab reports and assignments *sob sob* Tomorrow morning I have a presentation... And here I am blogging when I should be working on either my presentation or my 2 lab reports due tmr :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;After a gruelling morning of presentations, and lab reports being handed in during the day, I am gonna watch a movie with Arveena.. This weekend is gonna be our chill-out, de-stress weekend..yayy. And after that there is a birthday party that I have been invited to.. On Saturday I'm planning to SLEEPPPPP as MUCH and as LONG as I possibly can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Probably have a nice long pampering shower... facial mask and eye mask all (che wahh).. clean my room (yes Noddy, i will actually do it this time, coz my parents are visiting on Sunday :P) and basically chill out... I'm expecting to be more stressed later since my finals start in the 1st week of January :'( And lets not even talk about the library project that I will have to pass up some time during the exams..  Maybe if I ignore it, it will disappear *wishes fervently*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ok, venting time over... back to work now... ciao ppl :) xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1078287717109346654?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1078287717109346654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1078287717109346654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1078287717109346654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1078287717109346654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/12/hectic-life.html' title='Hectic life'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SUpTxtJp0pI/AAAAAAAAACo/M2bH5-0Eycg/s72-c/Oscar+nite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-7142767094067151723</id><published>2008-10-31T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:25:20.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely.....</title><content type='html'>Been on a long break from blogging, while a lot of strange things have happened to me. For once, I was admitted in the hospital for 2 days coz of some weird virus that infected my kidneys. I had to take RM167 worth of drugs in less than a week. My poor liver. Then had to undergo X-ray, ultrasound, go for blood test n urine analysis -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMF7_SYbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CoVgqYZKx0Y/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMF7_SYbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CoVgqYZKx0Y/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263313885654573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After blood sample was taken. The plaster so big, it only stayed on for a few seconds -_-" Can see it here, straining to get loose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMFqOdFPI/AAAAAAAAABw/aNg2rRr6C-A/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMFqOdFPI/AAAAAAAAABw/aNg2rRr6C-A/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263313880886351090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMFZvcNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/wrS_YjElA20/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMFZvcNMI/AAAAAAAAABo/wrS_YjElA20/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263313876461302978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed. Beside a window, got view :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided against putting up the pic of me in the hosp gown. Coz it looks so yucks. Its not gown exactly la, more like top n bottm. Dull grey colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed an test, had to go get an mc from the emergency ward, saw a man die from bullet wounds (4 bullets... yikes) and have to do something I have been afraid of since I entered uni. I wil have to undergo viva for my missed test. No written answer, its like an interview. Answers on the spot. And the dean will be there. Yoikes la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st time, I drove my cousins around, met my bro's gf and had dinner with my bro, his best friends, his gf AND my cousins. I got Diwali money from my bro :) My bro drove me to my maternal grandma's house. And introduced his gf to my paternal grandma. Oooh, I made a Diwali deco at 6.45 am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsPF8F0ywI/AAAAAAAAACI/LQ54MWqPn2g/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsPF8F0ywI/AAAAAAAAACI/LQ54MWqPn2g/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263317184216877826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsPE04ZPJI/AAAAAAAAACA/-PUqGTMAqcg/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsPE04ZPJI/AAAAAAAAACA/-PUqGTMAqcg/s320/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263317165101628562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice kan kan kan kan kan? They are so pwetty la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone now, have been for the whole day. That might explain the title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;I have made some major decisions in life. Trying to turn over a new leaf. Need to stop fooling around n start taking life more seriously. Last year in Uni already and I cant significantly remember what I have learnt for the past 2 years. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad retiring next year summore. N I will have to start working. My biggest fear (not having money) seems likely to come true, with the economic depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, parents are on the way back now, with my dinner... char koay teow! Just got a call from them. Oh well, toodles~! xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-7142767094067151723?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/7142767094067151723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=7142767094067151723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7142767094067151723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/7142767094067151723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/10/lonely.html' title='Lonely.....'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SQsMF7_SYbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CoVgqYZKx0Y/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-498875563875049218</id><published>2008-09-27T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:10:58.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol money</title><content type='html'>The definition of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; life : When you are not living at home, you have a car and you are free to drive it around everywhere at anytime but you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DON'T HAVE MONEY FOR PETROL&lt;/span&gt;. So you're stuck with a car that doesn't really function to bring you around. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me right now. My friend went back to KL and left his car with me for a week. This is when I realize that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;money truly makes the world go round&lt;/span&gt;. I have enough petrol to drive back home on Monday after class. And enough money for the toll. And some spare for emergencies (just in case la... mana tau kan) So I should just &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;not open my wallet&lt;/span&gt; at all till I reach back home. End of the month is a biatch la. Especially this month when I spent most of my allowance in KL (teehee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something happened to day that made me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;happy &lt;/span&gt;:) I woke up kind of late, didn't feel like rushing down to eat in the cafe (they stop serving food at 2, I woke up at around 1.30... by the time I mandi and all.. well, was just not in the mood to rush la..) Plus, I'm vegetarian on Sundays so I was thinking that the food wouldn't be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;superbly wonderful&lt;/span&gt; anyway. But then my room mate came up at like, 2.30 saying the food was great, even the vegetarian side, and they were still serving when she left the cafe. By this time I was done bathing, getting dressed, whatever.. basically, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ready to face the world&lt;/span&gt; la. So after hearing that, I changed into a pair of my old jeans and went down. But when I reached down they packed up d.. *sniff sniff* I asked one of the cafe workers if they were still serving, he went like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;its 2.40pm rite&lt;/span&gt;? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, there was another guy listening to the conversation. He was a cafe worker too.. He asked me if I am hungry, I said I was just a bit &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt; la.. then he asked me why I didnt come down earlier.. I told him I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;overslept&lt;/span&gt;, coz I was awake till almost 6am this morning (this is true.. I have witnesses :P those that were &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;chatting with me, u know who you are..) Anyway, he then told me that there was a lot of food left... for the workers (basically he was telling me he should not be doing what he is gonna do la... as in, its against the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;rules of the establishment&lt;/span&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So students are not supposed to have access to it... BUT he doesn't mind packing something for me if I want him to :D SUCH A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NICE&lt;/span&gt; GUY!!! :D Now can you see me resisting an offer like that? hehe.. I told him I'm vegetarian, and he said he'll only pack the vegetarian food for me. And boy, did he.. there was way too much food in the end. I was like offering it to everyone in my unit. The amount of papadams itself was enough for a meal. He packed rice with sambar, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6 (read: SIX)&lt;/span&gt; vegetarian dishes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mushroom, fried cauliflower, fried bittergourd, papadams, some potato dish &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; some vegetable dish&lt;/span&gt; (I dont know the name of the vegetable, sorry :P) When he came out of the kitchen with the big plastic bag (with a tupperware in it) I just went like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;*big eyes* WOW&lt;/span&gt;! (yea, so jakun-fied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am now... blogging on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;very full stomach&lt;/span&gt; :D Maybe I'm being biased or maybe it was just coz I was hungry... But I must say lunch was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;extreeeeemely good&lt;/span&gt; today :) I dont know why, but I feel really good.. Its things like these that restores my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; in mankind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later ppl... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-498875563875049218?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/498875563875049218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=498875563875049218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/498875563875049218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/498875563875049218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/09/petrol-money.html' title='Petrol money'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-4730023477756834627</id><published>2008-09-21T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:29:51.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have no classes on Friday till after my mid-sems when library project starts (Fridays have been allocated fully for library projects). I wanted to go back home coz mum's been calling me back to do Diwali shopping (its on 27th October, so fast! Time is really flying nowadays) But in the end, plan was cancelled coz we had some so-called replacement classes on Saturday. So, I didnt go back, AND i had to wake up early on a Saturday morning. Got dressed and all, n after waiting half hour for the lecturer to show up, we finally found out that the class was cancelled. Not only that, ALL the classes I had that day was cancelled. AND ( babi betul!), the lecturers didnt even inform the students. Damn it all to hell, I could have gone back home lah...sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But anyway, the weekend was not wasted. I met up a friend that I haven't seen for some time, went for a nice long walk, had a nice long chat, watched LOTR 1 (Legolas....*swoon*) and generally chilled out :) On Sunday, I went to CS for dinner... I had chocolate fondue!! For desert la... dinner was, Spaghetti Marinara and Lamb Chop (share share with Shang) I also tasted the other meals, Unagi fried rice and Tokyo Chicken Chop.. The Unagi in the fried rice tasted just like the one I had in Sakae Sushi with Choo :D (Unagi is eel ppl) The food was good... Marinara is just a tad salty for my taste tho, I'll stick with carbonara n boloignaise from now on :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I had chocolate flavoured bubble milk tea, Shang had a mango+ yoghurt mocktail, Kelv had a mocktail too, but I dont remember the name. It tasted of strawberry, lime, orange, mint n some other things... kinda cool :) Megalz had iced lemon tea. She just went for the safe 'tried n tested' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;dishes.. chicken chop n iced lemon tea. My bubble drink was nice, but I must say it tasted a lot like Milo :P The way I mix my Milo I mean :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SNYSprswC1I/AAAAAAAAABI/YctpDMMj-4Q/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SNYSprswC1I/AAAAAAAAABI/YctpDMMj-4Q/s320/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248402923061250898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yuuummm..This is how my Milo is made. So thick that the density allows the straw to stand straight up ;) ( o yea, that is my right foot n slipper under the table, and Neenu's pink purse on the table, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I did not remember to take pics of the food before eating it.. I did however, take a pic of the finished choc fondue set :D Can see some bits of melted choc that were not properly scraped off in the mug. And the candle burning under it to keep the chocolate melted :) It was really yummy.. according to Shang, the chef who made it looked yummy too.. but I didn't see him, my back was facing the kitchen :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6KEEzz0SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d5UU-vQCFMw/s1600-h/IMG0018A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SU6KEEzz0SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/d5UU-vQCFMw/s320/IMG0018A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282311215567327522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;After dinner we walked around n bought some stuff.. I got a bunch of necklaces n got my present from Choo fixed.. then we watched Death Race. That is one cool movie. Jason Statham punya body in there is seriously worship-worthy.. I want la.... sigh.. I mean I want him, not a body like his -_-" To quote my friend (who shall remain unnamed due to reasons of.... er... dignity :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"If it LOOKS that GOOD... Imagine how it would FEEL" Yes babe, I'm imagining it alright :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;OK, his body is not the only reason to go for the movie la, the stunts are damn cool n the cars... oh la la... Plus the babe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SNYcZu0mmqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5rm0L22XyWo/s1600-h/Death+Race+babe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SNYcZu0mmqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5rm0L22XyWo/s320/Death+Race+babe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248413644137863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Awesome ;) Its a nice movie to watch in the theater..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; My only complaint is 34k died... He was so many hamsems la... MIT graduate and 10th generation triad leader, woo.. what a combo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ops, i gtg... running late for the MU vs Chelsea match... Need to mandi n have dinner 1st before my friend comes to pick us up. Special mention to Noddy who has been messaging me everyday with some nice, cheerful smses ever since he found out I have been feelin a lil down... thank u!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright guys... over and out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-4730023477756834627?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/4730023477756834627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=4730023477756834627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4730023477756834627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/4730023477756834627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SNYSprswC1I/AAAAAAAAABI/YctpDMMj-4Q/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-5806798138189925915</id><published>2008-09-17T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:09:11.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that in my post entitled "POST TWO", I was laughing at my friend for asking me if I planned to stay back in my grandma's place after clubbing. Not so long after that (within the month actually) I actually did go clubbing n then went back to my grandma's house at like, 4 am. Good thing My abovementioned friend wasn't in the club that nite, he would definitely have had the last laugh -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short post, just wanted to comment on what I have commented on up there :P But seriously folks, let us all take back a lesson from this. I already use this motto. Its called "never say never" :) Watch American Tail to know where I learnt it from. And mind you, I watched it like, when I was 6 or 7... early learner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles... xox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-5806798138189925915?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/5806798138189925915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=5806798138189925915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/5806798138189925915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/5806798138189925915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-realized-that-in-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1849916240500167695</id><published>2008-09-17T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:35:04.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No reason why..</title><content type='html'>This post was supposed to be telling the details of my wonderful term break where I spent 10 days in the state of Selangor.. Staying with my 'hubby' :) However, I dont feel like detailing it now la... Feeling blue :( N I don't know the reason why. I woke up at almost 2.30 pm today. Slept last nite at almost 4. Couldn't sleep before that, was tossing and turning in my bed. And i was tossing and turning in my sleep as well. Bad dreams that I don't remember. No classes today, just for this week, coz lab starts next week. I shud be glad i have no classes, but.... duno la. As Shang would say, I'm having my ngongek face on. Trying to snap out of it, but lacking the willpower. And motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came back to my hostel in SP, life has been so strange. I feel like there is no purpose in my life anymore. I know mountains can't exist without valleys, n God knows I've was on a very high mountain during my break. But I was in a long valley before that, n its so unfair that I have to go down so low so soon again. I think Semeling is just a very depressing place. Any place where there are so many busybodies must be very depressing. Places where ppl want to know everything about you, not coz they like u, but so that they can diss u. Like, wth rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided I cant go on living like this anymore. I want a life with way less drama, where I spend more time doing things that I like to do, n not what ppl want me to do. I'm not talking abt things like studying la, thats different. Those are responsibilities. I mean, I wil stop spending time doing things that make me hate my life, that make me feel like I have no control over the path my life is leading. I am gonna stop giving a rat's ass about things that I hear about me that are not true. Yea, I have been saying that I don't care for a long time, but it stil hurts so bad that ppl who don't even know me can be biased about me coz of things they hear about me. WHICH&lt;br /&gt;ARE NOT TRUE! (I don't think I wil ever stop getting amazed about this fact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ppl dont want to talk to me or return my smile due to their whatever pre-conceived notions, that is their loss. True friends of mine would clear up things with me. Those that stop being my friends without even asking for my side of the story can get lost. For those that go around spreading these shit about me, I only have one word  -&gt; KARMA. I love karma :) N I know my best friends don't judge me. I don't judge them. They are there for me, and that is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also gonna start doing the things that I have wanted to do but never dared to due to caring about what "the public" will think. Screw the public. They aren't gonna be feeding me when I am hungry or paying my salary when I work. One good thing about Semeling is I HAVE found certain ppl that are nice la. Habeeb for one (I'm listening to Ruby Tuesday now.. thanx Habeeb :&gt;) Kelvin for another. He  might be a pest most times but he's not a bad person and he does have my best interests at heart.. I am thankful for them. Life is much more bearable when u have some ppl that can be depended on. N I will not have survived even this long without Neenu. My twin :) Muax babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noddy just texted me :) N suddenly, I feel better. I wish you weren't so far away la.. my break has made me realise just how much easier my life would have been with my good friends around me. And this makes me sad, coz I miss the ppl I love. They are so far away :(&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the fact that all my single friends suddenly seem to have a significant other is contributing to my "depression" (for lack of a better word). They are either dalam process or coupled up d. Hmm... food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while at the gym, I was watching some ppl play badminton, and suddenly, i missed playing badminton so much that I actually had a physical ache in my chest. I had to stretch so I could breathe properly again, and I felt like crying. I wish I could go back to those days where my bro and I would play badminton during the school holidays at 11pm... under the streetlights.. and Dony would come join later on.. and we would play till we got too tired to even move, then we'll sit under the moon n stars and talk about the most inane topics... anything that enters the brain.. n yes, I even miss my bro and Dony bullying and teasing me mercilessly... And then it would get too late and Dony would just spend the nite in my house.. And I will be able to hear them laughing in the next room about whatever it was that they laughed about as I drifted off to sleep in my comfy room with its comfy bed and comforter and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I would do to that dude who stole my badminton rackets in AIMST when I see him would be to slap him senseless. Unfortunately (or maybe its fortunately..), I don't think I will be seeing him again. My lovely state-sponsored rackets that I won tournaments with. SIGH. Anyway, I will be headed to the gym soon. Neenu is already dressed to go. Maybe I will look at ppl playing badminton again today. Never say never..  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1849916240500167695?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1849916240500167695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1849916240500167695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1849916240500167695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1849916240500167695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-reason-why.html' title='No reason why..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-2517714991070264104</id><published>2008-08-19T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:40:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy, hazy days..</title><content type='html'>I've got pics of the clubbing mentioned in previous 2 posts :) I cant seem to post images here though... hmm.. what is up with that? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Laavanya&lt;/span&gt;: I know you're reading this, so tell me what's up with that k. Anywayz, its been a long time :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hello readers :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has been going on in my life lately.. hmm.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;CH is having chicken pox..&lt;/span&gt; (ok that was random)&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was awesome, dinner out in this new place in SP that is kind of cool. Each dining group gets a lil hut of their own, with lamps and everything. The portions were small though, but the food was good and the drinks were (to quote my friend) &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;'heaven juice'&lt;/span&gt; :) Too bad none of us had the brains to take pics. But then again, since I am unable to post pics here, I guess it doesn't really matter. I think it is more of a drinking place... Yum cha and hang out, not go there to eat. Like Old Town White Coffee :) It has a live band on weekends, some magic show thingy on Thursdays (family day for the restaurant) and you can go fishing for your meal there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;A little girl caught a huge prawn &lt;/span&gt;when I was there, her family was so happy, lolx.. it was kinda cool. I mean in the restaurant pond la, not in the sea. I really liked the ambiance there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was lunch with this same bunch of friends in a different shop. Lunch was not so nice. Mine was by far the best tho, thankfully. I still don't know how the others managed to finish their meals, when it tasted like that. Kudos to them la  :P I should start eating food in the cafe again.. I'm wasting my parents money AND my own pocket money by eating out, since the food is paid for together with my hostel fees. But the food just sucks SO bad la. Even now my room mate is having some stomach and bowel issues thanks to the food consumed there. Exam season, I just don't dare -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I miss Penang food~~~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality, I have a paper tomorrow. Subject: Cell Technology &amp;amp; Genetic Transformation&lt;br /&gt;Somebody stab me. I never knew there were so many ways u can change the genetic components of a cell la, till there is a whole subject for it for an entire semester. Bluekz. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I remember skipping the Statistics chapter in Add Maths for my SPM because I SO hated that chapter, only to have it come out as an entire paper in STPM (a.k.a. Pure Maths Paper 2). And now, doing my degree, I have 3 different subjects involving Statistics! Biostatistics, Population Genetics &amp;amp; Animal and Plant Breeding. And this is just so far. Gawd knows what subjects will come back to haunt me next year, imagine if my research project was something to do with statistics as well... Ugh.. talk about skipping the wrong topic. &lt;/span&gt;But according to seniors, the paper I have tomorrow will either be VERY EASY or VERY TOUGH. Its a do or die kind of paper, depending on your luck. So come on people, keep your fingers crossed for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, I better go hit the books. O yea, status report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Exams: so far so good.  No one has to start buying black clothes for my funeral yet (touch wood!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Emotional well-being: ok - ok la. The ppl who know me well will know why I am updating this status. 24th August 24th August. I have a paper on the 25th August, I wonder how that will go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;*food for thought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tak makan lagi la today, since I woke up. Just had a glass of milk. Hungry now. I want to mum mum and study redi. Laterz~! &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-2517714991070264104?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2517714991070264104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=2517714991070264104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2517714991070264104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2517714991070264104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/08/got-pics-of-us-clubbing.html' title='Lazy, hazy days..'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1296279228733967198</id><published>2008-08-09T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:26:52.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Three</title><content type='html'>xoxI wonder when I'm gonna stop naming my posts so lamely :P Anywayz, Friday/Saturday was FUN. The clubbing part I mean. Will post pics when I get them.. However, due to lack of sleep, no proper nutrition, air pollution, yadda yadda yadda.. I almost fell sick on Saturday.. A dose of Zyrtec (cetrrizine) and a double dose of Vit C, plus sleeping early helped :) No more blocked nose, yay..&lt;br /&gt;So today I woke up at 8.30, thanks again to my friend.. Jaya this time... WHAT is up with my friends waking me up lately? Don't you people sleep in? It's SUNDAY for goodness sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had my shower then had breakfast in the cafe after such a long time. I haven't eaten in the cafe since... Um... since... wow, I can't remember -_-" Well, I started again today. Getting broke d, need to start eating the free food again... which my dad technically paid for already la.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time to hit the books now.. wish me luck! xox~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to change the things I cannot accept;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to hide the bodies of those I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; today because they got on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And also, help me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;be careful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; I step on&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as they may be connected to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;feet I may have to kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me to always give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;12%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;23%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;40%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;5%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on Fridays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when I'm having a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;really bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it seems that people are trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;wind me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me to remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It takes 42 muscles to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 28 muscles to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only 4 to extend my arm and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE FACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1296279228733967198?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1296279228733967198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1296279228733967198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1296279228733967198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1296279228733967198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-three.html' title='Post Three'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-2413407651680456517</id><published>2008-08-07T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:49:19.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;At 10.55 am, I woke up to find Arveena all packed and ready to leave. On her 12 pm bus to KL.  Ok, we hugged, and she left n I went back to sleep. Then about one hour ago, I was woken up by text messages... As I finished replying them and prepared to doze off again, my very old friend (he's not old, the friendship is old) decided to bug my life. So I had to wake up n talk... I want to sleeepp :( Now I'm having some plans that I never made in the 1st place. Apparently, he is coming up to where I live to do some fishing and then they plan to give me a visit, maybe go yum cha somewhere then send me back to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh, I can't yum cha with u guys in the evening, I might be late coz my friend is coming to pick me up later to go to Slippery Senoritas. (SS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Him: Ooo.. you're going to SS.. *lightbulb turns on* Wait, SP got SS!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Huh? Serious? *misinterpreting the tone as a statement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: I'm asking u laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Swt... No.. The SS in Penang la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: Oh. Ok. So you will be in SS tonight. Wait, you'll be in SS tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Um.. yea, that's what I just said right? *thinking: did I just wake up, or did he?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: Oh. So you're gonna be in Penang tonight! Are you gonna stay over in your grandma's place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Hahaha... you are so farnee... You want me to stay over in my grandma's place after I finish clubbing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: Oh yea.. Good point.. Hehe.. Sorry, my bad.. But its cool though, I'll be in SS tonight as well... I think. So we're switching places la, me going to your place n you coming to my place..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: What the..! ME going to YOUR place? Oii. I was born in Penang too you know. Have u forgotten I was in the same primary school as you? Same tuition as well? zzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: I know I know la... it was a figure of speech la, meaning the place where we are staying at right now, not where we originate from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh.. Wait,you're staying in Penang Island right now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: Umm. No. I'm staying in Juru.. Beside Autocity there. O yea, did I tell you I shifted to Juru?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: No....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Him: Ok... I shifted to Juru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: Thanks for the info -_-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conversation continued in this vein, for quite some time. At least I have an excuse, I had just woken up. What was his excuse? Lolx. If you're reading this, CH, drink COFFEE! TEA is an old man's drink :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, while still on the phone with him, I dragged my @$$ out of bed and switched on my pc (Jas asked me to... loong story) and now, after hanging up, this is what I'm doing. Yes ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the episode of my life entitled "I have no life"  :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go shower and get dressed for my day out now.. where I wont study for another whole day. I'm so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~  xox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8491342985362172719-2413407651680456517?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/2413407651680456517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=2413407651680456517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2413407651680456517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/2413407651680456517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/08/post-two.html' title='Post Two'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8491342985362172719.post-1667906906655430613</id><published>2008-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:37:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One</title><content type='html'>At this time next week, I would have finished 2 exams (both of which I have not started studying for... sigh..) and yet, here I am, creating a blog. I must be insane. I had a very nice lazy day where I went to sleep at almost 5 am ( was chatting with my bestie n Vinod til like, 4 am, then did all the bedtime rituals, n had a lil girl talk with Arveena before finally falling asleep), woke up late (2.24pm I think), messaged a girlfriend almost the entire day, chocolate was my 1st meal of the day, followed by Maggi, then some porridge served in the cafe. I know, so unhealthy. Good thing parents will be coming to visit on Sunday and bringing loads of fruits, yay! I am quite the fresh fruit fanatic. I did not do ANYTHING productive, except wash my underwear, lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, I SHOULD BE STUDYING! What the hell is wrong with me?? The fact that I know I should be studying makes me unable to enjoy everything else I do ( such as eating, sleeping, idly chit-chatting, reading storybooks, bathing, watching anime, procrastinating n generally, wasting time, although I did enjoy watching The Devil Wears Prada last nite :P) n yet, when I sit down at my table, I cant focus! I tried just now, and I ended up doodling and drawing a bigger exam timetable to stick on my cupboard. Its there now, stuck with a Langkawi Eagle fridge magnet, mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I KNOW I won't be studying tomorrow because my room mate is leaving to KL, and I will be going clubbing. My room mate leaving to KL is crucial to me not studying, because she is quite hard-working, n whenever I see her studying, I feel obliged to stare at my notes for some duration of time, after which I can tell myself: "hey, at least you tried"  -___-"&lt;br /&gt;I hope after clubbing, my body will finally send a message to my brain: "You've  had enough fun,  start to concentrate on the not-so-fun stuff now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, a girl can dream :) Now I'm gonna go beautify this thing. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;ttfn... xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8491342985362172719-1667906906655430613?l=blurprincipessa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/feeds/1667906906655430613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8491342985362172719&amp;postID=1667906906655430613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1667906906655430613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8491342985362172719/posts/default/1667906906655430613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurprincipessa.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-one.html' title='Day One'/><author><name>~Blur Principessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11244089486339320980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__8_3gqCs7-o/SJtjiA2F0mI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jiItRqtHXtg/s1600-R/Image035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
