<?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-5949715</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:29.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my life...</title><subtitle type='html'>where everything comes alive...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112115393525901880</id><published>2005-07-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:38:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that it is time to change so, click &lt;a href="http://eruantale.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to direct to my &lt;strong&gt;NEW BLOG&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112115393525901880?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112115393525901880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112115393525901880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112115393525901880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112115393525901880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-decided-that-it-is-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112083688066159688</id><published>2005-07-08T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:34:40.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I told myself a lot of things. I promised myself so many empty promises. I told myself not to sigh or fall into despair that I must always stay positive and never give up no matter what. I always told myself to not be rude to my parents, to always respect them, at least on the few special days like their birthdays and Hari Raya. But, I've never kept these promises. They're broken year after year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my dad's birthday. I was so fine the whole day. Eventhough there's this awkward moment this morning when I gave him the present since my mum was the one who asked me to do it then and she sorta fought with my dad last night. I was ok. Watching tv, reading Tallie's 'novel' and doing chem and all. While I was in my brother's room, I found a long forgotten present my eldest bro gave me on one of my previous birthdays. It was a fantasy short stories book. Well, I love fantasy stories very much, so while watching Extreme Makeover, I thought I could read the introductions page as well as a story or two before I do my work. But my dad had to interrupt and ask me, "Why are you reading a storybook? Shouldn't you be revising?" I was starting to get frustrated then. I'm just the kind of person who can't be pressured, forced, agitated, provoked and such la. I replied that I'm just gonna read the intro and a story or two. Then he starts suggesting I go and do my Maths and lectured me on my Maths mid-yr results. Maths! Maths! Maths! Hearing it can already make me puke ok! Everyday got Maths in school not enough meh? I stayed till 5 plus to finish my Maths assignment5 on Wed not a step meh? It's very irritating! I told him that I just did my Chem TYS (which I really did for a few MCQ qns of Electrolysis) and that when I'm in school, I do the exercises Mr Yong gives us and when I'm at home, I do the past year papers we're supposed to do. Just as I said it, my dad challenged me, "So, if you do so much Maths, how come still fail?" Grr... I decided to retaliate and said that my problem with Maths is that I take too long to answer a qns (which is actually just part of the reason la) and geez he just had to reply, "Then work on it!" I just had to pass somesarcastic remarks as I threw thefantasy book as hard as Ican in my bro's room. I have no idea where it flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think, "Oh normal what. So?" But I hate being asked to do the things. I had alreadsy planned to do Maths over my weekend and I'd told myself I'd join the weak students for Wed lessons when they revise the whole book from the start. I thought for today I'd do some Chem qns and the Eng ws. As for the Malay compo, I thought I'd fit it somewhere tonight and tomorrow morning. But now, HE MADE ME SO STRESSED I DON'T EVEN FEEL LIKE STUDYING AT ALL!!!!! Why must he provoke me?? He kept saying, "Go and ask your bro Maths qns" day after day! Like what qns?? I haven't even do the ws and how'd I know which I  can do and which I can't. This is so infuriating!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is always planned. It's not as controlled as some teenagers out there but there's always this plan set for me! It's not like I'm restricted or something, but it's just that my plans are always ruined because there's last minute decisions. It just makes my blood boil! (Btw, remins me of Siti's qns, at what degrees do blood boils? Honestly?) My schedule is so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, getting back to the first para. The other day was my mum's birthday. I was trying to be kind, to be helpful, to be cheerful on that day and the next. I failed alright, I failed. My mum asked me to sms HER friend to ask her to e-mail me a pic she wants. I was happily blogging that day (look at 1st July or 30th June entry where it's cut short) and she had to spoil the mood. Can't she call her friend instead?? Well, obviously no. So ok fine, I was pretty angry at why she can't do it and my mouth just shoot off. I said a sharp bold "Later" and my mum got so mad at me that I don't care about her birthday, that if it's our birthday she gets things done (I didn't know what to buy her. So it was late prezzie and it's rather cheap la huh. I had reason though... School just reopened. My bro's broke. I can't spend all my money on her 'cause my dad's boirthday also coming and both my brother's are broke and my dad pretty much don't careabout birthdays, not even his sometimes.) that why must I beso defiant, why I can't do such an easy task for her. OK FINE! I took my hp and started to sms. The details: I only know she wants a pic and HER friend's malay. She didn't say any other details 'cause she's too busy putting me down (Like hello, her other two larling sons didn't even WISH her happy birthday and wealth and health and stuff. I didn't have a present in the morning, but I wished her well before I went to school and when I returned, I'd bought a scarf for her. I thought thoughts count in a way. She wears scarf so why not? She's always feeling down on her birthdays so isn't it just right I gave her some well wishes??). Back... So well, I smsed in polite fluent Malay (except for 1 sentence) and asked her friend for a pic my mum told her about (which I thought she did). So well, the next day, my my, I got ashock when I received an e-mail in ENGLISH, NO MALAY EXCEPT AT THE BEGINNING! She made me sound like I can't speak English or something (which my mum believed when I was young just because I was too shy too converse). Then the pic her friend sent was also wrong since she DID NOT tell her friendwhich pic exactly. So well, respect gone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bad at sequencing.... So well, back to the 'Maths issue'. I got so stressed up after hearing so many Maths that throwing a book damn hard is not enough and I just had to grab my head and cry in the kitchen. Always. This always happen. I felt like dropping A-Maths or better still, to just kill myself to end my misery. That's how far I was stressed up ok... I have absolutely no idea how to survive in JC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue: I wanted to write in my diary, too tired to write. I wanted to sms someone, but who? I wanted to talk about thiswith someone on msn, but I'm sure I'd get feedbacks I don't wanna hear. I had no place to vent my frustration, to cool myself, to tell all that happened, to just make myself feel better. I had nowhere to turn to but my blog... which is rather safe since no one reads it, except maybe Zakiah (thanks ya). I feel so sad. I really thought I have a bi circle of friends, that my friends would always understand. But today I realise, who would actually sit down with me and lend me an attentive ear and caring heart and just let me talk non-stop? Who would actually listen to the whole story without interrupting and just nod in aggreement? Who would actually read my smses the instant I send to them andreply immediately to reassure me. I do not know. You (whoever you are if you're reading this which I doubt anybody would read since it's so long 'cause of all the pent up feelings and alike) there, you tell me. Would you care enough to listen, to reassure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I took 1 hour to write this. At least I've stopped crying... Very sleepy now, good night dear diary. You're the only one who would listen, reassure, keep and the list goes on. Very tired now. I really feel like giving up. I've been holding to Wilson's words. C- Consistent P- Persevere F- Focus. I'm strong enough. I'll survive. Not only that, I'll prosper (dunno what word la)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112083688066159688?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112083688066159688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112083688066159688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112083688066159688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112083688066159688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-told-myself-lot-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112074154304444257</id><published>2005-07-07T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:05:43.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahoy there! Haha, not much update in my life... Same cycle everyday, school home school home. But I just feel like blogging after reading so many blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the VP told us to take someone as a role model, I've looked around and notice my classmates and friends. I think my role models would include William, Tallie, Shi Yun and Hidayah's friend, Fitri. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William -  'cause he's smart, hardworking, consistent, focused and have initiative. I say he's focused 'cause no matter what others say, he'd just do his work. He knows his goal and keeps to it. He just doesn't waver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tallie - She's just so smart! Haha... Her thinking is very matured. We can see that through her essay writing and her opinions and stuff. She's doing so well in almost all her subjects! And yet she still has time to write stories and play the piano. Wah... I get home from school I'm already so lethargic and in the weekends, I just want to rest andregain my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yun - Well, what can I say. It's obvious that she's very hardworking and consistent. Her PSLE result is a little lower than mine yet she's doing so much better in Sec school than me!!! She really has discipline... Time management too. She used to be in CO and a comittee member of Student Council and she doesn't have trouble (or at least looks so) juggling them with her schoolwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fitri - Eventhough I've only met him once, there's nothing but admiration. I like his style. Find the patterns and tactics to make your life MUCH easier! This brings me to what my brother and Mrs Tay said. Look for patterns! You'll get a clearer picture, sorta. Since 3 people have said this, perhaps I really should apply this ya? Fitri like taught me and Dayah how to do 3x3 inverse matrix and the tricks to number sequence. I was just going, "Wah.... Really??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Singapore Brainest Kid. Hmm... some of them knows better than me. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dia last episode. I think I'd better go now towatch 647km2 on Suria, the only documentary (is it that?) I ever watch. So, yeah, tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112074154304444257?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112074154304444257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112074154304444257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112074154304444257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112074154304444257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/ahoy-there-haha-not-much-update-in-my_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112056755147137778</id><published>2005-07-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:45:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lyrics to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Puteri&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kau datang tanpaku sedar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Didalam kegelapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beserta keyakinan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dan ku hanya bisa menyanyi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tentang kehidupan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tanpaku mengerti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;( korus )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dan... langit menjadi biru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dengan kehadiranmu, oh sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Adakah ini satu cabaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ataupun satu pertemuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kau puteriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kau menghias ruang istanaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kau sentuh dan kau kucup t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;anganku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Beri keyakinan di dalam jiwaku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sebagai petanda kau puteriku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;( ulang korus )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112056755147137778?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112056755147137778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112056755147137778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112056755147137778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112056755147137778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/lyrics-to-puteri-by-2d-kau-datang.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112056725609236483</id><published>2005-07-05T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:40:56.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lyrics to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cenderawasih&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cenderawasih burung kayangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tuanku putih kilau keemasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pandanglah hamba si gagak hutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sebelah mata pun hamba tak terkilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cenderawasih burung kayangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tuanku putih kilau keemasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Adumu bercadarkan pintalan gemawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tidur hamba beralas reranting hutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tak hamba terkelindan sayap dipatahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tak hamba terkilan telur hamba dipecahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hamba akur dengan suratan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hamba akur dengan kehendak Tuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hamba akur berketurunan bermandi hinaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cenderawasih burung kayangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tuanku putih kilau keemasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Kau pinta didodoikan rintikan hujan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ku mampu rintih senandung kedukaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aduhai cenderawasih pintamu keterlaluan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kau inginkan hamba kalungkan bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kau kepinginkan kerabu dari bintang berkerdipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kau dambakan rantai untaian buih lautan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112056725609236483?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112056725609236483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112056725609236483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112056725609236483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112056725609236483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/lyrics-to-cenderawasih-by-2d.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-112022995051290248</id><published>2005-07-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:59:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally... and unfortunately... the vacation was over and we're back in school. This week went pretty well. Only bad thing is I still haven't finished so many of my holiday hw - A-Maths, 1 Eng summary, 2 Eng essays and 3 lit essays. They nearly cost my life! Err... Ok, not that bad lar... Haiz, I need to buck up, pull my socks to the chin and wake up from Fantasy Island to reality, that nothing will turn out right if you didn't do the right thing. I must revise! I must do all my hw! I must concentrate in class (though that's no problem for me, honestly)! I must make the necessary changes andsacrifices in my life! It's only 3 months! Wait, rephrase: *panic* There's only 3 months left before 'O' level!!!!!!!!!! I'm nuts to even be online now instead of completing some hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry, I must stop now. I have a lot to say, but not now. I'd gotta rush. I've lost the mood to write already. Besides, I think it's just aswell I get rest. I've been feeling feverish since yesterday, haiz... Opps, forgot I promised myself not to sigh. Nvm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-112022995051290248?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/112022995051290248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=112022995051290248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112022995051290248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/112022995051290248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111969140273573757</id><published>2005-06-25T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:30:25.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just surfing the net (ya yar, eventhough I'm supposed to be finishing my hw, whatever) when I found this website on phobias. There's some funny types of phobias. But what I wanna point out is this: Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aka Sesquipedalophobia. Guess what phobia is that? It's phobia for long words... The person would just die when being told the name of the phobia he has!! HONESTLY! I mean,"Oh sir. It's just a phobia, known as Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia..." THUNK, the guy drops dead. There's another one, phobia of phobia known as phobophobia. Lol. 3 phobias in a sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111969140273573757?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111969140273573757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111969140273573757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111969140273573757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111969140273573757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-just-surfing-net-ya-yar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111969101841541309</id><published>2005-06-25T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:16:58.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I think I need to make a lyrics webpage. Been listening to Perfect 10 too much and it'd be good to store up the lyrics on a webpage... Perhaps later. There's so many songs I like so much! Let's see, to name some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/lifestylesoftherichandfamous.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous&lt;/a&gt; by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/holdon.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Hold On &lt;/a&gt;by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/tooserioustoosoon.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Too Serious Too Soon &lt;/a&gt;by Gareth Gates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/wakemeuponseptemberends.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;/a&gt; by Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/untitled.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/onelast.msnw" target="_top"&gt;One Last&lt;/a&gt; by Taufik Batisah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/thatswhyyougoaway.msnw" target="_top"&gt;That's Why (You Go Away)&lt;/a&gt; by Jascha Richter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/insideyourheaven.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Inside Your Heaven&lt;/a&gt; by Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/savemesmallville.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Save Me (Smallville)&lt;/a&gt; by Remy Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/reach.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Reach&lt;/a&gt; by S Club 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/thereason.msnw" target="_top"&gt;The Reason&lt;/a&gt; by Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/crashandburn.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Crash and Burn&lt;/a&gt; by Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/beautifulsoul.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Beautiful Soul &lt;/a&gt;by Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/soconfused.msnw" target="_top"&gt;So confused &lt;/a&gt;by 2Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate/breakaway.msnw" target="_top"&gt;Break Away &lt;/a&gt;by Kelly Clarkson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111969101841541309?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111969101841541309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111969101841541309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111969101841541309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111969101841541309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111968817789420308</id><published>2005-06-25T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T16:29:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Help! Help! It's Sat already and I still have a pile of homework!!! English and Lit lar... Make me so stressed and panicky. If not, I think I can finish up my last Maths paper. So many essays, so little time... Shi Yun, give me some of your hardworking traits le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111968817789420308?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111968817789420308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111968817789420308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111968817789420308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111968817789420308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/help-help-its-sat-already-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111946011456986776</id><published>2005-06-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:08:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweetie pinky!!! Haha, I'm in those 'pink' moods again! But still blue gal. Shall be blue gal forever! It's nearly 1 am and I can't believe my hyperactivity. Hmmz... too much sugar... Haha, remind me of Mdm Irma. Wonder how is she now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to Perfect 10. Waiting for 2 am that is... reflections time! Some of the reflections really touching. Like a few days ago, there's this story of a guy washing his car. Nearby sat a man, haggard looking and all, like a beggar. The guy washing his car noticed him watching his car and he asked, "Do you need help?" The man actually said, "Don't we all?" It's like pang! What he said is true. All of us do need help, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch 'Mr &amp; Mrs Smith' on Monday with Siti and Alia. Not a good time to go. I was fasting. I thought I'd just accompany them to TM and then I ended up in the queue and then sitting in the dark cinema. We were in the F row and I had a hell of a headache. It was hard to concentrate on the screen. I was moving around in my chair a lot! But yea, the movie was fantastic. Comedy cum action, not bad at all. Hmm... I realise Brad Pitt is hot haha. He and Angelina Jolie looks great together. They look like real couple, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what time my bro will be home today... He always come home so late then talk on the phone laughing laughing till sun's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Need to change layout again la. I'm getting tired of this 'darkness'. But get "Out of the darkness and into the sun". Opps, got carried away. Fav song currently: Break away by Kelly Clarkson. Must get a midi of that on my blog. Mononoke is getting on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... guess I'd better get back to my A-Maths. Tataz, till next time frenz, till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111946011456986776?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111946011456986776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111946011456986776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111946011456986776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111946011456986776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweetie-pinky-haha-im-in-those-pink.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111849928751957984</id><published>2005-06-11T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:14:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate robots! It's so creepy and scary! Especially when it looks like human yet not human. Read this article &lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/06/0610_050610_robot.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Robots are much stronger. What if... What if one day they defeat humans and take over the world? Brr... Never wanna live to see that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111849928751957984?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111849928751957984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111849928751957984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111849928751957984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111849928751957984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-hate-robots-its-so-creepy-and-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111849611125581534</id><published>2005-06-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:21:51.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I... I... I CUT MY LONG SILKY BLACK/BROWN HAIR!!!! Yup I did! Shoulder-length, suddenly feels light-headed lol. Tie up also rather easy, don't have to pull so long. Of course I'm gonna miss my french braid and all but I had to do this. It's such a hot weather and long hair sometimes gets on my nerve, especially on bad hair days... So I just went to my mum's room and asked her to just snip away! I just can't believe I did that. Throughout dinner I was like, "I've cut my hair... I've cut my hair... Oh my God, I've cut my hair!!!" Hahaz... I feel so different but not so lar... From the front looks the same, just from the back there's no more hair hanging down my back! Goodbye long hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111849611125581534?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111849611125581534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111849611125581534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111849611125581534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111849611125581534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111804920797920202</id><published>2005-06-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T17:13:30.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anybody out there who has a kind heart and would send me some REAL food?? Really man, I regret eating Zinger juz now. It's only fulfilling then and won't last longer than 2 hrs. Should have eaten some noodles or rice coz now at home there's practically no food I fancy. There's only rojak which I really don't like and cold briyani rice from yesterday's wedding. There's Maggi sure, but my mum don't allow me to cook it. Grr... I'm broke too lest I could go 7-eleven buy some junk food to satisfy my hungry stomach, aching body and tired mind. Donate some to me can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111804920797920202?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111804920797920202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111804920797920202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111804920797920202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111804920797920202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/06/anybody-out-there-who-has-kind-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111729144021547193</id><published>2005-05-28T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:44:00.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Grandsazers!!!! The advertisement for its performance was damn sucky and yesterday I feel like throwing my plate at the tv when the ad was on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what happened... I was eating dinner at the small table in front of the tv. My mum was watching tv too while my dad using the comp and watching the small tv. I was chomping chomping when "Exams are over and the results are out!" I just froze there and then. My mum heard the words alright... Exams over... Results out... So there starts the interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already so depressed. I know my position and I know what I should do in the June so-called hols. All this while I keep my report book with me all the way till the night before school reopen. I hate Grandsazers!!!! To its damn core!!!! Stupid stupid grandsazers!!!! Can't they just say the holidays are here or something!!!!! Grr... I could have sued the advertiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... yesterday's the last day of semester 1 and the last day of being in the MI room, I'll never forget such a memorable room where the class bonded so closely and where laughter and gloom and food and stationeries were shared. I'm gonna miss the aircon and the close arrangemenyts of the chairs. No matter how much I really hate to sit in front of Sharon (the juices of the fly is the main main reason), the others around me, especially Min Si made a difference. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since yesterday was the last day, it meant clean-up day and report book. 4R was supposed to clean Mr Tan's homeroom at 03-02 but there was so many of us and it's just too crowded. So off I went to HML room where Miss Nora asked my HML class to clean but it turns out Sec 1s were already appointed to do it so I just dusted some blinds (seeing a number of spiders as well, lucky I'm not arachnophobic) and went off to the MI room. I found a number of my classmates there, Chuan Li, Marcus, Valerie, Tallie, Emily, Karen, Rusy and some other boys. It was already sparkling clean but I insisted on going into the room for one last time so Rusy and I removed our footwear and trotted inside to find every corner clean which leaves us with exactly nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out and took the job of changing the pailwater with Valerie at the girls' changing room. There was one part where Hengky forgot to remove one cloth and neither Val nor me dipped our hands in the murky water to check for 'drowned' cloth and so we just poured out the water into an open water hole. Pour, pour, pour and suddenly PLOP! I was stunned for a moment. "What was that??" I asked Val. I thought it was a frog or something but Val knew what it was and was already calling out for Hengky. I looked into the hole and there is was, a cloth. I was still rooted in the cubicle when Val ran out back to the MI room screaming "Hengky!!!!!!" all the way. It was so funny! I sounded like she's calling out her boyfriend whom she hadn't seen for years, but of course la in actual fact she was fuming at Hengky for not checking properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was such a funny part, but thsat's not all! It seems that MI room only has happy memories for us, other than a funny smell at times near the center of the room. I was just standing outside the room with Val, barefooted. We can't go in the room cause our feet's dirty, so we just stood outside. Rusy and Karen were doing some dance steps. Karen was remembering all the funny times they'd had during dance. What she didn't realize was that we all were watching her and she was soooo funny. Marcus caught it on video and watching it again makes us laugh so hard. At one time, two Sec 5 boys saw her and gave her the 'look' and she was so embarrassed and we laughed. Those were the last few minutes of the MI room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was noon and we headed back to our homeroom to get our results. Really, I was sooooooooooo disappointed! I was 30th in class yes, that's somewhat an achievement and I passed my overall percentage BUT I failed three subjects, E8 being the lowest and my L1R5 could get me nowhere if those were my O level results. I really felt smacked in the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got 3 last papers to sit for tomorrow for my religious class before I can start whatever I wanna do. Wish me luck! I've been doing well for my religious class and I wish to keep it that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111729144021547193?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111729144021547193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111729144021547193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111729144021547193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111729144021547193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-grandsazers-advertisement-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111710162806908821</id><published>2005-05-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T18:00:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... Sigh... Sigh... My grades are so bad... From two subjects, now I have 3 (wait, I think 4) subjects fail already... So sad... Many people are improving or at least on the same level as before but me? I'm drowning deep deep into the water. I really hope my slow swimming would bring me to the surface again. I need the air... I need my A1s... By the way, anyone feel like making a study group? I'm thinking about it, but... I'm not sure it'll work for me... Well, off to... I guess study, cyaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congrats Carrie for being crowned America's 4th Idol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111710162806908821?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111710162806908821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111710162806908821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111710162806908821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111710162806908821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111590092028705395</id><published>2005-05-12T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T20:28:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! Physics is over!! I'm soooooooo darn glad. Actually, the paper was rather ok. Can pass lar and honestly, I'm just looking for a pass in physics. I've received back 2 pprs already: A-Maths and English P2, both... well sucks. I failed both. I wonder what I'm gonna fail next. English P2 we got it back today. When I saw my marks, I was just like, "Expected Expected..." What else can you expect when you stupidly, idiotically, whateverly do summary first instead of Passage B and completely left it out except for 2 Qns??! That *(out of adjectives, my vocab's so bad)* hard summary took up like 1 hour of my preciousssss time. Grrrr.... Ok, stop, I shall not dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in the specially privellegious (ermz...) MI room, I feel the class has really united. We're more than a class. I like the feeling, like so secure... Aiya, I'm tired standing since just now already, gonna go study now and then watch tv. I need to destress... Cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111590092028705395?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111590092028705395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111590092028705395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111590092028705395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111590092028705395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/05/finally-physics-is-over-im-soooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111543414131746523</id><published>2005-05-07T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T10:49:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I... forgot how to walk... Oh well, after one week limping cause of tendon strain, now I simply have to learn how to walk again. I feel like a baby man! Actually my leg ok already (after the doctor PAINFULLY twisted it back) but because I forgot how I used to walk, I still limp. Haiz... Monday, Tuesday. Wednesday I could walk. But Thursday, even lying on my bed quietly was so painful! I tossed and turned from 5 - 9 a.m. before I went to see to the doctor with so many staring eyes directed at me. I feel like staring back at them and demanding, "What see see, jealous izzit?" But well, can't really blame them. How many people my age walk like I did, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so depressed lately. The common tests were near hell and after I sit for the papers, I know for sure that I'm gonna fail. I didn't have time to finish for all my papers. That makes time management my main problem. Second would be last minute studying. I really need to pull up my socks (all the way to my head) if I wanna get to MJC or TJC. I must do something, REAL SOON! Most of my friends are doing much better than me. Class tests, NAPFA and all. Yes there are people doing not as well as me, but still... We received our A-Maths paper already and... eventhough I improved, I failed only by two marks and some of my marks were gone because of careless mistakes but... I know I could have done better if I'd studied earlier and practised. That was like the easiest paper I sat for and yet, I failed... But I know I can do it. I just need some time and someone who can push me into doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home alone now... My dad's at work and so is my second brother. My eldest brother at Mendaki and my mum at a Mothers' Day function. Oh well... There's my malicious black cat, Malice 'keeping me company' by running away the second she catches sight of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp's just been reformatted because it's was infected by so many viruses. There goes my lovely files and pictures... So sad, but the reformat was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno whether I should cut my hair or not. With short hair, I can wash it everyday and not the routine 3 times a week. I'd feel much lighter and not so burdened by so many things. But with long hair, I can style it however I want it to be like. Just letting it loose feels so great. Maybe it's just that I fear I'd look funny with a haircut. My schoolmates remember me with long hair. I cut my hair in Sec 1 and has been keeping it ever since. I'm in Sec 4 now, it should be about 3 years already. I wanted to just cut my hair after my 'O' levels but almost everyone is cutting their hair and they look nice and fresh. I've always wanted to have the longest hair in class and I've achieved that in my Malay class. In my form class, only Christine has hair as long as if not longer than mine. I dunno larz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 16 years on Earth, I've yet to find something I'm talented in. I can't play any musical instrument fluently, I can't sing nor dance nor act well. I can't write poems or stories. I can't even talk spontaneously fluently. I don't even do well in my studies. I really have no idea what I wanna be when I grow up. Ok, maybe I do have some ideas, but can I achieve them. I don't really believe much in chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'm so insignificant! I live my life because I have to. I'm just following the flow of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna study Chem now. I wanna get at least one distinction... Happy Belated Birthday Fazillah and Sharon... Happy Birthday Si Hui... Happy Early Birthday Marcus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111543414131746523?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111543414131746523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111543414131746523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111543414131746523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111543414131746523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/05/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111496456746347152</id><published>2005-05-02T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:22:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz... Me always like this... Got new things, abandon the old... My poor bloggy, I post at class blog forgot to post at my own bloggy larling. Eee... Why me like that?? Sowie sowie, hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111496456746347152?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111496456746347152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111496456746347152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111496456746347152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111496456746347152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/05/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111470527145785649</id><published>2005-04-29T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T00:21:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111470527145785649?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111470527145785649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111470527145785649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111470527145785649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111470527145785649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111366188797421626</id><published>2005-04-16T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T22:31:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No.. no... NO!!!! How can common test be so near?? Next week start already?? I don't even know what are the topics coming out! Geez... Monday and Wednesday... Higher Malay... *slashes throat**blood spills TERRIBLY* Haiz... Look on the bright side, I'll be watching Boeing Boeing on Tuesday (yes.. a day before HML P2) and I'll be performing the 10 min play in front of the gym on Friday. The Angel's coming! Lol, in case you are unaware, I'm the angel in the play. Anyway, how can I forget this, I finally got a trophy in Sec school yesterday! It's a CCA award! Woo hoot! I'm so so so glad! I really feel  like a winner somewhat hehe. One more thing, how could I forget to mention this, I got to talk to (erm... smsed) Fazillah a few weeks ago and it feels so nice getting to know her again! I regarded her my best friend last time, but now eh... I don't really remember what she likes and stuff. Recently I got to know her birthday is coming, but I don't have anything for her! Haiz, Mothers' Day's coming and basically broke. Well, I gotta go now if I want to START doing some homework. I've been reading peribahasa all day. That reminds me, need to visit my Malay teacher's website for HML help. Cyaz fellaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111366188797421626?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111366188797421626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111366188797421626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111366188797421626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111366188797421626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111349130892060415</id><published>2005-04-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:08:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOEING BOEING !T!H!U!N!K! Hahaz... 3/4 of my class were at Victoria theatre to watch 'Boeing Boeing' and I'm not part of the crowd. Know why? Cause... 1) ELDDS priority since I paid more for it 2) I'm not sure if there'd be ticket for me if I go since I told Mr Tan I'm not going with the class 3) Too exhausted since it's the fifth day after I got a well-rested sleep (which always falls on Saturday only) 4) I have SS SBQ which I haven't do. By the way... I still haven't do the SBQ. I just don't understand what the question looks for! Being me, I gave up on it and went on to finish E-Maths transformation (I still haven't hand in haiz...), which also I didn't finish cause I got stuck. In short, I've done N-O-T-H-I-N-G since I reached home, which makes me so depressed! I idle my time away and I really regret it each time!!! But I don't know what to do... Wah! Really, I broke down on ... eh I forgot when... but this week larz. Then, I spent the following days putting on a brave front but I'm actually squirming under my skin. I know I'm gonna fail the E-Maths test this morning (which I must agree is the ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I just broke down again. I can't take it! My stress when mixed with cigarette smoke gives an ExpLoSioN ok! Oh and when mixed with my mum's nagging I'm simply blasted to smithereens... Can't they UNDERSTAND what I'm going through and HELP me?? Can't they even provide a condusive place for me to study?? Once in a while I hear the clicks of the lighter and my heart just starts to beat faster. I can never forget what I went through when I got the lung infection in Pri 5 and I'd definitely not want to go through it again. I keep seeing the images of bleeding brain, clogged blood vessels and infections everywhere in the organs due to smoking. I hate the smoke so much that I despise it, detest it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued... easiest test we've had since Sec 4 started) because I panicked and forgot how to do stretch and shear. Like WHAT-THE- Grrr... After the test, I simply take a look in my exercise book and I told myself, "There goes half your marks..." I feel so demoralised, help? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd better go offline and write my SBQ. I must show some product at the end of today to make up for not being able to join my classmates to watch 'Boeing Boeing'. I feel so !T!H!U!N!K!E!D! Hahaz... I wanna cry, scream and shout out load. I need someone to take off the burden on my shoulders. I don't want to grow shorter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111349130892060415?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111349130892060415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111349130892060415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111349130892060415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111349130892060415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/boeing-boeing-thunk-hahaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111323450343066674</id><published>2005-04-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:48:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo stressed! I'm on the verge of tears again. I was just planning on doing maths when Siti reminded me of SS file. Sheesh... I haven't do corrections for last week's SEQ, how?? Wah!!! Help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111323450343066674?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111323450343066674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111323450343066674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111323450343066674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111323450343066674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-soooooooooooooooooooooo-stressed-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111321839953654114</id><published>2005-04-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:19:59.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I... I... I passed my 2.4! In fact, I got a D! How cool is cool cool? Hehe, I'm very happy when I heard I got 16.59. Not bad for people like me who always fail or get an E only you know... Okla, that's all I wanna post today. I don't wish to write about my misery for the public to read. Haiz... Tomorrow got ELDDS... Gotta go now, tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111321839953654114?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111321839953654114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111321839953654114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111321839953654114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111321839953654114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111313553759509119</id><published>2005-04-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:59:58.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homework... Help... It's late Sunday... I'm doomed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I played all day, no work. Really, I MUST WAKE UP before it's too late... Anyway, changed a lil here and there on my blog. The song you notice is the same, just faster. And I found the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Haritsumeta yumi no&lt;br /&gt;Furueru tsuru yo&lt;br /&gt;Tsuki no hikari ni, zawameku&lt;br /&gt;Omae no kokoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Togisumasareta&lt;br /&gt;Yaiba no utsukushii&lt;br /&gt;Sono kissaki ni yoku nita&lt;br /&gt;Sonata no yokogao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanashimi to ikari ni&lt;br /&gt;Hisomu makoto no kokoro&lt;br /&gt;Wo shiru wa, mori no sei&lt;br /&gt;Mononoke tachi dake, mononoke tachi dake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing it for two whole days! By the way, yesterday I divided my hair into six portions, then I braided them neatly, though it looks a little horrible. But then today I released the braids, I look a cross between Hermione Granger and ABBA singer. My hair was sooooo frizzy! But it felt nice as if I have really thick hair so I decided to braid again. It's much neater now, I wonder how it'll be tomorrow... Cya tomorrow pals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111313553759509119?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111313553759509119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111313553759509119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111313553759509119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111313553759509119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111295870102808000</id><published>2005-04-08T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:11:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday again! It's both good and bad... Good because I've survived a whole week of torturous homework. But, bad because it means I'm getting closer and closer to 'O's and I'm juz... FREAKING OUT BUT DOING NOTHING!!! No... I want good grades, I wanna get to Meridian, I wanna take subjects that I WANT, I wanna excel, I wanna get on to NUS and pursue my dream to be a doctor. But all I can say is, FAT CHANCE LAZY HEN! Haiz... What's my problem?? I'm not even myself in school. I'm so distanced from and hostile towards my friends. I know I'm being really quiet these days and I can't say I know the reasons to it. It is possible that I think talking does not serve any purpose but just waste my time. It is also possible that deep inside I long to be free, to fly through the clouds and just get loose. I feel so tied down! I want some adventurous stuff. As in outdoors rather rough kinda adventures like abseiling, snorkeling or gliding in the sky, sliding across ice, flying in a hotair balloon. Those kinda stuff... I really want them. One more thing, this morning I saw an aeroplane flying somewhere above the school. As I watched it fly higher and higher, I really wished I was in it. I can't remember what's it like being in an aeroplane or even a boat!!! Haiz... I really want these wishes fulfilled. Hmm... I just have this sudden thought, what if I die tomorrow? Dunno why, it just came across my mimnd. Nevermind about it, I don't want to know the answer to it just yet. I don't want to live for an eternity or what, I just hope I'd die a Muslim... Cya some other time guyz, oh and happy birthday Shida! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111295870102808000?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111295870102808000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111295870102808000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111295870102808000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111295870102808000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-again-its-both-good-and-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-111270115980021617</id><published>2005-04-05T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:39:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tut... Tut... Tut... Haiz, been so busy so far. Sec 4 is like bing on an extremely express bus which literally flies you from Sg across the globe. I've been sleeping so late around 1-2 am or sleep early but wake up at around 4 am each day to do homework. Even my religious class is giving homework, projects and what not. Help... I'd better not talk anymore, gotta finish my lil lil homework which piles up high in the sky soon. I'm already behind time with my English corrections dued like months ago and stuff. Well, till next time... Luv ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-111270115980021617?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/111270115980021617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=111270115980021617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111270115980021617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/111270115980021617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/04/tut.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110733997542968330</id><published>2005-02-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:26:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So stressed! So stressed! School's driving me nuts! Teachers're making me crazy! Homework's making me lose my head! And tests're digging my brain out of its hemisphere! Help!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault actually lar... Dilly dally then do last minute but pity me lar teachers! I'm always so slow at Maths it takes me forever to solve 1 prob and I hate newspaper articles so much I juz wanna puke when I c it! Gee... Then test test what sia! They think we all robots 24/7 operation or what? Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a bright idea to add to my HZGG fanfic by inserting Mianyi into the picture. I juz need some time to rewrite the 1st chap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla I gtg bathe now. Probably won't be coming online for some time, so... to all Chinese, Happy Chinese New Year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110733997542968330?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110733997542968330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110733997542968330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110733997542968330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110733997542968330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-stressed-so-stressed-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110674637684071998</id><published>2005-01-26T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:32:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'I'm not crazy I'm just a little unwell...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I feel. I'm almost crazy with all the school load but I still go to school and am able to think, so I must be just a little unwell. Ok, did that make sense? Yes? No? Nvm, I gtg buai buai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110674637684071998?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110674637684071998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110674637684071998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110674637684071998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110674637684071998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-crazy-im-just-little-unwell.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110596545256794931</id><published>2005-01-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:37:32.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo! I'm back again!!! 17th Jan... Happy Birthday Alia! To be fair, Happy Belated Birthday Siti!! Lolx, I can't wait for my birthday. I really wonder how it'd be like. I'm so excited!!! It's in 1 mth and 7 days time. That's really short ok. Hmm, before my birthday though, I'd need to get Sarah(24th Jan), Shen Shen(6th Feb), Syidah(21st Feb) and Ilyana(21st Feb) something. Their birthdays are like a few days before mine, hehez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, news news!!! My brother returning on 24th Jan!! He may be late for Hari Raya Haji which is this Friday (I'm sure if he's here he'd be wearing the malay male traditional costume inclusive of samping) but at least he'll surely make it for my sweetest 16 birthday. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I dunno what to say. Just that homework time really helped me. I feel freer when I was going home. Why do you think I'm online right now, blogging as if there's nothing better for me to do? Only 1/5 hw left of course!!! I'm so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of happy, Alia was extremely happy today getting the skirt from This Fashion and a hot pink bag from one of the stalls at White Sands. She was grinning ear to ear and I'm so glad to see her expression! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, I think I wanna play HP POA game, tataz!!! Muakz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110596545256794931?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110596545256794931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110596545256794931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110596545256794931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110596545256794931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/01/boo-im-back-again-17th-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110580998788236454</id><published>2005-01-15T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T01:33:15.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly I felt like blogging, dunno why. Maybe coz I feel lost, neglected, distant? I have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro is still in Aceh. He's supposed to be back today but he go and lose his identities/things there, he won't be coming home anytime soon. I hope in two week's time he's able to take the boat back, and if not maybe the next next boat. No later please... I haven't been celebrating my birthday with him for about two years, I dun want one more year to be added to become 3. I feel so insecure. Is he safe? Is he alright? Will he be ok? Will I get to see him again *touch wood*? Haiz... Oh God, please protect him... Bring him back at the next possible chance he can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, National Geographic website is really informative and enjoyable to read. I really didn't expect that but the truth can't be hidden! ;) When I read the articles, I'll just have some comments on it as thoughts run through my mind. Somehow though I just couldn't write them down (that's why I still haven't hand in my 20 reviews) Even writing to Sylvia doesn't appeal to me. I have everything I want to say to her in my head but I JUST CAN'T WRITE THEM DOWN ON PAPER!!! Guess what? I could actually fall asleep! Sylvia has sent me another letter but I still haven't reply her previous one.... I feel so guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about 'CAN'T WRITE THEM DOWN ON PAPER', I have this really wonderful HZGG fanfic I wanna write but... you know the reason lar ok... Let me type what ?I have in mind here. The fanfic will be something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh she's really cute, mother!" Dong Er exclaimed as he held Nan Er in his arms. Ziwei, Xiao Yan Zi, Qing Er, Er Kang, Yong Qi and Xiao Jian who were surrounding him and the tiny baby laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course she is! Her mother is pretty, how can she not be?" Ziwei took Nan Er in her arms and smiled. &lt;em&gt;Finally... Xiao Yan Zi's wish, hope and dream has come true. I'm so happy for her.&lt;/em&gt; Ziwei passed Nan Er to Xiao Yan Zi and slung a love kno necklace over Nan Er's neck. "Surely you remember our promise. Nan Er is now bethrothed to my Dong Er. Dong Er, would you like to marry pretty Nan Er when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Er gave a grin and nodded. Xiao Yan Zi patted his head. "Of course I remember Ziwei. When Nan Er grows up, she'll marry into the Fu family to Dong Er!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, may I go to town for awhile?" Nan Er asked her mother politely as her fourth brother finished his bottle of milk in her arms and had falolen asleep. She walked to the bed and laid him down before turning to face her mother who was piling clothes in their wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yan Zi closed the wardrobe door and turned to face Nan Er with a fierce look on her face. "Why do you want to go to town again? You've just gone there yesterday. What exactly do you do there? Do you have a sweetheart there? How did you know him? Tell me Nan Er!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, Yong Qi peeked into his eldest daughter's room. He had just returned from work when he heard the stern voice of his most beloved wife telling off their eldest daughter, Nan Er. "Don't be so hard on Nan Er, Xiao Yan Zi. She's old enough to tell wrong from right. It's just to town, let her go... Go on Nan Er, just be back before dinner ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Yan Zi gave Yong Qi a cold stare but wasn't given a chance to voice out what she has to say as Nan Er said her thanks and dashed out of the room and passed the open front doors. "You give her too much freedom and allow her to do what she wants all the time. We need to have some control over her you know," Xiao Yan Zi scolded her husband as she tried to stand up from her kneeling position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Qi ran over to help his once again pregnant wife up and gave her a smile without replying. Yong Qi was reminded of how free Xiao Yan Zi was when he met her. No one could control her, not even Huang Ah Ma. &lt;em&gt;Huang Ah Ma... I wonder how he is. It's been 18 years since Huang Ah Ma visited our home to welcome Nan Er who had just born. It's been so long...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knock came from the door and in came Ziwei. "The gates weren't locked and the door was wide open so we invited ourselves in. I know both of you know martial arts but you're like inviting burglars in. How do you do, Xiao Yan Zi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile lit up Xiao Yan Zi's face when she saw the familiar face. "Ziwei! It's been months since I last saw you! Where's Er Kang? Where's Dong Er? Where's Xiang Hua(fragrant flower)? When did you arrive from Beijing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziwei took the few steps across the room towards Xiao Yan Zi. "We arrived late last night. We didn't want to disturb you and so we stayed at the town inn. Er Kang is seated outside while Xiang Hua is having a chat with Jing Wei (small bird). As for Dong Er, he stayed in town to have a look around. Come on, why don't we move outside so we can sit down and have a long chat?" Ziwei took Xiao Yan Zi's left arm and led her outside. Yong Qi had already gone outside to talk to Er Kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Ziwei, Xiao Yan Zi, Er Kang and Yong Qi had a long talk, Dong Er bumped into Nan Er at the town market. "Ouch! Hey, watch where... Eh you are Dong Er right?" Nan Er examined the handsome man in front of her as she rubbed her right shoulder where Dong Er had knocked into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I'm Dong Er. You're Nan Er right? Sorry I didn't see you just now. Where are you heading? Why aren't you at home?" Dong Er apologized and asked awkwardly. He likes Nan Er but he had a feeling Nan Er regards her nothing more than an older brother. He of course remember nothing about Nan Er's bethrotal to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Nan Er could answer, a man tapped her shoulder. When she turned her head, she saw that it was Chung Ming. She smiled at him and introduced him to Dong Er. "Dong Er, meet my friend Chung Ming. Chung Ming, meet my cousin Dong Er," Nan Er paused a moment while the men shook hands before continuing, "Dong Er, Chung Ming is my classmate and he has helped me a lot with my calligraphy which I'm really bad in. And Chung Ming, I've known Dong Er basically all my life. I'm sure he and my aunt and uncle had rushed to my house when they first heard I was born. He lives in Beijing where my parents originated but my parents and his keep in contact. Somehow it is always Dong Er's family to visit mine instead of the other way round. I have no idea why. I wish I could see Beijing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dong Er was reminded of Beijing ajnd how familiar the roads there were to him. Dong Er was also reminded of the time when he held baby Nan Er in his arms. He was 6 then and that was like 18 years ago. He remembered vaguely what had taken place but there was one part that was really clear. A picture in his mind where his mother slung a love knotted necklace around Nan Er's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dong Er, Dong Er? Have you been listening? Look I have to go now. I still have a couple of shops to go to before going home for dinner. Will you be at my house for dinner? I'm sure your parents and younger sister are at my house now and I'm sure my parents and all my younger siblings are begging them to stay for dinner. Do join us ok? Bye then!" Nan Er gave a small wave before disappearing in the crowd with Chung Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be there, bye!" Dong Er replied as he stare at the direction Nan Er and Chung Ming had gone. To himself he whispered, "Far away in the sky, close at sight... Oh well..." and he too disappeared in the crowd, in the opposite direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps! I meant to just write the book review but I ended up writing a chapter in 2 hrs... Lolx, I gtg sleep now. Got religious class tmr and lotsa hw... Nite nite!!! More like morn morn! Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110580998788236454?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110580998788236454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110580998788236454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110580998788236454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110580998788236454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2005/01/suddenly-i-felt-like-blogging-dunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110239724604454255</id><published>2004-12-07T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T15:06:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After quite some time, I think I'm ready to blog again. Sry peeps, felt it'd do me good keeping my thoughts to myself for a week or two. I've thought a lot alright. And I've come to two topics, 'choice' and 'imagination'. I've got the 'choice' etched in my head for the time being. Will add it to my web when I'm free. Currently I'm doing the Bio bird project thingy. I'm doing on Snowy Owl and I love everything about this creature of the not-so-dark (snowy owls aren't nocturnal, they're diurnal). I think I'll continue this project for other creatures for my web. I simply love animals (one reason why I join the TMS, no not Temasek Sec, on VH) and it'd be good to write about them and find pictures of them and all. I just wonder how to put up the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been reading Lotr for 3-4 days (only, if I have to add ;)) and I've already reached the part where the ompany, 'cept for gandalf of course... :'(, departs from Lothlorien. It's quite an achievement for such a slow reader that I am. But lotr's fantastic, just like Harry Potter and books by Danielle Steel and books by Lurlene McDaniel, that I just can't put it down. I kept flipping the pages and reading on and on even if it means I'd have to stay up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great achievement I'm really proud of is... I CAN FRENCH BRAID TWO PONYTAILS ON MY OWN!!!!  Did it yesterday. Wasn't quite successful the first time but I looked and thought and I found the mistake and when I tried again, I did it!!!! I rather neat job, if you exclude the few strands of hair that I didn't see hanging out and the slight crookedness of the parting line. When I showed my mum and told her how proud I am, I had to frown. I always regret telling her things and this time is no exception. Know what she said? "Ya proud. Ya right. But your studies how?" Come on! I was expecting like, "Wah, nice... Neat except this, that, this, that. But my opinion now is, you should continue with your A-Maths. Then you can be really and fully proud of yourself." Always like this, whatever I expect normally doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what she said to me this morning when I told her I can't cycle with her to buy breakfast 'cause I'm having a headache? She said something like, "Headache? That's why you stupid (not the exact word, I forgot what she said). Can't answer the Maths question during exam. Later fail again during the re-exam." Sheesh... Kinder with the words please. How I wish my parents talk as polite as Elrond... I'd be so content and obey whatever they ask me to do I'm sure, equipped even with words like, "Sure, I'll gladly do it right this instant!" or something... Oh well, gotta be glad though. Good enough I even have parents. Gratefulness is the key to happiness as I always repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed the results of last night's 'America's Next Top Model', Yoanna won. What were they thinking?! She's so thin and frail looking! She passes to be an orphan in a play not a top model! Mercedes is much better! Way better in fact. Yoanna can't even walk properly, sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how can I forget this when it's all over the news! Taufik won the Singapore Idol!!!! Taufik Batisah's finally the first Singapore Idol! *dances* He deserve deserve deserve the title. He sings so well, he looks so good, he... HE ROCKS! Taufik rocks oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a plumber in my house, fixing the kitchen sink. What's more, we're having a shower, water heater and that water spray thingy in the kitchen bathroom!!! Yay! I don't have to scream and shout at my family members to get out of the bathroom in my parents' room. Better, no one can scream and shout while I'm in the bathroom. It's so irritating leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(paused) My mum just nagged at me for not doing A-maths and at my eldest bro for not tutoring me. Sheesh, come on, I know lar!!! Then had to sit with my bro, going through the questions in my End-of-Year A-Maths paper. I haven't even go through it myself! When my bro asked me why I never do this question or how come I got that question wrong, I dunno how to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary... (We need something bright for me to look forward to.) Tmr's my 2nd bro b'day and we're going out for dinner!! Whoot! That'd be juz great. I juz hope my bro won't have a lot to do at work and can;t come home for dinner. That'd be realli terrible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I forgot what else I wanna say. I think I'd go off now and if there's anything, just edit. Well, cyaz... I wanna eat. Chomp chomp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110239724604454255?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110239724604454255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110239724604454255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110239724604454255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110239724604454255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-quite-some-time-i-think-im-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110114259255790124</id><published>2004-11-23T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T00:56:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh!!!! So tired! So sleepy! I can't wait for tomorrow! I wanna continue to play LIFE! I wanna go jln rayer on Sat!!!!!! Those... are the things on my mind now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: Went to school to do MMRC noticeboard. I was late (how come it's not surprising??). At arnd 11, I'm rather happy with what I've done, saved my stuff (opps! Just remembered I forgot to delete the files I saved in the documents...), grabbed some coloured papers, say my byebyes and get out. Waited for Siti, too long, left her, got on 10 and changed to 27. At the library stop, guess who I met?? Ridhuan and Azim!!!! They were with two other guys whom I didn't even take a second glance at. I got down of the bus and caught sight of Ridhuan. He seemed soo familiar yet I couldn't remember where I'd seen him. I didn't notice Azim at that time. Ridhuan then saw me and started pointing at me to his friends. THEN, I caught sight of Azim and remembered Ridhuan was... well Ridhuan. I was in a hurry so I just scurried off. But, I turned two more times to take a good look if my eyes were playing tricks. It's been sooo long since I last saw them face to face! About 9 years ya know! At one of my glances, I heard Ridhuan asking the rest, "Eh, isn't that Marliyana??" I'm so sorry I didn't stop. My legs kept on moving!!! Sorry for that Ridhuan and Azim, so really sowie, kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: I took a shower, put on make-up, got my mom to help me iron my clothes, put in things in my bag, wore my clothes and got out of the house. I hurry hurry then suddenly Wani called to say that they left Alia's house and was heading to Siti's already. Sheesh! Siti's house so near! I could have left house like 1/2 an hour later!!! Bla... Bla... Bla... My house. I feel so odd being the host. I don't like it at all! I was like walking right in front and the rest were chatting and joking happily behind me. Hmph! Bla... Bla... Bla... Evening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening: Reached Qazim's house and my legs were hurting badly already! Had to give up my seat 'cause Amirul no chair and so I had to sit right in front of the tv (sorta). Luckily Alia soon came back from toilet and joined me. Not long after that, the pizza guy arrived!!!! Canadian pizza, my fav! The pizza I got (2nd last of the 1st batch and that's the only strip of pizza I got, waaaa....) was soooo tasty!!! I was savouring each and every bite. Yum! Yum! Qazim, what's the name arr? The first batch of pizzas that one... All done Bla... Bla... Bla... Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: Last stop, Fatin's house. It was two storeys! Kewl... We got inside and helped ourselves to food. Hehe... Then Wani and... Shairah I think, were like, "Can we play the game now please??" I was just eating eating and was totally confused about what game they were talking about (Why am I such a blur sotong??). When they finally sat down at the carpet did I realise it's... Game of LIFE!!! Hurray!!!! "Huh, what's Game of LIFE??" I asked. Lolx, sorry people, real sleepy by that time already... So explain explain and we played... I had the blue bus (I wanted green!!!) and started with college and all. At first I got a job as an accountant (I had a choice of accountant, entertainer and artist) with a salary of 80,000 (not counted the taxes people have to pay me) but then halfway I had to change job and became a Tech with a salary of 90,000 (not counted the amount people have to pay whenever anything on the board goes off or something)&lt;br /&gt; woo hoot!!!! But that's as far as I understood. The rest I had help from around the board and Nisah. Really, I was totally totally lost and confused, with the money especially... Then not even 1/10 of the game we had to go... Boo hoo!!! Do wan do wan!!!! I'm so getting Game of LIFE with my raya money. Mwahaha... Then watched a bit of True Files before going out of Fatin's house. The boy so sad!!! Abused like what, had to eat his own shit, walk around the house naked, beaten until one of his bones broke, burnt with candle wax (his testicles, ouch!), burnt with cigarette putt and many more until he died... Stupid mother! Go and believe that crazy lover of yours for what?! IDIOT sia! That ******* oso dunno what he gained from abusing the boy. *Sniff* *Sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110114259255790124?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110114259255790124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110114259255790124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110114259255790124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110114259255790124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/argh-so-tired-so-sleepy-i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110095608841710837</id><published>2004-11-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T21:08:08.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched HZGG today!!! Yong Qi and Xian Yanzi so loving!!! So sweet. Dong'er was like so cute too! Too bad the Emperor spoiled my mood. And that... that Zhihua! Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I saw I started duelling lessons in VH? It's really interesting leh. Sigh... but one bad thing, I'm getting addicted to VH again! I need to study and do my homework, haiz... Someone please help. I must get at least a B3 for my reexams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yay! Caught my cat again! 3rd time today oredi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my dad be like my teachers?? Shouldn't he talk softly and encouraged me to do better and stuff. But no, all he do is scream, gez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday no ELDDS, so free for library. Gotta do noticeboard. Hmm... I'm so getting bored of it. It seems to be the same stuff every year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My cat can now press space and enter! Lolx. But she has her nails through my jeans now, alamak! Uh oh, she's making that pissed off sound.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubna invited me to her open house tomorrow, but my father wants us family to go visit relatives again, from 11 a.m. So sorry I can't make it Lubna. Thanks for inviting though, I do appreciate it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to write oredi, my cat about to scratch me, gtg now, bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110095608841710837?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110095608841710837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110095608841710837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110095608841710837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110095608841710837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/watched-hzgg-today-yong-qi-and-xian.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110079274165548898</id><published>2004-11-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:45:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cont story... but not fun oredi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt was admitted and she was making such a big fuss over it. The refused and asked the doctor to just put her up for observation for an hour. The doctor said, "No. You can still negotiate ar?" Then dunno what they fight fight, the doctor said ok, but two hours. My aunt still say dun want, want only one hr... Then the doctor ask her to stand and walk, if can, then an hr can go but when she tried to stand she nearly toppled over. So stay lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hungry... H?ad been having the same kinds of food for these last few days. Sleepy lar, gtg sleep, nitez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110079274165548898?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110079274165548898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110079274165548898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110079274165548898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110079274165548898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/cont-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110075210233251557</id><published>2004-11-18T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:28:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eyo.... It's been ez catching my cat and stroking her these few days. Her hairs very soft and she looks soooo CUTE and ADORABLE!!! Hehez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, did I tell you of my aunt's story to the dentist at sgh? I dun tink so. So yeah... It all started with she having a battery for a heart (ok, is that wad they called bypass surgery? mebe not...) and having a relli bad wisdom toothache. She went to dentists outside but thry dun want to do for fear she might not make it. So she went to sgh, which also happens to be the hospital she work as a nurse in! So yeah, she went into the dentist and he gave an injection for her heart all. Suddenly she saw stars. Literally saw stars!!! She felt giddy and can't stand up and was asking the doctor calmly how come she's seeing stars. Then the doctor panicked and turned pale, "You... You ok or not?" It must have been such a funny sight!!!! Know what my aunt say, yes calmly? "Yeah I'm fine, I'm fine, but why giddy ar?" Lol!!! The thing is, while telling the part abt seeing stars, my mum added, "Not 'anak bulan' (new moon)?" (To determine whether Hari Raya arrive oredi or not is to see whether the 'anak bulan' appear oredi...) Then my aunt say, "Ya ar, not even 7 leko yet I oredi get Lailatul Qadr." Hahaha!!! (7 leko is 7 days b4 Hari Raya and during that time there's this thing called Lailatul Qadr where you get blessed sorta stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt continued... The doctor was like frantically asking for my cousin, who's wai6ting outside to hurry up and call my uncle, and then call for ambulance to send to A&amp;E. My aunt say, "For what send me there?? I work there!" The doctor was like, "Oh really ar?" then got frantic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they reached the A&amp;E with much difficulty and chaos. My aunt's friends were like so shocked, "Eh Jamaliah, what you doin in ambulance??" My aunt said, "Dunno. I'm fine. Just giddy. I want to go home now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alamak, gtg not fun ar nv finish the story... But need to visit my grandma, so well, bye...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110075210233251557?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110075210233251557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110075210233251557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110075210233251557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110075210233251557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/eyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110071094799455275</id><published>2004-11-18T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T01:02:27.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Tut* *Tut* Dunno what to say liaoz. Just... My grandma got admitted into the hospital again. The ulcer in her large intestine RELLY BIG and bleeding. She'll be staying for 5 days afterwhich she'll go back her house. I feel guilty to wanna jump up and down in joy. But that's the truth. Oops, I really said that??? Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, peeps!!! Malays... check your e-mail. I sent ya guys an e-mail on your opinions gi jln rayer. Pls reply... That's all, I wanna sleep lar. Nite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110071094799455275?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110071094799455275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110071094799455275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110071094799455275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110071094799455275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/tut-tut-dunno-what-to-say-liaoz.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-110061526132690566</id><published>2004-11-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:27:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ello... After so loooooong... Sry for not updating little bloggy, been real busy with Hari Raya preparation, doing up my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pure_princess_89/home.html"&gt;new webby&lt;/a&gt; and straightening my head. Whoops, did I really write that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, ok, so how was my Hari Raya? Not bad. My grandma's living with me now, so I have to stay home more. On the first day, we left at around 1 since we had to wait for my mom's younger brothers to arrive. That's reeeaaaallllyyyy late compared to usual. Second day also quite late, we left around noon. Why I say it's not bad cos I didn't cry this time. For the past few years, there was sure someone to upset me but not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the 15th year of my life was the first to many things. I can't really name them all, but I can name a few, such as going to a camp, putting on make-up myself for real and getting an F9 in my report book. Hehez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Hari Raya... I had quite a lot of fun in the car. My eldest bro kept talking about serious stuff, but still kept the funny parts. They sound interesting too, like the topic on colour blindness. My other bro kept acting so silly. I nearly slapped his face once cos it got really irritating, but I was still laughing it off. There's this thing about a coke bottle we saw at my uncle's house. When you look through this red hole, you see if you get a price. It was so chaotic between me and my brothers. We came up with ideas on how to smuggle the bottle home if it says win something. Lol, but naw, just a TRY AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... my schedule in the following days are gonna be packed...&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, going to Arab St,&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, going visiting,&lt;br /&gt;next Monday, have ELDDS meeting,&lt;br /&gt;next Tuesday, watching PD2 with Sylvia,&lt;br /&gt;next Wednesday, most prob see violins with Val,&lt;br /&gt;next Thursday, have Life Sciences thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... Then I wanna watch Phantom of the Cat Opera (Is that the title VAl?). And I think I'm gonna go with VAl.&lt;br /&gt;On 1st Dec, I have library meeting,&lt;br /&gt;5th Dec, I wanna go to Val's violin concert,&lt;br /&gt;27th Dec, have reexam and library meeting and&lt;br /&gt;28th Dec also I think have reexam.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I wanna watch CSI Miami now, buai buaiz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-110061526132690566?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/110061526132690566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=110061526132690566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110061526132690566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/110061526132690566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/11/ello.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109863047896659197</id><published>2004-10-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T23:07:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Sunday so well, watched HZGG! It was rather sad today (wait, yest I tink...) and at one pt of time I felt juz like slapping Xiao Yan Zi, hard, to get her to shut up. The Huang Shang was so angry yet she can joke and laugh. Aiyo... Then she actually accused the Empress! She and Nanny Rong repented already!Xiao Jian oso de same, keep tt hole shut! Dun get urself in trouble! Ok, y izzit sad u asked? Coz the Dowager wants Yongqi to marry Zhi Hua. No!!!! I know they're gonna but I can't help making a face in front of de tv begging Yongqi to turn arnd and run away wif Xiao Yan Zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enuff of tt. Wanna y I nv come online 4 one whole wk?? Coz I had to face a terrible (can't remember the word)... I did so badly for my EoY! Failed 3 subjects and not even a single A1. That's AFTER moderation... I haven't tell my parents but I did discuss it with my eldest brother and he gave me some tips. A short lecture too but tt's all. Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides tt, I oso needed to study for my religious class EoY. First paper juz now. And one oral. The oral was... grrr... I kept forgetting what comes next and Ustaz Azman had to prompt me tons of times. I didn't even finish Surah Bayyinah. I juz told him I can't remember one thing at all. He oso made fun of me, and my frenz coz we avoid eye contact while 'talking/reading/wateva'. Tat made me forget to, other than de stressful state of de room. Written was Hadis. I could do Sect A in like 1 min? Den de rest I read de qns, read again, skip, read qns, read again, try to answer, skip... Aiyo! At one qns (abt doa) I stopped n read de qns. Den I juz closed my eyes, rubbed my temples and prayed to God in my heart de way I had juz learnt from de Hadis bk. It worked. Sorta. I could ans after tt. I juz poured out wadeva i noe. Hope I get most or better still, all correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, reading de Hadis bk has helped me straighten out my thoughts. One that I learnt is to believe in myself, work hard, pray, believe in God, do wad i need toi do, leave everything up to fate. The key pt is juz to do my best. If I've done tt den I can't do anything anymore. Wadeva happens den wud b wad God wants for me or thinks is good for me, not a punishment for me. This goes to you ppl hu insists on reading my long blog entries as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wk... Whole lot to write. Let's go back slowly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: Went to Malaysia. My granduncle passed away on Fri. Had to squeeze in de back seat wif my mum and my aunt. Soooo uncomfortable. I mean we had to sit like dat for like 3 hrs fr Sg to Muar. V far leh... Met my Malaysian distant cousins. There's three families. Those fr each family looked like they were photostated. If u get me. I didn't try to talk to them coz I'm much too old for them n I dunno wad to say. Besides, I had to memorize Surah Baqarah. I didn't even get to see my granduncle for de ladt time. My mum dun allow. Oh well... My grandaunt looked so relaxed until wen we had to go home and my mom... I think hugged... her then she cried... Sad ta noe... I mean we're supposed to visit them in December but now only one is left for us to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, on our way back, we stopped at Angsana. I didn't buy nething. Saw this relli nice sport shoes but no size. Gee... Then I juz couldn't find a tudung to fit my Raya clothes. Oh well, juz gotta look for it in Geylang den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, I tried searching for HZGG in Yahoo search. Wen I gav up and searched for 'pure-princess ', there were 2 URLs tt link here. Woah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Not a gd day at all. Got my final/moderated results and they were really disappointing! I feel like crying... After sch, raining quite heavily so I stayed back with Raudah, Wani, Shida, Fatin and Dayah. We played card games and all. We even prayed together.After tt, we went to TM. As usual, I get bored wif shopping... But I juz had to waste time. Neway, saw this newly built place at TM. I wouldn't noe if Fatin hadn't taken us there. It's on the 4th floor beside Gelare. I mean not the toilet side of coz... The other side. There's a door and beyond it is open air. Nice place! A little crammed but gr8 place. The surrounding air is damp and cooling. If onli they make it a study or hang out place, I'd love going there all de time. But den, there's this Giordamno sale there if I'm not mistaken and practically no study tables. When they all went home, I headed to the library and finished the letter for Sylvia. I actually wrote 22 pages long (front and back counted as 2). I was like, "OMG! How to read?! Wait, how to post??" Got tt solved tho. Juz separate them in 2 and clever clever do la kk? Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: I'm depressed. Too depressed. But then, after chatting with Si Hui I feel much better. Same fate. Tho my results worse than hers, I think yea... same fate. Wad she say was realli comforting... At 4, almost every librarian (tt said they can come) had arrived and so we could start the gathering party. Took attendance (realli sowie Si Hui. I juz planned to tick our names but I accidently ticked the names of those who were present. I know you wanted to mark. Dunno wad came over me. Realli realli sowie...) and all. Wanted to start the intro, but no one was listening and Sarah juz seemed incapable of shouting for order. In the end Yin Ning had to take charge and lecture them. So well, we played 5cents 10cents, Sylvester &amp; Tweety, Blow Wind Blow and Caterpillar. Erm... all ended up in a disaster but... ok la... We had fun tho I was slapping my forehead so many times. Well, did the farewell speech, give gifts, bla, bla, took my packed food and out de sch I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Dun wanna tok... Juz one... Val tot me to play the piano with 2 hands on the piano in front of the music rm. I've memorized it already. Neway, before she started teaching me, we silently observed this guy playing a Final Fantasy song. He didn't notice us. He played really well! I was so impressed. I tot he's in Grade 8 or a diplomat but wen we talked to him later on he said he's juz in Grade 6. Wah! Val said that he can even compose his own songs. Wen I (or was it Val?) asked, he confirmed tt. I rmbr too hearing the piano playing in the hall during recess. I think it's him too. After some awkward moments, he said bye and went away. I was thinking of calling him back to play another piece but, nvm... B4 teaching me, Val played Forbidden Love, the Dolce Vita song and Titanic. Her hands are small so she had to stop now and then. If only she has long fingers, I would mistook her for around Grade 7 or something. I admire her. Envious too hehe. She actually self-learnt to play de piano and now she can play music pieces. Cool or wad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues: HML in the morn again... Learnt something la... We missed the Pahang memories, but I've watched that neway. We missed the line dancing too and I'm glad. After sch, hang out with Dayah's gang again. After some time, only Fatin and Dayah were left tho. We talked bout hair n stuff. Den some silly boys shone laser light at us. Irritating. I just felt like going up to them and giving a long lecture but I can't spoil the fun for Dayah and Fatin. At round 4, I went to Geylang wif my mum. We bought so much food. Wen it's time to break fast, we juz sat in front  of First Lady and ate our burger. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: Catwalk Comp. Funni!!! My class sent Sam and Shi Yun. They cross dressed and Sam looked PRETTY! Lol! Had quite a fun time tho had to run arnd and I think I would rather be learning in HML class. My class didn't win. But at least I'm satisfied tt Shairah got Miss Classy. After the show, guess wad? Mdm Sabina (really I'm loding my respect for her) actualli asked us to push those blocks to the side. Forget it! She disappeared after tt and we had to wait for... (urgh, do I have to be respectful??) Cikgu Shafiee to finish 'talking' (I have another word in mind) in front of the hall. Gosh! Wen Asri suggested we go for HML, everyone stood up and left for class. Puh-lease. We've got better things to do then wait arnd to push those blocks. After HML, we had recess. Just stayed in the library. I couldn't stop folding paper cranes. During that recess time I finished 6. Went to canteen for some CCA and caring heart thingy. We were released early after tt (after Mr Oh had fun fooling us with I dunno wad talk which was 'supposed' to be in the hall, yea rite...). For de first time, I spent time with Dayah and gang. Went shopping, sorta, b4 heading to library. At library, we had fun reading, chatting and folding paper cranes. Dayah now has a nickname, Loch Ness coz Shida said her crane looked like Loch Ness lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! I tink I wrote for 2 hrs oredi. Sleepy larz. Nitez! Sry so abrupt but it's really late... And I need toilet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109863047896659197?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109863047896659197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109863047896659197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109863047896659197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109863047896659197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-sunday-so-well-watched-hzgg-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109802547720373566</id><published>2004-10-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T23:12:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Got in after doing something to the cookies on my comp. Hmm... I'm getting pretty good at comp stuff since I've been doing some 'repairing' on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/My%20Fair%20Princess/HZGG2.jpg&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just halfway finished with this website: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/gryffindorqueen/hzgg/"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/gryffindorqueen/hzgg/&lt;/a&gt; whether you're bored right now or you're not! Well, that is if you like 'Huan Zhu Ge Ge' or translated, 'My Fair Princess'. It's on channel 8, weekends at 7-8 p.m. I love it!!!! I'm addicted is more like it. The one now is the third season and the casts have changed... Waa... I prefer the second season one where Vicki was Little Swallow (Xiao Yan Zi) and Ruby was Zhi Wei. They fit the characters better than the new ones. Totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, before visiting the website... Well, I was watching the show of course! This episode, the Empress Dowager wanted to get a concubine for Yong Qi, Fifth Prince who'd be the next emperor. Waa... And I just read the spoiler, Zhihua's the one. Eventhough she looks so decent and all, she's actually evil! No!!!! The spoiler said she's gonna have Yong Qi's baby. *sniff sniff* Poor Yan Zi... It's not her fault she's kinda illiterate and loves martial arts. But nvm, I know now that Yong Qi's gonna leave her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I'm going chinese show nutty! I watch chinese channels practically everyday! On Sundays, 3!!! HZGG, A Case of Mis*** (Can't remember. It's the channel U at 7 one) and the 11 a.m. on channel 8 one (Also can't remember title...) Know what? The 11 a.m. one today is first episode and... there's no subtitle!!! What's more was that I watched throughout and I understood half of what's going on! Just the characters... It's new and no subtitles so I can't differentiate who's who. But by the end of the show today, I finally got the difference between the emperor and the evil guy. Oh and the princess a bit like Yan Zi. Break the rules all the time. But this princess do on purpose... Yan Zi nope. Yan Zi was an orphan and was brought up not knowing the meaning of 'rules'. (Discussing HZGG wif Val now, huge relief...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to religious class today. Had akhlak test. I wrote really slow!!! And I forgot whatever I studied!!! Not fair... Practically everyone on my side of the class didn't know there's a test and some could write much faster than me! What am I to do?? What's more I haven't memorise 2/3 surah for next wk's final term oral exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;How?? Both surah soooo long! Though I'm confident bout the 2nd one n de first one i memorise half oredi... I'll worry bout that fr tmr onwards k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time turner... *turn one round*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat: You know I had to go to school!!! For wad? ELDDS! Freak! It was hell for us ya noe! Like carry those big, heavy musical 'boxes' 4 our catwalk comp runway. We had to carry ourselves ya noe! OMG! I juz remembered! I didn't return the trolleys! Gosh... Back, back... After carrying from the library up the steps to the hall (far ok) like 8 in total, some of us had to catwalk for her dunno how many times! Yo, we are ELDDS members... Not the paqrticipants for tmr k. No matter how many times she get us to walk up n down, up and down, we r not de ones on there tmr. It'll b de participants who, btw, r still clueless bout it tmr! Grr... Procrastinate, procrastinate... Then hu suffer?? Us... Full stop. Not end of story. Get it? No, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn one more time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Library meeting wif Sarah, Si Hui, Cherylene n Hui Chan. Plan farewell party. I'm proud of us. We got quite a lot of ideas flowing and planned out. I juz hope de library members will actively take part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to todae... I juz remember I've got loads of things to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For library:&lt;br /&gt;Do some paper cranes&lt;br /&gt;Write out the treasure notes&lt;br /&gt;Sign consent form (n my mum juz went to sleep...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ELDDS:&lt;br /&gt;Look for black t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Go over wad I haf to do tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself:&lt;br /&gt;Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Get sorted at VH&lt;br /&gt;Write out all the stories I haf for Secret Gate&lt;br /&gt;Plan new layout for this blog&lt;br /&gt;Create new webbie&lt;br /&gt;Study for religious class exams&lt;br /&gt;Think&lt;br /&gt;Do some soul searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno wad else... So sleepy... Gonna upload the pictures of HZGG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/My%20Fair%20Princess/HZGG-poem.jpg&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pin Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yi pian liang pian san si pian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wu pian liu pian qi ba pian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jiu pian shi pian pian pian fei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fei ru lu hua jie bu jian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rough English Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;One petal two petals three four petals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Five petals six petals seven eight petals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nine petals ten petals petals petals fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fly toward the flowers and all disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rather stupid I'd say... But at least I can learn more Chinese. Put aside the numbers k. I've memorised until 19...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pian-petals&lt;br /&gt;fei-fly (I also got to know it means concubine... izzit??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't translate the rest. I've got a list of translated words in my head and in my file too. I'll put it up someday kk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/My%20Fair%20Princess/HZGG-poem2.jpg&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pin Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Qian bu jian gu ren,&lt;br /&gt;Hou bu jian lai zhe,&lt;br /&gt;Nian tian di zi you you,&lt;br /&gt;She huang gong er tian xia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rough English Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Can't see people from the past in the front,&lt;br /&gt;Can't see people from the future in the back,&lt;br /&gt;The world is so huge,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have that world than the palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/My%20Fair%20Princess/HZGG-poem3.jpg&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Poem from Xiao Yan Zi... Let's hear how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Xiao Yan Zi's Poem in Pin Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zhou jin yi jian fang,&lt;br /&gt;Si mian dou shi qiang,&lt;br /&gt;Tai tou jian lao shu,&lt;br /&gt;Di tou jian zang lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Rough English Translation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You walk into a room,&lt;br /&gt;Walls are on all four sides,&lt;br /&gt;Lift your head and see rats,&lt;br /&gt;Lower your head and see roaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit:&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and poems gotten from &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/gryffindorqueen/hzgg/"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/gryffindorqueen/hzgg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. Real cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109802547720373566?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109802547720373566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109802547720373566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109802547720373566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109802547720373566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-got-in-after-doing-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109777483297094009</id><published>2004-10-15T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T01:27:12.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! yo!!! New midi on ma blog! If some of you remember, it's the song from Fushigi Yugi, the anime played on the bus at 6.30a.m. on the bus last time. You know Miaka... Priestess of Suzaku and Tamahome. That's the only two I remember since they're lovers... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, check out Dolve Vita under Fav. links for an unregrettable story. Dolve Vita is French of Sweet Times... This story was translated and localised from a chinese book. Thanks for the story and info Val! I lurve de story loads! The ending sad... I nearly cry lor... And the words were pretty meaningful... Wait a mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;There are times in life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When the person you will love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;For the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Walks into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You hurt that person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You push them away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Not meaning to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you do this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You lose that person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;They walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You are afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;To go on, after this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But what choice do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Is hope that one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If that person really was the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You will meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, just by chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You get that second chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Remember the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Learn from your mistakes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And never let them happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;You will find out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;That a lifetime of happiness awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If kisses were water, I’d give you a sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If hugs were leaves, I’d give you a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If spaces were love, I’d give eternity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And if you are true and sincere to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I’ll keep all my love just for thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And every morning when you open your eyes, Tell yourself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every second is a gift from God.You’ve got to dance like nobody’s watching, and love like it’s never going to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don’t need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I dance swiftly, amidst the silence of the paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Angels glance on me... be it surprise, be it admiration, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it ain’t gonna stop my rhythm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;‘cos it’s not the Angels glance that made me dance, It’s you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;“True love doesn’t have a happy ending. That’s because true love doesn’t have an ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believes in the promise of love, no matter how long the time and how far the distance.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was kinda long... But I'm gonna make this longer. Weeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of Anime Midi Favs now: (not in order once again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Mononoke-hime - {The Theme and Piano Version one nice...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2) Fushigi Yugi - {The one playing is *Tokimeki no Doukasen* but Wish is not bad, tho a lil for babies lol}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3) Neon Genesis Evangelion - {I can't find the midis!!! I mean for *Piece of Mind* and *Dance Like You Want To Win. To listen, go Dolce Vita...}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4) Sailormoon - {Neva tot I'm gonna like this kinda... But I found *Someday Somebody* from Dolce Vita... Sweet... But dunno where can get the midi.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... Let's turn the time turner three turns shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues - Chem was a brisk! Tho I lost 14 marks straight! No time to do... *G* Hope the rest all correct... (Fat chance!) I couldn't really concentrate on E-Maths. Kept falling asleep... So actually I studied in between naps. Amazing tho that I could practice!!! I did several sums ya noe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - E-Maths was horrible!! I tot it was ok but by 1/3 of de ppr I was already regretting wad I said. It was tricky!!! At the end of one hr, I counted I lost 25 marks. Yo wake up man! It's /40!!! Fail liao!!! I was like couldn't keep hold of myself n kept asking ppl if fail E-Maths stay back!! I mean I dun wanna stay back ya noe!!! I was like freaking out while ppl were enjoying themselves liao! To make things worse got lib short meeting summore.. Grr... Let's c my schedule... This Fri (tmr or todae is more like it) got meeting for farewell party. 2nd Nov, lib duty. Can't take 1st cos I tink it's Malay O. Then 8th Nov I think got another duty. Juz for committee members. I do morning shift with Yili, can live... 9th I'm not sure if Si Hui can come. If she go holiday then I do duty for her lar, if she neva go den me free lar. 10th I think is the farewell party, hmm... need to plan that tmr... todae.. wadeva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Woke up, bathe, eat, change clothes, go out. Nice? Not nice... Let's cut this short k... Went to City Plaza, Tanjong Katong Complex, Pasar Geylang, Surau, Paya Lebar MRT, Bugis, Seiyu, Eunos MRT, Geylang Serai (that dull building ya noe), Pasar Geylang, Tamp interchange, ShopNSave and finally home... Let's c... My mom bought black kebaya and I bought black selendang at City Plaza. Bought Apple&amp;Aloe Vera drink and Mentos for 80 or 85 c each at Tanjong Katong Complex aka Yokoso... On the way to Pasar Geylang, bought my father's green batik silk shirt for $10 and brooches 4 for $14! My mom bought a maroon batik kurung and I bought a turqoise same design at Pasar Geylang. Both total was $100. I was jumping with joy cos I lurve the colour sooooooo much!!! Vvvvv nice!!! At Seiyu, my mom bought a beige shoe for $33.90 and I bought a gold erm... sandal(? Girl kind lar) for $19.90 and a gold bag for $9.90. Tired, but went back to Geylang cos my mum suddenly feels like buying curtains. Bought a brown translucent kinda material with red and brown flowers for $10. It matches with the red and yellow curtains we have at home. Just modify can lar. I chose one hor... Then wadeva lar, me tired to talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... altogether me complete, ready for Hari Ray already. Only if I find a bluish, green selendang or green shoe then I wanna buy. If not, juz mitch match lar... I got a green with blotches of blue kebaya and a golden shorter kinda kebaya. Bought fr AC collection for $150. In total...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawn* I need to sleep... Wait, let me change the midi. I think Mononoke is nicer than the Fushigi Yugi one... Nite... Need to bangun sahur in 4 hrs time. Gotta sleep... Muz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Neway, juz discovered the use of coloured text todae... Lol...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109777483297094009?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109777483297094009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109777483297094009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109777483297094009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109777483297094009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-yo-new-midi-on-ma-blog-if-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109737676445390287</id><published>2004-10-10T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:27:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My head's swimming with songs@!!! Not in order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1) Mickey Mouse Club {Disney - remember the M-I-C K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E}&lt;br /&gt;2) Miracles Happen {Princess Diaries - I believe the lyrics a big deal}&lt;br /&gt;3) Help Me {Dunno - I like the rhythm}&lt;br /&gt;4) Bring It All Back {S Club 7 - Like the lyrics}&lt;br /&gt;5) So Yesterday {Hilary Duff - I dun fancy the singer but the song's sweet and great lyrics}&lt;br /&gt;6) Unwell {Matchbox 20 - No reasons particularly. What if I say I sympathise the singer? ;)}&lt;br /&gt;7) Intuition {Jewel - I can't remember the reason, last time fav}&lt;br /&gt;8) What If {Kate Winslet - Song's real sweet and smooth. Slow (compliment) too}&lt;br /&gt;9) I'm not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman {Britney Spears - The title fits}&lt;br /&gt;10) Jumpin Jumpin {Destiny's Child - Makes me wanna PARTY!!!!}&lt;br /&gt;11) {The Corrs - Breathless, Dreams, Irresistible, Runaway, What Can I do?, Would You Be Happier? - Juz love em}&lt;br /&gt;12) If You Could Read My Mind {Stars on 54 - Makes me wanna clap my hands and lyrics &amp;amp; rhythm cool}&lt;br /&gt;13) Semi Charmed Life {Third Eye Blind - Kinda loud but like it la...}&lt;br /&gt;14) He Wasn't Man Enough {Toni Braxton - Like the rhythm}&lt;br /&gt;15) Crash and Burn {Savage Garden - Like the lyrics loads! The fact tt it comes fr Sylvia makes me feel better}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... tat's a lot! Well, anw, juz finished typing out the Ramadhan Project I'm planning on my family this month. I notice that the family ties are very loose already so I made this up for all family members to express the truth. They'll (more like we'll) need to list de strengths and weaknesses of everyone and also buy or make something for them, make a 'family as a whole' list and be relli creative! I hope this works... Relli, no kidding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's now turn the time turner 4 times and go back to Wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed - Bio was okok. I should have started studying earlier. I got confused duing the exam cos I keep forgetting what I've crammed into my head last min. Anw, Charmed was great! Go Wyatt!! He's gonna be King when he grows up. Err... sorta. Oh, and I actually studied Physics for tmr and understood! I hope de paper's gonna b ez as Mr Mubarak said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs - Physics... Section A was peasy but Section B *faints* So hard!! I answered all cept a few qns but my brain was in a whirl... Section C was ok. I can do half-half then can juz tikam-tikam. But THEN, no time to do qns 4!!! Tats like de easiest lor! Just press calculator (mebe), draw graph, find ans@!!!! aRgH!!!! Sheesh... Suddenly I feel like eating the apple studdard. Alia relli made me think of it so much!! I wanna taste it!! But first, I dunno where to buy it and second, it's like $3.50. Wah... Anw, today's Sg Idol rocks! Fav for today is Maia. Weird, I like hated her so much. I used to like Daphne, Sylvester and Leandra loads. But today I think Daphne was too stressed. She should have smiled more and her voice needed more power. Her clothes oso... Sylvester should shake up! He was like standing there then moving forward, backward like rocking chair liao... But then, voice was great, superb! Leandra can la, but she was over-cute. Tweet tweet. Oklah, give chance, song ok but then voice no power, like soft liddat. It's like rock n roll ya noe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri - E-Maths *toink yoi oink - ya noe de springy sound* Kinda tricky and I didn't finish it. I regret doing no 5 intead of 6!!! I mean 6 like more marks and I still know how to do mah! Oso, I shud haf done the 2nd Section first. I was doing doing the graph wen they say time's up, pen's down! Eventhough I didn't put my pen down, I couldn't finish anywatz, sheesh... Ok, Sg Idol. Wha...What's the matter with Singaporeans?? U ppl let Jerry in?? The constipated and rather stupid-looking guy?? I mean some ppl vote cos of looks, I understand tt, but Jerry doesn't have looks! Eeewwwww!!! Puh-leese... David, eventhough was still rather weak, should be in. He can make use of the chance but Jerry?? Naw, he's constipated means he's constipated. Mom! Feed him more dietary fibre... Irritating... I was like banging the mattress cos he got in. Grrr.... Neway, watched Nightmare on Elm Street 1. Hate tt guy! Kill ppl liddat. And urgh! His face's stuck in my mind. Blergh! Anyway, finished Angel of Hope by Lurlene Macdaniel today, yea at 3 a.m. Like de adventure! It's sad tho tt Heather had to go... As in, to heaven. May she meet Ian... *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat - I relli dun feel like toking bout todae n I wun... Juz one thing. Or two. I'm 15 but I still receive children's day presents haha! They're from my last time ustazah who knows my aunt. I didn't give them anything for Teachers' Day leh... I feel so bad... So I made some thank you cards (I'll upload if I can, but I dunno how it's in ppt) and passed them to my grandaunt. Anw, my Quran reading, I think I've reached Juz 10. Woo Hoot!!!! Love this! I'm gonna go ngaji often in the hols!!!! I wanna katam (dunno how to spell) soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun - Morn woke up, memorized Hadis 9, kinda ez cos the words like interlinked. But I still haven memorize de hafsalan one. Brr... only 2 more wks left n I haven memorize!! How?? But well, the 2 long surah relli long and not interlinked lor, especially the first surah. At least fr. Surah Baqarah one I can handle cos wen i read it's like smooth flowing... Ok, me tired now, byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109737676445390287?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109737676445390287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109737676445390287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109737676445390287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109737676445390287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-heads-swimming-with-songs-not-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109695829851769274</id><published>2004-10-05T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T14:38:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eyo! Latest news on Pure-Princess at 2.30: The A-Maths exam for Secondary Three was done horribly by the writer of this article. Stay tune to find out how low she failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahaha, that's nthg but de complete truth. I couldn't do many many qns and when I counted, I already lost like... 58 marks!!! I mean hello, those are the ones that I never do. What about those that I get mistakes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr... What were the A-Maths teachers thinking. Half the school (o.k.) claimed that they;d fail it surely. Even if pass, oso borderline... Haiz... I hope there'll be moderation... Please clever students, don't do so well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... but Lit wasn't bad. Oklah. Thanks to the notes, I answered Kingshaw's suicide qns very thoroughly. Just the suggestion of other paths Kingshaw might take other than killing himself. That was kinda tricky as to me, that was the only way out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem oso not bad. I understood. However, for compare and contrast, I only wrote differences, no similarities of the poet's feelings as I couldn't find any. Then the human nature one, I could only deduce over-confidence. (What's with human nature?? I mean Eng compo got one essay titled this...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I suppose. Bio tmr, I MUST STUDY&lt; MUST&lt; MUST&lt; MUST!!! &lt;---eh...&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing. whoever feels like joined Virtual Hogwarts, join now! Sorting is up! Hurray! I can't wait for exams to be over so I can fill it up. Well, I printed the form out, so... maybe if I dun feel like doing bio, i can always fill this up!!! Hehe... NO! I MUST STUDY!!! Lol, gtg now (b4 my bro blows up into tiny pieces.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109695829851769274?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109695829851769274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109695829851769274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109695829851769274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109695829851769274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/eyo-latest-news-on-pure-princess-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109687431647032473</id><published>2004-10-04T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:18:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two more down, that makes four! And... dunno how many more to go, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Eng P2 and S.S juz now. Both okoklah. Eng was a lil tricky cos the words used in passage hard to understand then I can't replace them in my answers and summary. Overall I finished except for 1/2 qns. Pass or fail? Think can pass la, tho mebe barely... S.S. was rather fun to write, tho tiring, haha! *feels head... no fever...* Relli, I was like writing so smoothly for Section B. Section A... Not so smooth. I wrote crap, but at least a lot. I'm sure I'll get at least 2-3 marks each... Didn't finish t his section, qns 1d, no time liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Tmr got Lit n A-Maths. *checks teachers' temperatures... high fever!!* Crazee or wad?? Put Lit n A-Maths together. Aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Lit I have erm...erm... notes. Can't say, later u go after her. Looks useful, but haven't read in detail. Val oso v kind juz now. She noe I dun haf the guidebk (dun ask y, im nutty...) so she lent me on the ride home. I got to read Kingshaw's character. Hmm... I wanted to buy the book then lah, coz I c v v gd leh, but dun haf at Popular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths... Alia leaked a secret... Hehe, no lar. Juz tat the TYS has everything u need. Juz read dat one then practice. Shud b ok. I hope it's gonna b double-ok! I need A-Maths!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm v tired. Con't lit after the break. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109687431647032473?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109687431647032473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109687431647032473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109687431647032473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109687431647032473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/two-more-down-that-makes-four-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109666387137555022</id><published>2004-10-02T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T04:51:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*G* At 4 a.m. in the morning and my head was bitten off by an 11 yr old. Hey, shut your trap know-it-all. You think you're so gd at rping?? Puh-leese. It's so damn irritating! I mean she kept giving me uninvited lessons on how to RP properly. HELLO! Deaf?? I just said that I'm heading over to the Role-Play rules section. Idiot! Ok, I'm juz so mad! What right does she have anyway?? She's just an Unsort like me. Not like she's a moderator or a professor or a prefect or even a first year student! Sheesh, get out of my sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was talking about this particular girl at VH (&lt;a href="http://www.hogwarts-online.org"&gt;www.hogwarts-online.org&lt;/a&gt;) who couldn't control herself and PMed me so many times. Yuck! So what if she joined about 1-2 mths earlier than me? She can't go around biting ppl's head! She even dares to call herself sweet... Raudah &amp;amp; Fatin, keep away from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109666387137555022?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109666387137555022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109666387137555022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109666387137555022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109666387137555022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/10/g-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109648102355841676</id><published>2004-09-30T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T02:03:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I know! Yes, I'm supposed to be doing Chem P2 and E-Maths P1 and then go to sleep straightaway, but I can't help coming online at 1.45 a.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for now my greatest regret is being soooooo stupid!!! I could have checked my answers and then attempt the third try to get 100%!!! How can I be so silly??? I can't believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt: 76%&lt;br /&gt;Second attempt: 76% (see!)&lt;br /&gt;Third Attempt: 86% (Grrrr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was talking about the Malay Quiz btw. The Bio one... tmr can lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz read Val's blog and I'm reminded of Physics classes where the class always laugh like mad! My teeth could have falln out lol! Jk, jk, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, hu watched the Miss Teen USA?? Well, I did and I'm very happy that Lousiana (however u spell it) won!!!! She was the sweetest of all! She deserved it... She's 18 I think. There was one I'm not sure which, Tennesee I think, was only 16! One yr older than me but looks like 21! Sheesh, whatever do they eat there to get so tall yet look young and have a nice shape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B4 Miss Teen USA, I was watching this Malay drama, "Adakah Lagi Ramadhan" or something and I kept telling myself, "They can't act, they can't act, they can't act!" It's sooo... so lar... Only the taxi driver (Haron), Suzaire (Norman) and Ice from Bara (Putri) can act. The rest, blergh! Some like expressionless, some too over while some (the main character in particular) I was like muttering, "What's her problem?? Shouting shouting... Poor Putri..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, forget that... I'm now soooo worried about Finals! I mean it's like... 3 days away!!! And all I've studied is Chem (which btw I still haven copy the notes in a proper notebk n oso it's like on nx nx Tues...)... The rest?? Havent!!! I'm so nervous bout SS, A-Maths, E-Maths and Physics!!! Help, how?? I tot wen Siti is here (she came over to use my other comp) we can study, but she ended up going to Friendster and chatting in msn mostly and me? I was too busy printing, what with all those double sided n stuff... I mean I didn't have enuff paper... (Siti oso btw...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I dunno if I shud print for tmr's papers now... As in now at 2 a.m.... Shud I? Ok, this is crazeeeeeee, I keep talking to myself!!!!! I need my cat, either one will do, Malice or Skysong or Comot or Precious argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breath deeply in... breath out...* Ok, cooled down... juz a lil teeny weeny bit... Hmm... I wonder what's the surprise Sylvia has for me... I can hardly wait!!! It's juz like us, keeping each other in suspense, haha! But it's fun. It's like always having something nice to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've made up my mind, I'm gonna print Lit, SS, Physics, A-Maths and E-Maths P2 b4 sleeping... Eng, I haf no idea where to find so I'm juz doing the compre ws Mr Tan gav us. Bio, I'll use the comp for awhile to do the quiz tmr. That's all!!! I have 4 days for 9 subjects... Chem and erm... what ah? can put aside. Malay dun need mah. Eng juz practise practise practise... So that means 8-3.5= 4.5 haha! So fr tmr onwards, 1 day I'll do 1.1 (rounded down) subjects per day, lol. Hmm... I'll do SS and Lit tmr and try to squeeze in Eng. Fri &amp; Sat: A-Maths, E-Maths, Physics, Bio (wah...!!! :'() Sun: Eng revise &amp; leftovers. Alamak! Juz remembered muz hafal Hadis 9 by Sun!!! Wah, die die... Better start that today... Yes this night-morning... Klah, I'd better print whatever's needed now then go sleep, bangun Sahur, sleep, bangun Subuh, sleep, bangun as in GET UP YOU LAZY BUM!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109648102355841676?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109648102355841676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109648102355841676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109648102355841676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109648102355841676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-know-i-know-yes-im-supposed-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109627550820436001</id><published>2004-09-27T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T16:58:28.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! At first didn't even feel anything, but during recess I accidently hit the wound on the bench and until now can feel the piercing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with... PE... Mr Ng said that this will be our last PE so he let us play wadeva we want. I wanted badminton but ppl were needed for the floorball game, so I joined the green team. I so badly wanted the yellow team, but too many ppl oredi... Boo hoo! So well, played and played. I was attacker, defender, goalie, player wadeva throughout the game (cos dun wanna run alot... hehe). During the game, there was sooooo many times my leg got caught in a sea of (electrons, lol jk) sticks. Somehow, I dunno when, I got two gashes on my leg. I saw it while tying my shoelaces, then got blood on my hand cos i accidently touched it!!! I was like frozen for awhile, then I juz wiped my hand on a tissue and cont playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PE, there was twice I tried to clean the wound, but the hardening blood dun wanna go away... Until now! So anyway, about the game... Sharon was like swinging the stick so... (I-dunno-u-insert-ur-own-vocab-here). She hit Khai and made some scratches on her arm. There was once when she swung the stick like golf. OI, WANNA KILL PPL IZZIT?? She oso go around trying to snatch the ball and hitting ppl's legs. Got another part, Alia accidently hit Siti and she has a small round gash on her middle finger, the joint that part. It looks kinda deep... Conclusion: Floorball can be rough but it can still be quite fine as long as Sharon plays badminton or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my team: green lost with the score of 3:6 *G* But the game was fun! Ye Qing, Xuna, Tallie and Emily were great. But not forgetting Siti who keeps most of the balls out! She had to defend the goal by herself. Tallie, Emily and myself will just run to her aid at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I made a fool of myself outside the bus juz now when i kept saying my bag's too big n i cant go on de bus but i badly wanna take tt bus. I was like so frantic, haha. Dun ask. I haf stomache now, so, cyaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109627550820436001?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109627550820436001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109627550820436001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109627550820436001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109627550820436001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/wah-at-first-didnt-even-feel-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109616704032574549</id><published>2004-09-26T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T10:50:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I studied. I actually studied!!! Studying with Valerie was great. She helps me to think more. She's also a great friend. I mean while we were talking about violins, she even offered me to come over to her house to learn how to play! But of course I didn't take it. I don't want to be spoiling her instruments. :S I mean I so have no idea how to play a violin and my piano fingering is sooooo basic. I'll just waste her time. And did you know, she have a flute home?? OMG!!!! *G* I'm gonna ask my mum for a flute for my birthday I think. I don't mind spending my December hols this year learning the skills so I can play it if she buys me one. Ok, I'd better go finish my hw and continue revising Chem, tataz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109616704032574549?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109616704032574549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109616704032574549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109616704032574549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109616704032574549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-i-studied.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109603877690684499</id><published>2004-09-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:12:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh, I think I hurt my bro this morn when I told him why didn't he take the bus vefore the bus we took (he went out of hse earlier than me.) I didn't mean to tell him not to take the same bus with me lar. What I meant was that if he had taken the bus earlier, the bus would have to wait for him to board the bus and so I got time to get on. I mean, I was running running, then suddenly the bus doors closed, so I had to get in the queue, hish... I like to take that bus, reach sch v early, then can go upstairs and study. That was why I brought Bio along!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I opened a saloon in sch todae lolx. It all started when Elyn asked me to french braid (scorpion wadeva) her hair during sooooooooo boring SS. I tot, "Well, no harm's done with trying..." 'cause before this I've tried braiding Alia and Siti's haor and both were unsuccessful. So, well, I braideed lor... Then, *poof* it was rather neat and nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Celine asked me to do her hair. I tried, but her hair badly layered, I couldn't even hold her hair. (Sry Cel... U had to b odd juz now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia then asked me to do her hair. I did lor, juz one more... Besides, I wanna know if then, after successfully braiding Elyn's shoulder-;ength hair, I can braid Alia's long but layered hair. And is was successful! Kinda... After English I saw her hair coming out on all sides already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Siti oso wanted. But the bell rang and has to go English oredi... I convinced Siti I'll braid her hair in English class. Along the way, I braided mine lor, I mean I can't be braiding my classmates' hair and mine is a plain long ponytail... So well, English... Mr Tan straightaway asked us to go into groups to do Summary. Siti sat behind me in groups but I felt so 'in between'. I can't not braid Siti's hair but I oso can't leave my grp do the freaky summary alone. So I braided Siti's hair fast fast. At first it was ok, but as it gets towards the neck, everything starts coming out as Siti's hair is rather thick and my hands are too small to take. Besides, her hair oso short AND too silky at the same time, so keeps sliding away... So at the end, it was relli horrible tt I had to take it out. By then I already so guilty 'cause I got Marcus and I think Zhixin too fr my grp engrossed in watching me braid Siti's hair. So I went back lor... Siti: I have no intention whatsoever not to braid your hair, but English's important and I need practise in it. See, you finished your summary but by the end of the lesson, I was still struggling to get about 80 more words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bell rings bla bla, I continued braiding Siti's hair. I made up my mind not to braid the bottom part, but I forgot and the whole braid was a mess again. I then tried to braid again. This time it was a bit better, but still v loose. What am I supposed to do??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I went to take my Bio book which I accidently left in humanities' room, Siti's braid came off. I still felt guilty that she had to be odd. So at the canteen, I tied again. First time, I forgot about the bottom part. Second time, I lost my grip. Third one, much better but still v v v loose. But my hands were pain oredi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shairah then saw the braid and asked me to braid her hair and I was like 'tak sampai hati' lyke dat, so I braided lor. Hers turned out neat except for a bit of faults, usual stuff, even I get that in my hair. Then Siti was like saying how come Shairah's one turned out nice and I oredi dunno wad to sae. I mean, I can't help it. Maybe Monday, I'll get Alia to help me braid your hair dince her fingers longer than mine, much longer... Raudah then looked at Shairah's hair and 'booked' me for Monday to do her hair. Phew, lucky she mention Monday, if not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then at the bus stand, we missed two or three bus 10 'cause it was very full. Since we were doing nothing and the only other girl among us was Fatin, I tot why don't I braid Raudah's hair then, and so I did... Hers oso turned out great, just a bit  crooked 'cause I wasn't standing right behind her. But still ok... Fat in then asked if I braided my own hair a d I said yes. I also re-braided my hair, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So total... I braided 7 heads, 2 of which was unsuccessful. Then, I think I braided hair 11-12 times in total, with the tryings and all... *G* That's a lot ya noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I then went to Raudah's hse with her and Fatin to study. But practically, I didn't study, lolx. I mean we missed so many busses that by the time we reached her hse I only have 1/2 to 1 hr to study, wic is relli not much... Went home after that, went online for awhile, then went ngaji. I ngaji quite a lot today, hurray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm very sleepy oredi... Tmr I'm gonna study Chem wif Valerie at Tamp lib. Finally got fren to study wif at lib, hehe!!! I'm looking forward to it. For now, I'm feeling very thirsty, tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109603877690684499?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109603877690684499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109603877690684499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109603877690684499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109603877690684499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/sheesh-i-think-i-hurt-my-bro-this-morn.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109567654365263842</id><published>2004-09-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:35:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! Early in the morning I go sch oredi so fed up! I had to hobble and bobble all de way to de interchange, den my hair clip pulled my hair out (if u understand) n den my ppers all on de floor. Tt gerl hu passed by didn't even help, urgh! Some ppl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, I missed my normal time bus n so reach sch cant go upstairs to study peacefully. i tot nvm lah, can concentrate but den... i dun wan tok bout it lah. Juz make me so pissed off! So angry ya noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky A-Maths was kinda ok, tho a bit fast n i onli got time t o copy down ans, no time to understand. But Mr Yong v gd, he gav us 1 whole period to study. He say dun need 4 us to lie down on de table n start reading our notes, hehe. Gd, gd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Eng P1 was... TeRrIbLe!!!! I took so much time planning n thinking of words 2 use dat i didn't hav time 2 write gd essay! I did de speech first n wah i tink tt one 400-500 words already sia!  Halfway, I stopped (it was oredi 9.50 lar), I wrote de essay. Meow meow, I think I get low marks... I got confused wic is argumentative wic is expository den wen i write only pt n explanation, no reason, no example, no summary. Wah! Den my pts oso repetitive lor. Aiyo! I dunno lar, this Eng paper so hard, i t ink only Shi Yun n Tallie can do well. Oh n Andrea too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after tt I went to eat b4 finishing my theme book review thingy. Noe wad? I took such a loooooooooong time dat those taking malay n chinese paper (i take hml) finish oredi. Den Billy n his frenz came over to my table n asked me to move. Wen I refused, Billy pushed aside my things while his fren shook de table. I cant do nethin but to move lor! Aiya, so not gentleman. I got de fan first wad... Hours first b4 him liaoz. Neway, I cant believe it wen Mrs Tay came out n sit wif dem 2 do... CHEMISTRY!!! Billy, b...i...l...l...y... u noe! Wah, at de rate de slackers in my class r goin, im dead oredi lar... So well... gtg do Bio ws n study Chem for tmr's test, byez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109567654365263842?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109567654365263842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109567654365263842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109567654365263842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109567654365263842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/wah-early-in-morning-i-go-sch-oredi-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109477444158133469</id><published>2004-09-10T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T08:00:41.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey! Supposed to be doing somekind of hw, but... too hungry so came online... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I dun tink I'll be doin CIP today, it's my close aunt's b'dae n besides one of my mom's fren who lives near my aunt is not feeling well, so need to visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I juz realised y so hot n quiet... Den I realise the fan is off as well as the speaker. Aiyoh... Aww... I'm too hungry... Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, watched Cinderella on Wed wif Iyl, Iyl n Iyl's fren, hehe... I dunno y im so emo, 1/2way @ de part wer that b***h, Austin's ex exposed Sam den Austin looked @ Sam in disbelief. Sam went to her room n cried on her bed n i cried along, it's lyke... ouch! I was soooo happy 4 her wen Austin kissed her @ de football game infront of so many ppl. Sam is Cinderella indeed. And both Sam n Austin went to Princeton College together n lived happily ever after... I was lyke smiling lyke hell @ de end. Btw, Austin was rather cute, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... hormones r werkin lolx. I mean, how many xs do u hear me sae a guy is cute? Fine, I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, it's oredi Friday n ask me wic hw I've actually finished? NONE! Oh sheesh, wads happenin to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored... I dun wan to face all those hw! Can u believe 3/1?? They actualli haf onli Malay n Bio. Tts all~!!! And 3/3, we all haf Bio, Chem, Physics, A-Maths, Malay n oso read a sci-fi bk 4 Eng. Like... not fair loh! Wad 3/1 so clever oredi izzit?? Urgh! Im so irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, watched Sg Idol yest n I was lyke... stunned @ de results?? I mean tt constipation-guy, dunno-wads his name n tt over-acting-guy, Taufik or wadeva got in. I mean ewww, wads wif Sg?? Those 2 can nv b Idol! I mean, relli, not kidding! I'm relli glad tho tt Shirin, Nana n Beverly got it @ last. If they didn't, den... I'm speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I tok so long oredi, I'd better go now, byez! Remember 1 thing, express ur luv as early as possible 2 ya luv ones, coz u'll nv noe wen they'd bne gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109477444158133469?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109477444158133469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109477444158133469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109477444158133469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109477444158133469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-hey-hey-supposed-to-be-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109460899125972641</id><published>2004-09-08T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T10:03:11.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I found out that Aura, Illu n Ki (dunno their real names) are 15, or just turning 15! Among the 4 of us, I'm de oldest hehe... Dunno bout Heath n Anni tho. But I tink Anni's the same age as Aura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... played congkak wif my mum yest until lyke wad. But fun lar... tho she beat me dunno how many xs n i onli beat her lyke 3 rounds?? We played lyke traditional style where we cont cont dun stop after 1 round wan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actualli im supposed to do CIP again wif Nuurul den watch Cinderella wif Iyliana, her twin n her fren... But changed plans, had to do library MMRC noticeboard, so i tot follow same schedule, juz change CIP with library. Den Hui Chan sms me say she cant make it... Wah... I oso dun wan to go lar, i mean not lyke Joanna can come (I called, ok). Den my mum added, go Geylang after i watch movie, die sia! My hw all how?? So now, I'm forcing myself to start tt library thingy, but i juz cant, im at zephyra now, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'd better go giv kak illa a testi 1st den start on my werk, buai buai (laju2 sampai pokok ru!!!) Hahakz, malay song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109460899125972641?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109460899125972641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109460899125972641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109460899125972641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109460899125972641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/wow-i-found-out-that-aura-illu-n-ki.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109454241115736142</id><published>2004-09-07T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:33:31.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wen I woke up dis morning, I tot, "ooohhh yay! my leg's ok!" but wen i returned fr CIP bout an hr ago, i told myself, "n now both my legs hurt..." All tt standing n shelving the books were tiring. Not onli was it irritating to haf kids running round us, but we oso had to shelf so many bks! Aiyo! Haiz... I tot bout doin Bio todae, but later lar, i wan 2 check e-mail n all 1st. So well, cyaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109454241115736142?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109454241115736142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109454241115736142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109454241115736142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109454241115736142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/wen-i-woke-up-dis-morning-i-tot-ooohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109448206393239798</id><published>2004-09-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:47:43.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz read Rehana's blog and got this 'pang' feeling tt i miss her... London sounds so nice n peaceful... Sch doesn't sound bad either. I may not lyke the way they're exams r arranged, but the subjects sound fun n de ppl sound sooooo friendly!!! Haiz... If onli i can visit London, i won't mind if tt wud b my onli time, i wud lurve 2 c dis wonderful place... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109448206393239798?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109448206393239798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109448206393239798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109448206393239798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109448206393239798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/juz-read-rehanas-blog-and-got-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109447881554952433</id><published>2004-09-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T21:53:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ouch!!! That was what I said when I woke up. Dunno y, I juz couldn't stand coz my right leg, the back side v painful leh! When I went to the kitchen, I actually hopped one-legged all the way... I was supposed to do CIP @ lib wif Nuurul, cancelled... Went to the doctor instead (no, i didn't jump all de way, juz limp der larz). I tried my best, but tears just start rolling at the clinic, soooooooo painful lor!!!! When I see the doctor, he asked me my name, age and what's the problem. I say lah like sprain liddat, den he ask wad happened. Well, i relli dunno so i sae i dunno lor. He looked stunned den he looked at my feet wic den he go n press @ de painful part, tendon wadeva n ask me if it hurts. It hurts lyke hell sia! I was like clutching at the table trying to break the wood. He den wash his hands n start giving suggestions wad mite haf happened. He suggested one, "You probably dreamt that you were playing soccer and started kicking around." It was so funni lor! With the pain I had to bear n his joke, tears started rolling again. I wonder wad he tinks... So anw, wen i go to the pharmacy tt side, i saw 1 more person limping lyke me. Juz tt morning, I saw 1 more at the registration area. Wah, wen i told my mum, she said it muz b de, in malay, angin pus pus! Hahakz! Went home, ate a lil more, ate medicine den sleep until round 6. I wanted to do hol hw, but err... u noe me... hehe... My leg still hurting a bit but at least doesn't go "nyut, nyut, nyut" Hehe... I mean the blood gets pumped n giv tt err... "feeling??" Oh well, I tink i shud try start on my hw, tataz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109447881554952433?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109447881554952433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109447881554952433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109447881554952433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109447881554952433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/ouch-that-was-what-i-said-when-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109420152221688950</id><published>2004-09-03T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T16:52:02.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elloz! Last day of sch yay! A whole lot of hw boo! Oh well, that's always the case... Then first day sch reopen, E-Maths graph test, then that Sat got Malay end-of-yr n then the mondae got Eng end-of-yr. Weaiuo, boing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualli i dunno wad to sae u noe... I wanted to install the HP 2 game back to my comp but can't, so, so boring lor... N dun u dare ask me 2 go n do hw, aiye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current status:~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: moody, hungry&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: the fan&lt;br /&gt;Listening: ppl playing basketball&lt;br /&gt;Moving: my legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember! Let me talk bout my progress report... I wasn't too sad bout my results but I wasn't too happy either. I passed all subjects but I relli relli noe I could have done much better, not with the tests, but with the efforts i put in in every assignment. Relli, I noe i can do it... But well, the fact tt my MSG was 3.6 wic i considered ave in my class, i wasn't feeling so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Daphne (not 3/4 larz...) got into the finals (I tink) of Sg Idol! Woo hoot! Wait, did I talk bout this oredi?? Nvm, it's juz tt eventhough she's a bit "babyish" n in malay "mengada-ngada", her voice's gr8, at least she noes how to choose songs to suit her voice... She's alwaes so lively n brightens up ppl's daes. I mean she sang "I Will Survive" yesterday n it was gr8 man! Juz... totally cool... U look @ how the other contestants dance to her song in the "finale" sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... 1 wk hols coming up... My plans:&lt;br /&gt;1) start my CIP, at least 3 hrs each day on all 5 weekdays&lt;br /&gt;2) do all the new hw&lt;br /&gt;3) finish up my unfinished hw fr this term&lt;br /&gt;4) start revising thoroughly especially malay&lt;br /&gt;5) finish the malay bk, Hati Seorang Wanita&lt;br /&gt;6) do the MMRC noticeboard at lib&lt;br /&gt;7) get sufficient sleep&lt;br /&gt;8) get someone to play some sports with me&lt;br /&gt;9) follow my mum to Arab street to start buying Raya clothes&lt;br /&gt;10) go Wild Wild Wet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I dunno larz... But I'm sure I won't be able to do all these, but i hope the ones tt i won't get to do won't be the study side one. I relli need those!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I'm relli hungry. Gtg off now, byez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109420152221688950?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109420152221688950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109420152221688950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109420152221688950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109420152221688950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/elloz-last-day-of-sch-yay-whole-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109413385717354244</id><published>2004-09-02T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:04:17.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 1-dae-Belated Teachers' Day to all teachers out there n to my bro who juz got acceptance letter to NIE!!! Congratz congratz, gd luck, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... today was quite a 'dreamy' day as it passed so fast! Not tt I'm complaining or sumthin, but juz tt all of a sudden it's oredi Bio test! It's quite oklah... not too hard, but not too easy either. I hope I get distinction for Bio overall pls..... Tt reminds me, get progress report tmr, aiyoh... Eng I tink barely pass, maybe fail, Physics like confirm fail, then E-Maths wah... I tink oso fail... Then SS... tests i get low marks, the June holiday project he extend extend oso i never hand in, bad me! I relli hope n wish upon all the stars in da galaxy tt I'll pass all my subjects, pweezie pweezzzzee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CME juz now, 3/1 - 3/4 go hall for sex&amp;media talk, dunno wad rubbish. I nearly fall asleep, relli! Soooooooooo boring! I was like braiding my hair, passing bio paper, talking to Siti, making fun of the coach n all. (I sound lyke a nad gal haha) Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was sickening &amp; all-so-not-happening library duty... Haiz... many pple cannot make it n so i was left the only senior with Licia, Zhi Yu n Nazreen (n i'm the shortest, oooo, soooo fun! blergh!). There was like sooo many bks i tink i shelved 40 malay bks, 5 eng bks, 5 chi bks, 5 reference n 5 non-fic... I skipped repairing n counter. All I did was MMRC (juz sum stuff), shelf bks n shelf-read. Wah! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... enuff bout todae, dun wanna hear bout it... Yesterday... let's c... Teachers' Day, so no sch. I spent the morn snoring, the afternoon playing online games wif Sylvia n the evening trying to study bio, do ws, do A-Maths n do SS project. Haha, fat chance, 4get it! In the end, I juz finish ws n read half of Bio, juz imp pts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago was totally cool! (Well... after the morn part...) Though I had to spend the morn listening to Siti grumble cos those involved in concert changed the 3/3 schedule to follow lower sec. So well... while other concert performers tt get to perform for upper sec (&gt;:() go up to hall, I was stuck with da rest of da upper sec in da field doing aces. Grrrrrr..... Then my class went up to start the Breakfast With Teachers. Relli, we spent $150  4 nothing. I didn't get to taste the fried rice or the sticks or the curry puff or the samosa. So... I onli ate 1 chicken wing, round 4 sushi (Sang Jin mum make v nice leh!) n i tink 4 cups of drinks onli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the breakfast i was running, first to catch Miss Lela, then to catch 4/5 class act (v cool! funni leh!), then to catch Mr Mubarak on the 4t floor, then to go n change to costume, then back to class, urgh! Blablabla, I was backstage waiting for 2/3 to end their play which they extended until soooo long. Talked to a 5/1 gal n to 2 dancers. Nice tokin to em in my nervous state. Finally, it was our turn! I'm not sure it went well cos I was too engrossed in the play. Sum of the funni parts didn't werk out but sum went v well. My remembered my lines n juz 4got minor placements. The dance was totally energising, we were shaking every limb to the song, Grease Lightning (yeah baby yeah!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our play, we received sum small praises before running to the back of the hall to watch other classes act. 5/1 was relli relli funni, my stomach hurts! The Temasek freestylers were quite messy, too many ppl, but overall was not bad. Well coordinated n all... After I got bored, I went back to class hoping to find sum food or drinks but there was totally NOHING!!! Ow man! I juz changed, then start wrapping up sum last min presents. Wen i was done, i dumped my unwanted things into my locker before fetching that big water dispenser, send the presents n making my way to my pri sch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my pri sch, i couldn't find my way to the HOD rm to my teacher's table as da sch had juz undergone PRIME changes thingy. Wen i finally found my way, i saw tt Lock Bin, Wing Ki, Sze Hwee, Jeh Ni n Iyliana were der. I was surprised to be greeted quite merrily. We tok tok, den Mdm Irma arrived. I've alwaes not toked a lot wif her n so i juz let my former classmates tok. Soon after, Izhar arrived n I saw his silat. He was a bit more friendlier to me den da last time we met, though he teased we alot wif my big water dispenser calling it an oil tank n all. Den we went out, bla bla bla, den me, Iyliana n Izhar returned to the HOD rm coz Amalina n Hakimah were der n their stories are normally exciting! So well, Amalina n Mdm Irma started chatting bout Fahmi n Fuad wif frequent interuptions fr Izhar. Den we went to da topic on Mdm Irma's daughter. We laughed quite a lot @ Amel's actions n Izhar's kinda stutter. Ok, so bla bla bla, met Nadiah, toured da sch n all. Den Wing Ki, Jeh Ni, Sze Hwee, Iyl n Nad decided to go to eat. As for me, I went home... Phew, gr8 afternoon spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to tok bout Monday?? I dun tink so. There's onli 1 thing i remember, I was starving during HML wic was straight after sch since we requested tt we wanted to b released early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well... I dunno wad to sae now after letting out so many with the 4th finger of ma rite finger, hehe. Gonna go watch results of Sg Idol now, tataz! 1 last word, alwaes look on da brite side of life ppl!!! Oh n oso visit INFORM fr &lt;a href="http://www.temasekss.moe.edu.sg"&gt;www.temasekss.moe.edu.sg&lt;/a&gt;. It's on da rite side under newsletter. Dun 4get to read on da Sec 3 camp :P Cyaz! (Wah started typing @ 7:22, end @ 10:02 pm... Nvm, I was typing bulletin board in friendster. Add me ppl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109413385717354244?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109413385717354244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109413385717354244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109413385717354244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109413385717354244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-1-dae-belated-teachers-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109374801486482754</id><published>2004-08-29T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T10:53:34.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah!!!! I wanted to blog so much yesterday, but I was in the toilet and when I went out, my bro is glued to the comp already!!! This morning, from round 8:30 till now is mine hwahwahwa!!! Crazee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I cut a bit of my fringe yest, not relli noticable but at least easier to handle as I can comb the rest of the hair into my hairband and I still wont look bald. I like it v much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say something bout yest tt I relli want to say but I relli cant remember, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I dunno wad to give Mdm Irma n Mdm Dewi... And all the rest of the teachers... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wad to say leh, so I guess cyaz nx time! Buai buai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109374801486482754?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109374801486482754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109374801486482754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109374801486482754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109374801486482754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/wah-i-wanted-to-blog-so-much-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109360822654687887</id><published>2004-08-27T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T20:03:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepy deh... Aiyoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we revealed the Angels-Mortal thingy. Well... urm... half the class or less did actually... Before I had the chance to tell Valerie I'm her mortal she already went up to me and asked, "Are you my mortal?" I knew it, she would know, I wasn't careful a couple of times too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today oso we (several Sec 3 classes) had our oral exam. I'm the last in line and since I was cold and nervous I couldn't sit still. If in Malay, it'd be a phrase: Like a burning worm... I changed place God-knows how many times. I'm lucky that I sat near Valerie, Karen, Si Hui and Alia. They helped me quite a lot oso lar. So... my turn in front of Mrs Verma... Nervous, panicked, forgot whatever I wanna say, uh oh! The passage was about err... wait a min... I 4got! All I know was Mrs Verma commented I was too fast and so can't hear some words properly. The pict convo was bout the spectators at a soccer match. I forgot words like spectators and get together and I didn't interpret much. From what Mrs Verma told me, I think I passed but very low... The convo was to talk about a game where my team lost. I forgot things like "try to do better" next time, "should have encouraged my team members", "boost the spirit of my team members" and stuff like that. *smacks head* Boo hoo!!! I know I could have done much much better! Mrs Verma actually had to prompt me to tell me about feelings or atmosphere... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... all I can think of now is how hard I'll need to work this weekend to finish ALL my hw, play piano/flute/violin, ballet, speak Mandarin &amp; Arab fluently and sleep (and someone...). If only all these imaginations (daydreams hehe) can come true. How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... I gtg to Bio and some A Maths then I'm gonna let myself be eaten up by ZzZzZz monster! I'll update ya on this whole wk nx tyme, early nitez!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109360822654687887?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109360822654687887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109360822654687887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109360822654687887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109360822654687887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/sleepy-deh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109335064180665478</id><published>2004-08-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:30:41.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!!! I dunno why but I seem to talk alot nowadays, be it to myself, to someone who isn't listening or to someone that just doesn't seem to understand what am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I plyed badminton in the hall with Khai and Meiying. Meiying good leh! Wah me and Khai were like running half crazy, haha! I think she should join that interhouse badminton competition. That reminds me, I feel like joining, but well... I think I'd juz embarrass myself later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test!!!! First time I say that it's easy and I finished whole paper!!!!! I hope I get full marks, pls, pls, pleazie weezie with cheezie weezie cherry on top!!! Long time I never get full marks ya noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, met Ms Low juz now and told her bout the loooooong story. Got confused halfway but straightened out at last. There was supposed to be ELDDS phototaking today for INFORM, but 3/1 classroom was used by Sec 4s and Fahmi said no meeting so I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, poor Abbas... He wrote two good articles for INFORM and both were not accepted. Aiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz now before dinner I came online, I tot I can finish my SS hols hw (yea I noe, I noe!) but I ended up playing all kinds of great games on yahoo with Sylvia. So fun! But now I really need to finish that SS hw + SS SBQ qns + Physics brain gym n marks gainer + chem eqn ws + bio crossword puzzle ws + A-Maths hols hw (ok, JUZ SHUT UP) + A-Maths wks n wks ago assignments on factor/remainder theorem, linear law, funct and trigo funct + E-Maths txbk... Help!!!!! I'm so dead! All this by tmr or thursday! How!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Fri I got... OMG! I'm supposed to do library make-up duty but I juz remembered I have oral exams and I'm the last one in line!!!!! No!!!!! Ok, I realli need to go, I'm dead, cyaz, I'm dead, bye, I'm... alive!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109335064180665478?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109335064180665478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109335064180665478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109335064180665478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109335064180665478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/hey-i-dunno-why-but-i-seem-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109310685017771517</id><published>2004-08-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T00:47:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Asri! It was all... just a lie?? A big joke?? How can you? I knew it, migrating haha yeah rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anywaez, Rehana's REALLI going back to England tmr, no doubt abt tt. Bubbye Rehana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've got lotsa things to write after 3 days. Let's see... Li Jia Wei, Singapore's table tennis player didn't make it into the finals. She already got 3 game point and North Korea (I think) only got 1 but the N.K. caught up and Jia Wei missed making into the final round and clinching either gold or silver just by 2/3 points! Urgh! I hate tt N.K. woman, keep shouting when she gets a point, I'm sure it was to distract Jia Wei and make her tense!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how can I forget to say this... 3/1 and 3/3 made it for the Teachers' Day celebration!!!!!!!!!!!!! After our hard work, we couldn't help but shout of joy when the results were announced in the hall yest (or Fri is more like it). I realli tot we didn't make it but well, miracles do happen! How I wish I can put "Miracles Happen" song here. In fact I'm listening to it now! But guys, seriously... We'd better work harder and make sure we have the mikes in our hands, our backs not facing the audience and remember our lines!!! We don't want to look like fools on Teachers' Day, realli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Next week, the teachers will be keying in our progress report and guess the most fabulous news ever... I haven't do my Physics, A-Maths and SS holiday hw. In addition, I only finish halfway for A-Maths Factor/Remainder Theorem, Linear Law and Functions. How??? Die die. I'm at a lost of what to do. Then, I oso have 2 wks worth of tt malay bk reort and bio ws. It's so... I dunno! But I can't make myself do them, I just can't I dunno y!!! And it's irritating myself ya noe. Argh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... it's... I dunno wad to say... Nitez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109310685017771517?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109310685017771517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109310685017771517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109310685017771517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109310685017771517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/asri-it-was-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109300815960053424</id><published>2004-08-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T18:54:56.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Blank* *Blank* *Blank*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Homework* *Homework* *Homework*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke!!! Oh, nothing to panic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine, fine! I just wanna say that I hate farewells! First Rehana and now Asri! This is so... sucky! Urgh, just so... !!!It was during ELDDS that Asri said his family's migrating to Kelantan, Malaysia. I was like, "Haha, funny, I don't believe you..." and he was like, "If you don't believe, ask the rest, Elyn all." I just so can't believe it! He'll be migrating as early as this Sunday summore! Aiyoh! Sigh... Looks like I'm short of 2 friends to talk to during ELDDS now. It's going to be sooo booooriiing!!! Urgh!!! :'( Why must this happen??Ok enough of that (No, not enough! I'm too agitated!) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was err... tough? Physics pop quiz sure 0/3 and E-Maths test already confirm 10 marks gone, dunno how to do... Sigh... Then Lit, got back test paper, guess what??? I failed... By 1.5 marks...Anw, last period, after Eng, Kenneth announced that we'll be playing angel-mortal. Aiya, so copycat. 3/6 do, 3/2 do, 3/1 do, 3/3 oso wanna do. So let's see, I got... whoops! Cannot tell! So far I only told one person (diff. class) and one more accidently (he saw my paper) but I trust these two not to reveal it. My problem now, what to give, how to give?? I mean he/she comes early and then, if not her friends would come early. Wah, tough! Hmm... I wonder who my angel is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDDS was actually short and sweet but I write very slow so I only went home ard 4. We were supposed to write a poem and this was what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will never make it.&lt;br /&gt;A dancer you will never be.&lt;br /&gt;The mark you will never hit."&lt;br /&gt;That was what she shouted at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at all the pupils looking,&lt;br /&gt;It was totally, totally humiliating.&lt;br /&gt;No words can ever describe how I was feeling,&lt;br /&gt;And all I could think of was just disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'm so sorry, Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please believe me,&lt;br /&gt;That was just out of a moment's folly!"&lt;br /&gt;She came nearer and hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were those last few words really what she meant?&lt;br /&gt;No, I doubt that they were.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will never heal and hence,&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I step in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's kinda lame, but that was all I could think of. Ok, I haven't finish my hw, yes at this time... Let me go to sleep now, nitez!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109300815960053424?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109300815960053424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109300815960053424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109300815960053424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109300815960053424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/blank-blank-blank-homework-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109265268186168402</id><published>2004-08-16T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:38:01.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meow, meow! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just like the name "dovelove". Wanted to create a new blog with tt name but nah, i prefer pure-princess, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today was totally totally boring except for half of P.E. A-Maths... yawn! Aces dance steps... yawn! Chemistry... yawn! IPW... yawn! English... tough! Physics... oh that's the formula?? HML... yawn! (Ok, I'm really yawning now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, they burn joss paper suffocating leh! 4th floor, aiyoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Need to go already!! Oh, tataz palz, cyaz! Meow! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109265268186168402?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109265268186168402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109265268186168402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109265268186168402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109265268186168402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/meow-meow-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109246187153012363</id><published>2004-08-14T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T13:37:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepyhead is currently my middle name. I slept for like 4 hrs after sch yesterday and 9-10 hrs this morning. Aiyoh! Sch must have emptied me of any energy. Nvm, today's rest day! Though yes got quite a no. of hw and I've already told myself to buck up before it's too late. I've already found a good place to do hw or revise my sch work. Tampines Library!!! Just get a seat and open my books and I can finish at least 1/2 of the day's hw in 1 1/2 hrs. Eventhough I can still fall asleep, like last Thursday, it won't be long for I know I can't sleep in the library, embarrassing... It's quite an accomplishment you know... To actually study... I'll continue with this diligently and hopefully my grades improve. My A-Maths I already prove I can do well. Now it's Physics time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Happy Belated Birthday Effa!!! How can I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News for Harry Potter fans, HEX is back! For real, just like before! And... you have all the things you used to own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm speechless now... I've got loads to say last night but today... Nothing... Oh well, cya all then! Tataz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109246187153012363?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109246187153012363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109246187153012363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109246187153012363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109246187153012363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/sleepyhead-is-currently-my-middle-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109222125907642383</id><published>2004-08-11T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:47:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyo! I could have died today, that headache was so terrible!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Maths... boring... next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS, Mr Tan ask us to do source based, headache headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was kinda funny. We went through weekend hw before starting new chapter which she says she's gonna go super diduper fast! I dunno y but Ms Lela's voice like so high-pitched! I just couldn't stand the throbbing on the center of my head. Since it's bio, my mind flew away wondering how disgusting our brain looks like, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, oklah... Badminton again... Me and Izyan play play then suddenly the shuttlecock went on the roof. We were so unlucky that Mr Ng saw us, alamak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths was kinda funny too. Poor Abbas, keep being 'bullied' by Mr Yong. The class went kinda slow that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed English compre!!! But not with flying colours... Sigh... I thought I could have done better but only 14/25!!! Oh well... try again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay, we did the wb and I could hardly concentrate. My head was really going to burst! Besides, all those banging I did to relieve the pain was no use, instead the throbbing increases and I think I got bruise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was boring. I ate alone. I mean, hello!!! ALONE??? Then I went to bookshop to buy green pen (finally) before paying my fine at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Physics lab, blah blah, we were asked to do experiment involving mixing hot and cold water. It was supposed to be so easy but I dunno wad got into me, I actually didn't understand the procedure, my my... Luckily before the temp. of the hot water reaches 0 degrees I started to understand and tried to speed up my work. At last oklah... But I know not fair test one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally end of day!!! Blah blah, reached library, study Bio, meet Siti, go home, on comp, here I am! Ok, it's nearly 7, gotta go pray, tataz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109222125907642383?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109222125907642383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109222125907642383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/aiyo-i-could-have-died-today-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109206276325930175</id><published>2004-08-09T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:46:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 39 Birthday Singapore!!!! May the Singaporean roar stay alive forever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start blabbing, I would also like to wish Daphne a wonderful birthday! Ok, now I can blab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning by watching tv before heading to Eastpoint to get Rehana a farewell gift. Let's see, I got her 3 things: a friendship keychain, a friendship book and a friendship bookmark, hehe. It was great having her in ELDDS and I'm so gonna miss her after tmr (her bbq).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to the MRT station to wait for Zhi Xin and everyone else coming for the class gathering at Zhi Xin's condo. It was kinda early and so I was the first... Next I saw Abbas, then Andrea, then Sang Jin and all the others. No sight of the other girls and after some time, the ratio of boys to girls is 8:1. Zhi Xin then asked us to go on first while he waits for anyone else coming. So off we go, Abbas, Andrea, Sang Jin, Kenneth, Marcus, Heng Ky and Chuan Li to Melville Park. I felt so out of place. I mean... the only girl!!! Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the basketball court, we saw Galvin, Ren Liang, Song Wei and Samuel already there. At first I didn't know what to do. I wanted to join the basketball game but they looked so rough. The street soccer game, nah, dun feel like emptying my stomach of any air. The tennis game, oh no no, I'm not gonna embarrass my opponent infront of the other tennis players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zhi Xin said he wanted to go to his house and asked if I wanted to follow him so I can chat with Si Hui, Shi Yun and Karen. Along the way, we met Emily and Shen Shen. Since the two girls were heading to the basketball court I decided to turn back with them. When we reached the basketball court, I noticed no one was playing basketball. So well, I took the ball without hesitation and started shooting some goals as I used to. After awhile, Galvin and Billy joined me and we played ABC. I just love that as it's not so competitive or rough. Galvin was in first position, me second and Billy last, hehe. Galvin kept saying I scored 'cos of netball luck. Ahem, I'm not even in netball... It's just I used to play a lot of ABC in primary school. So well... we continued playing until almost all the rest had gone to the bbq pit. It was left with me, Samuel, Sang Jin and Ren Liang. We shot a few more goals before packing up to go to the bbq pit. Oh man... these guys are so not gentleman, I actually had to TELL them to help bring the things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bbq pit, we saw that all the food had been laid out. Before long, the cooler tub was filled with two watermelons, several bottles of drinks and... just a packet of ice?? and the pit was lit. It's sad though that I had to go home already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I watched the NDP parade of course. The best part is obviously the fireworks but the tribute to PM Goh was just as touching. I realised how much he had done for Singapore as PM. And now, he'll step down on 12th Aug. Singapore moved forward alongside him and SM Lee. Luckily the new PM seems to be as active as PM Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade was Singapore Idol, OH MY GOD, some peeps were just... frightening... But yeah, those who got the golden card deserved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching extreme makeover now but I'd better sleep soon 'cos I need to go to sch tmr to do&lt;br /&gt; the library noticeboard... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did'ya noe tt Singapore Night Safari was the first night zoo ever and that Singapore holds the record of having, I think, &gt;1000 Singaporeans doing line dancing. I'm so proud of you Singapore, long live!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109206276325930175?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109206276325930175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109206276325930175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/happy-39-birthday-singapore-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109170136450172940</id><published>2004-08-05T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T18:22:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thursday... Thursday... Thursday... Yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I left my bro this morn, went without him, sooo looong... Reached sch quite late. Discussed library with Sarah awhile, class bbq with Zhi Xin awhile and tried to finish my malay compo but as you know my class, so kancong, so fast switch off lights so I had to bring my book down. Downstairs I wrote a bit more before flag raising, blah, blah, announcement of classes that made it into tmr's competition... Sec 3/1, 3/2 and 3/6... As expected no 3/3... A bit disappointed of cos, but at least we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First two periods, English test, compre "O" level paper, was quite easy in my opinion except for 1 or 2 tricky qns. It might be that I followed Mr Tan's advice or that I read qns wrongly, dunno larz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading period was ok, well... Just read lor. Malay, we did sentence formation and the wb (which many neva finish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, same as yest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem got back test paper. So glad I passed! I really tot I failed cos I panicked that day and neva do many qns (I mean I left 3/5 of the MCQ totally blank, what do ya call tat??). Lucky me those that I did one I got correct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio did ws. Ok, when Ms Lela say she's going fast she really would. Grr... Holiday need to read Bio txbk, haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CME!!! Tot free period but Ms Rajah come in and talk bout petting during relationship and signals you give the opposite sex, aiyoh so boring!!! I just don't like the way she stand and talk, dun ask me why. So basically I was like... dunno larz... Lucky got my class jokers, got laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day, had to stay back got short rehearsal for Teacher's Day play. Aiyo, so few people turned up, kinda boring. And I didn't enjoy it much as some were so draggy and I was fighting against time, got library duty ya noe. Finally at round 2:30, it's over and off I go to da library. Ok, I'll skip this part, it's all a routine so well... I'm bored hearing it myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed 10 so waited for the next one. So many people in the next one, so I skip it and took the next. Plenty of empty space for me to enjoy my malay book. Oh tat reminds me, I need to do book review, cyaz peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109170136450172940?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109170136450172940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109170136450172940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109170136450172940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109170136450172940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/thursday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109162326423308824</id><published>2004-08-04T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:41:04.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now what? Share my room also? What else? Grr... yes yes I'm selfish, get that into your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109162326423308824?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109162326423308824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109162326423308824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109162326423308824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109162326423308824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/and-now-what-share-my-room-also-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109162197887663221</id><published>2004-08-04T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T20:19:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, please don't mind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's his problem?? Come home only like what. Then just because he must change seat to watch tv while eating, he ask so much why the comp must be there blocking the way. Hello, how I know! It's all engineering stuff , Abang knows what's he doing lah! Why would he for nothing look for your anger huh? Come on, it's just watching tv during eating. That itself is a bad habit. We're just one of the fortunate families to have a small tv in the dining room ok, never realise that I suppose. Am I the only one who's ever grateful?? At least among the people around me, I think so... People keep complaining about what they don't have or have too little. Hey, if you don't have one thing, I tell you, you have another and if you have too little, be grateful that you have it! Then during dinner, all sudden ask whether want to keep one or two prawns for my brother. Please he ate already and my other brother don't eat so I said, "Easy, just finish the prawns (which was left like two more only) so my brother won't see and won't even enquire about it. Besides sometimes he doesn't even eat, then wasted. Anyway, if what is left for you is only one and it is very nice, you'd keep asking if there's more and will be err... kempunan. So why don't we just finish it?" Then he say, "Selfish!" Excuse me!!! Don't have to be so harsh right?? Then continue eating why you keep looking at the prawns, aiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other he, come home make silly remarks which I now find very irritating. I don't know what to say already lah, I'd better finish yesterday's job application thingy, urgh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109162197887663221?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109162197887663221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109162197887663221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109162197887663221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109162197887663221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/once-again-please-dont-mind-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-10916149813330176</id><published>2004-08-04T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:23:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erm... guys? Ignore the last 3 posts k? That was so totally not me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just got broadband hurray!!! For both computers summore... Ok, my story for today now:&lt;br /&gt;Morning, was a bit fed up at my bro cos I wanna reach sch early to read my SS for test today budden he wants to top-up his ezlink and off we go to MRT station, aiyo... Reach sch no time to go upstairs, so I just sit at the parade sq and soon was joined my peeps after peeps, which means I couldn't concentrate on my SS, sigh... First period E-Maths, neva do 1/2 da hw but neva got into trouble of cos though I feel a bit bad I didn't even try... But I know how to do! Well, no. 6 at least, 7 is like a "huh" thing to me, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next SS, Mr Tan say that he took sources about Northern Ireland for fairness and reliability. He gave us some time to read up and then test begin. Wasn't so bad... I followed the steps in Ms Neo's notes (btw, Asri can lend ur SS notes, I wanna photostate) and think I did ok. I mean it's Mr Tan marking, his expectations are definitely much lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio was ok too. I passed, phew! But I know I could have done better as got some stupid, very stupid mistakes. Know what? Billy got highest! The class slacker is now improving, we other slackers are doomed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, no TAF!!! Mr Ng was absent and no one brought out the badminton rackets, so we just stood around before dispersing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Maths was soooo funny today!!! We started on trigo funct, then got the TOA CAH SOH (big foot auntie in hokkien or something), got shortcuts to getting answers and got this ASTC table we must memorise. Know what Mr Yong suggested to make us remember? All Science Teachers are Crazy, haha!!! He also added All Students of Temasek are Creative, but not as funny as Chuan Li's All Staff of Temasek are Crazy, eheh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had Eng, oral presentation again, today's one kinda boring... I like Abbas's team's topic but i could hardly hear them so, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.T. Cikgu Alijah not in and we had to do Karangan. I had writter's block and had to force myself write a draft before starting to write proper which I never finished on time of cos. Lucky thing Cikgu say can hand in tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch... Forget it, skip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was gr8! Totally! Me and Siti were joking round throughout the lesson eventhough we have a very big flame infront of us as well as a very hot screw nut. I called Siti Silly Siti and she called me Silly Marli and stuff. At the end of the lesson, I still haven't finish my paper, last qns, dunno how to do hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went here there here there then suddenly end up in 3/7 and was asked to join the sing song competition. I had only like what 10-20 mins to prepare?? There's all the steps to memorise as well as the lyrics ya noe! Somehow I managed a bit and then we were on stage doing what we should, a bit of a disaster really on my part really, I forgot part of the lyrics and steps, whoops, sry guys! After that Siti said she couldn't hear us and I was like, "O... K..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of sch, wait for bus, reach home, on da comp and now! I'm supposed to continue the job application letter and resume but dunno where I put the draft, aiyoh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-10916149813330176?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/10916149813330176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=10916149813330176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/10916149813330176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/10916149813330176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/erm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109154698451322345</id><published>2004-08-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T23:29:44.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forget it, at most I'll just lie that I e-mail already. I'll send that e-mail (letter) tomorrow. Resume wrong, application wrong, how to apply for job?? Aiyoh, I still havent study and just look at the time... Freak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109154698451322345?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109154698451322345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109154698451322345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109154698451322345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109154698451322345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/forget-it-at-most-ill-just-lie-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-1091544528169049</id><published>2004-08-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:48:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will you stop nagging me?????!!!! What proper rest?? I haven't even learn my SS ok! I'm now writing what, a job application letter for my aunt which my mum insist I write now! It's not like I'm dilly-dally go online, go friendster and chat like Abang k! So what if I type with one hand? I find I type faster tghis way. I've trained myself to hold a paper with my left hand and type with my right ok. I rarely need to press backspace. My right hand practically glide and dance on the keyboard without having to juggle a piece of paper. Just look at you, smoking right infront of me, no wonder I got lung infection last time. Then keeo singing out of tune, not funny, but irritating. I can't say this out loud. I never will... I wanna sleep now... It's nearly 11 already!!! How did I get myself into this big mess, tell me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-1091544528169049?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/1091544528169049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=1091544528169049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/1091544528169049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/1091544528169049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/will-you-stop-nagging-me-what-proper.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-109154322917223681</id><published>2004-08-03T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:27:09.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't care what people think of me, I'm gonna write what I truly feel right now. I feel so helpless, angry and whatever indescribable feelings that may fit. It may be from stress, it may be from bottled up feelings and all. I feel like no one cares how I (would) feel as long as they get what they want. This has been going on throughout July and I hate it so so much! I can't tell anyone but silently cry out tears full of my feelings. Then after awhile I'll think about it and try to laugh it off. No matter how hard I try to make things right, there'll always be this hole in my heart pierced by such a sharp arrow and this wound can never heal, just continue bleeding more and more. If this goes on, I'll go crazy!!! I might just start talking to walls ya noe! No wonder my temper so short in July, just look at last Sat during that Campfire thing, I nearly shouted in public. On Monday, I let go a bit, but not all, I know myself, I can still control. People are just taking advantage of me because I don't talk back. I don't retaliate or shout back at them. I will only express my feelings in my so-long-never-write diary, so-long-never-update blog or through hidden meanings, like poems. I thought when both my brothers are finally allowed to go home everyday (U n NS) I can talk to them. I can get help for my hw. I have someone to lend me a listening ear. I'll be the so rotected and loved small sister. But no, I get none of this. Instead I get back the jealousy that used to fill me. The jealousy that my mum prefers my 2nd bro. To me, he gets the priorities. This is just my opinion, but tell me, what makes me come to this solution?? My eldest brother, I thought he can spare some time for my Maths, instead he comes home like at 12 midnight after tutoring another Sec 3 kid somewhere. It hurts ya noe!  Then nobody cares if I have a project dued or a test the next morning, they just want what they want. Nobody knows when I'm on the verge of giving up, of just ignoring my responsibilities. There's friends, teachers and parents in this. All is pressing on me. I just can't open my mouth to protest, I can only open my mouth a gap and close it back before replying, "Ok..." I just can't. I don't know how to say no. I know what I'm doing is something good to help others, but it costs myself. I'm not sincere in doing what I do and also my own things are left unfinished, what's the use?? Someone please help me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-109154322917223681?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/109154322917223681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=109154322917223681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109154322917223681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/109154322917223681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-care-what-people-think-of-me-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108817617517228249</id><published>2004-06-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T12:53:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to M'sia last week as most of ya noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Went for that English course in the morning, then ran off to car to go straight to M'sia by 2nd link (very ex). After 1st toll, my 1st uncle oredi waiting, then we drove together to err... can't remember where... to have lunch and to wait for my 2nd uncle. So, then we went on, stopped a couple of times and finally we reached Istana Hotel in KL. I was like, "Oooooo, the first hotel I'll be sleeping in~!" Hahakz, so after checking in (as well as taking a lot of pics), I went to the car to get some stuff with ma dad while waiting for ma mum in da toilet (eventhough I already said I wanna go in first, grrr). After MY turn in da toilet, we (my fam n my 2nd unc fam) went to walk around the 'city'. Kinda boring... Things so ex, like Sg price lor. Then went to eat (so ex, so bland, I didn't even eat). I only bought 3-in-1 cd, songs look appealing but when listen... OMG! So... oldies... regret... Then we went back to hotel, I repacked my things and then read my book. My dad went down to meet my tour-guide uncle and my grandaunts. When I got bored, I decided to go down, but couldn't find them and I dun dare stay so long alone at night, so I went back and continued reading. It was so darn cold inside that I put on my jacket and slid in the covers beside my mum. At last I slept on the bed instead of the sofa where I was supposed to. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently thinking: So pathetic, 1st time in hotel... Aiyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up round 7, bathed, packed whatever's left and then went for breakfast (there's a v wide variety, so yummy!). My 2nd aunt asked me to join my cuzzins, but I feel out of place with them. Well, so I took my things and listened to music at the lobby. Ok, so got called back, went up for things, checked out, off to Cameron Highlands. Ok, a very long journey, just to get to the foot of Cameron Highlands. I realised then I was in pahang, haha 2nd time in ma life! Woo hoot!!! So, we started going up and up and up, I willed myself not to vomit and I managed. We passed an Orang Asli village, stalls, stalls, stalls, about 2 cities (yah on the hill!), many hotels/motels and trees, trees, trees... Trees seem to love me v much this year, hahakz! After I dunno, 2 hrs/3 hrs? We reached the hotel (more of resort), very grand! All the way up, highest hotel, 5300km &amp; 1628miles above sea level if I'm not mistaken... Checked in and OMG! I loved the place soooo much! The air is colder than the air-con at home! Too bad there's no snow, if not it'll be my perfect place to stay in. Ok, so I had a late lunch with my fam at the balcony, had a bone-chilling bath, washed my dirty laundry and then went out for dinner at one of the city (that's what I call larz, in Malay is 'bandar'.) Ok, I ordered chicken soup and my mouth was like... flaming! They put the small chili (cili padi) I dunno how many, I might have killed myself! There were like 15 peeps there and so the person taking orders got so mixed up and we were so pissed as we didn't get the food we asked for and there were dunno who's food on our table so we just ate lor. Aiyo! Oh, and my chicken soup was a 4 person serving, crazy... Ok, so returned to hotel (wasn't keen on eating durian with my tour-unc). I read and read and read my book (well, it's Son of the Shadows, of cos I juz can't stop) while my dad went out to watch Euro2004 at the big screen at lobby with my other 2 unc. However, after some time he returned, nobody was there! At the hotel, my dad switched on the tv, but I hear his snores very clearly. Hmm... ;) I was still reading when he realised the match has ended and went inside to sleep. I forced myself to close my book, forced myself to close my eyes, forced myself to withstand the cold and forced myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Another day at Cameron Highlands, glad for it... Went for breakfast at a nearby coffee-Mama shop. Had masala-thosai and regretted totally! It had the chilli again and after that one whole day I was sick, couldn't put anything in my mouth at all. So, the activity for that day, go all around Cameron Highlands. First stop - shops... Got bored, nothing much, it's like market, except got flowers and strawberries and more of these. Second stop - strawberry/tomato farm... The mums were off plucking flowers (illegally) while the dads and me and my cuzzins went down a slope past the cabbage/cauliflower farm to the strawberry/tomato farm. Shasha (my cuzzin) took some pics, which can be found at my luv_marl photobucket and then we went off to flower shop after flower shop, till finally we reached the tea plantation. The scenery was great! However, I couldn't go downhill to take pics 'cos of my headache since my stomach was rather empty and oso 'cos of da winding road, so I just sat down wherever I could to avoid spilling my guts out. Euek! I just visited the toilet, took a few pictures, followed my mum to buy packets and packets of tea and bought 4 Cameron Highlands keychain for RM10. After that we went to have lunch. I think I just had 5-10 small mouthfuls. Before going off, my parents and I walked past a few shops and I found a very nice keychain selling at RM3.50. One side says your horoscope while the other, Cameron Highlands. If only there were many colour choices... Mine was blue (and I can't find a bag to match it with) and I bought Sylvia's pink (I'll send it soon!). Ok, then after that, our next stop was Rose Farm (got such thing meh??). To get there, we had to go up, up, up and down, down on the next side past the Equatorial (our resort). I just wanted to beg my parents to go back and never get out anymore 'cos I was starting to have a stomachache and I really, really felt like puking when my unc said we went too far and must turn back. OMG!!! So, well we turned back, went up a v v v narrow hill up to the Rose farm (actually all this was just to satisfy my grandaunts) and discovered that we needed to go further up, very dangerously steep, so my tour unc asked my grandaunts if they still wanted to go and they said no. So, we turn around and went back down, down, down again (thank God!) past the Equatorial to the shops (No!!!! I nearly screamed). There, the mums bought flowers and more flowers while I sat at a coffeeshop trying to hold my stomach. Grr... they took such a long time I was so pissed. When we finally got back, I was in the toilet for a v long time! That night, no dinner for me, I just asked my dad to pack a packet of fried rice just in case. After that, my aunt asked if I'd like to play billiard (correct?) with her while the guys go for karaoke; and being bored, I agreed. However, we didn't get to play 'cause all the tables were taken and so we joined the karaoke. That was my (n my mum's) first time stepping into a karaoke lounge. They got me to sing a bit, and I think they regretted it 'cos my voice was croaky from the fever (I just realised how hot my forehead felt in there but as usual, fever is nothing to me, I can still walk... Why do you think am I never absent from school?). So, that was basically all for that day. Oh, I ate my rice that night so fast, I'm surprised at myself. I even wanted more, but of 'cos can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up like... 4 am??!! Couldn't sleep back, so read my book again, hahakz! Around 6, I started clearing my stuff, ready for check out. At dunno what time, I followed my parents to the shops to change a piece of t-shirt, too big... After that, I told my dad to buy me fried kway teow for my car ride, and I spent my time in the toilet AGAIN. When I got out, I got dressed and went outside to read. After some time, we checked out, took more pictures and off to Malacca! To get there, we used a safer new road, the side where we thought was the Rose Farm. One min I was the tour guide, the next the deep slumberer and then I realised we were out of Cameron Highlands, I missed a lot... So well, I started eating my mee and as you might have expected, all the way we stopped, continued, stopped and so on, all the way to our hotel in Malacca (oso like resort), Meritius(correct?) resort or something... I was still full, so I just asked for something light when my parents went for dinner (which I later regretted, 'cos they only bought a burger and my cuzzins' mee looks tastier...) while I went to my cuzzins' room (more like house since theirs had 2 rooms and a very big living room) to play card games - uno, tite and what-not larz. All hws abandoned, hahakz! When our parents returned, my parents and I went back to our room. Feeling very tired, I almost fell asleep straightaway, but then I realised I DON'T HAVE ANY CLEAN/DRY NIGHT CLOTHES!!! Lucky enough, my mum bought two night clothes when they went for dinner, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm writing so a lot... Woke up, blah blah blah, breakfast was also a variety but I was kinda full to eat much, visited the souvenior shop and bought a pink bookmark, took bags from room, walked to the nearby beach to take pics (got horse!!! so nice, but can't ride 'cos not enuff time), got in car and off we go!!! Next stop: Mersing to my aunt's house. Reached there dunno wad time, followed my uncs and cuzzins to Ayer Hitam (I think) 'cos I already forgot how it looks like. While my cuzzins and 2nd unc swam (eventhough 'air surut'), my dad and I walked along the shops and I bought a very nice and comfy blue shirt. We then walked along the beach and as a habit, I started picking up nice seashells (I'll try to send one to you Sylvia). After some time we went 'home'. At around 7, the whole lot of us (maybe round 8) went shopping at a nearby row of shops. My mum bought more night clothes (only 1 for me...), my unc bought Siti Nurhaliza songs, walked a bit, saw a Bata shop and I was instantly attracted to a very nice pair of shoes round RM60 but no size :'(, walked summore and bought kitchenware and foodstuff to bring back to Sg. After that we crossed the road to look for jeans for me and my dad but none that's nice and so we got into the car. Inside I panicked, WHERE IS MY HP????? We searched the car, then retraced our steps and back to the supermarket where we asked the cashier. Lucky enough the person who found it didn't take it, lucky enough the cashier knows better than to shout and ask whose hp and lucky enough my unc knows the cashier and I got back my precious hp. Aiyo! I panicked like crazy, I nearly lost my mind! I mean $400 gone just like that, no way! When all was over, we went to a restaurant by the sea to eat seafood. Ok, I'm never, I repeat NEVER going back to the restaurant. There's practically nothing to eat and the food were so plain! After getting some bland food packed, again we returned 'home'. I went into the toilet and have a very long bath before playing card games with my cuzzins (ok, we're on very good terms already since our 'flower visits' at Cameron). Suddenly my aunt announced that her toe that was hit with something heavy was getting worse and needs a doctor so plans were made and half the house emptied out. My cuzzins and I went to their room and continued playing. After a few rounds my eyes were already drooping and I went to my fam's room to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Usual... Read book, watched tv, ate breakfast, can't remember what else and then suddenly my aunts and uncs returned with 3 cakes, 1 for my fam since my mum's b'day on 30th June and my dad's on 8th July! Felt a bit left out but hehe, somehow I got a v v v late b'day present from my 1st aunt, aiyoh! At bout 11 I think, we loaded our cars/van and made our way home!!! Can't remember what time reached home but I could just say Home Sweet Home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108817617517228249?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108817617517228249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108817617517228249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108817617517228249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108817617517228249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/06/went-to-msia-last-week-as-most-of-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108701779745315218</id><published>2004-06-12T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:23:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greatest desire at the moment: &lt;br /&gt;1) Watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. &lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;2) Go to Orchard Road for a ride in the Knight Bus. &lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;3) Go to Katong and get Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban game. &lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;4) Search for Harry Potter 2-in-1 vcd/dvd set&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;5) Finish The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to say: Thanks Kenneth, for that anti-Sasser thing. It helped a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe this. Firstly, I have to FORCE myself to update my blog on my camp, trip to Night Safari and other activities I’ve done! Secondly, how heartless can I be?? I saw a disabled person on a wheelchair (those who lives near me, he’s the one selling newspapers at blk 419) struggling to turn his chair around. I wanted to help him at first, but then something stopped me and I stopped in my tracks and walk by another way. I just can’t believe this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, camp… It’s been a week already, more than that actually… The Sec 3 camp was held two weeks ago from Monday morning to Friday morning (5 days, 4 nights) on the last week of school. It was held in Pahang, yes very far, the more exciting. As some know, I’m separated from both Siti and Nuurul who chose Thales, so I’m going to live without them (as well as without my parents), scary but kinda exciting. Lucky for me, I know half the people on my bus and I even made more friends, which probably then makes up to 3/4. So… on to the whole event:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 ~&lt;br /&gt;Assembled in school at 6.15 a.m. and we boarded the bus at around 6.45 a.m. I was in Pericles - Sappho, bus 3. I sat with Faridah. Reached the Singapore Immigration at dunno-what-time (didn’t bring watch alone) and we alighted only with our passports. Queued up, chatted, moved, bla, bla, board bus. Travel a short while and reached Malaysian Immigration and this time we alighted with our passports along with our big backpacks, luggage and whatever treasure chest (jk) we’ve brought along. Queued up and chatted some more, bla bla, check luggage, get on Malaysian ‘bas persiaran’ (tour bus), tried handphone (still not working). After that we headed over to Yong Peng (izzit?) for lunch. Shared a plate of chicken rice with Siti and drank Milo ice. Then bought a big packet of Twisties for journey. Boarded bus again and this time along the way, no buildings (not many), no people (very few), just trees, trees and nothing else but trees, mainly oil palm trees. Watched Scoby Doo on the small tv set at the front of the bus. Trees and more trees. Slept with jacket hood on and then woke up. Joked around with Faridah. Trees and more trees. Stopped at a very smelly place for toilet break (after about 3-4 hrs), Those who went in had to pay 30 sen I think, for nothing. There was no water! I told myself, “Forget it, control, control…” Then, (guess what?) trees and more trees. Then, FINALLY, reached at a rest house or something to go toilet, pray and eat. After that? Trees and more trees. But there was an excited feeling bubbling in me. We’re already in Pahang, then in Jerantut (observed the railway track). The bus then made a turn to the left somewhere in Maran and into a rainforest! It then turned right and goes deeper, deeper, passed gates, passed a cave, deeper and deeper. We then saw a small hut and the bus stopped. That was supposed to be the campsite! All Pericles then alighted, took out the bags, lined up in threes (3 to a tent) and listened to instructions. One from each group then went to take the tents and off we go pitching our tents, girls on the right and boys on the left from the hut’s view. We were then asked to find dry firewood and stones for campfire. Before starting, Mr Ng arrived and talked to my group (well, we have 2 canoeist here). Then, with such a small light from my weak torchlight, I looked around for dry sticks and gather them in front of my tent. Daphne helped me a bit, then looked for stones while Khairunnisa guarded the things we’ve gathered (no torchlight). The instructor then gathered us round him and talked about teamwork and asked us to take the things we’ve gathered and put as one in front of the hut’s entrance, some way away from the tents. When that was done, we boarded the bus to Tekam Resort for dinner with our fellow Thales. Along the way, I closed the window to avoid seeing anything I shouldn’t. With nothing to do, I eavesdrop on the teachers’ conversation. Wrong move, I heard the guide telling Mdm Suriadi about cavemen and all and I got all shaken. There, we first had to gather at the multi-purpose hall (with bugs of all kinds) for a briefing before having dinner (also with bugs… and cats, not that I mind the latter). Most of us lost our appetite and bid our time chatting and swatting flies. Well, after that was back to campsite (no idea which was better then). Along the way, we begged for no campfire, no matter what good supper the guide said he had. We were too sleepy. Since I didn’t go to the toilet at the resort (bug-infested), I used the toilet at the campsite, which was no better. It smelled and the water is murky brown stagnant water. No idea of its origin. I didn’t really ‘go to toilet’ as in do business, nope I didn’t. Don’t ask what I did, k. After that, I prayed at the hut and then off to bed. But really, for more than an hour, I was hardly asleep. I can say I was fully aware of my surroundings. Then I heard plitter, platter, plitter, platter. I thought it was Khai smsing or something, but it was actually the rain. And so I got up and closed the 2nd layer of our tent door to avoid water from entering. Daphne then woke up due to gastric (or was it cramps?) and she asked me to bring in the shoes and so I did. After that, we heard voices about flooding and all and the tent across to ours keep shining the torchlight our way. Daphne got back to sleep but I was already wide awake. More voices. People then got up to caves/hut for shelter. Khai woke up and I pleaded that we go up to the hut, as my clothes were already drenched from the ‘flooded’ ground and so we did, with Daphne and all our things. In the hut, it was much cooler and safer and I slept soundly till next morning (I heard I kept kicking Andrea’s head and Fenny couldn’t sleep properly because of my head, o… k…).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 ~&lt;br /&gt;Long day, day 1 wasn’t it? Now, on to the second day... Everyone didn’t have any intention of bathing, not even Christine. First thing, breakfast! It wasn’t so bad for the fact that we’re camping… Next, caving. It was soooo cool! Dark, scary and eerie, yet fun. We had to get into the forest, across puddles, overhanging branches and what other else before reaching the cave. The Muslim students were reciting some prayers of safety and we think Reza actually saw something but kept his mouth shut. Ok, anyway, in the cave, we first have to climb through a small hole with the help of a few student leaders. Ok I did bump my head and got stuck a bit ‘cause I don’t know where to step on. Then we gathered at one place. One on side was a cliff while the other, you had to climb quite a height before getting into the dark. But the guide led us to the cliff side. We were surprised at first, but then he turned a corner and into the dark. I was feeling frightened then ‘cause the guide was quite far in front, I have no torchlight, neither does Khai who was behind me and the only person in front of me, other than the guide was Steven. I must thank him very much for shining the torchlight for me to see where I was going as it was pitch black and I think I saw a few holes. When we were out there though, the most beautiful sight faced me. The rays of sunlight were streaming in and it was evergreen. I really have no idea how to describe it. Not in the cave of course, but just some way up. I hope Reza remembers to develop the big group photo that we took there. I would really love to remember that place, it was just the sweetest, the best. We walked around awhile before the guide called us over to a really, really dark place. There, he asked us to switch off our torchlight. Only his was on and he showed us where we’re heading using it. Oh and he didn’t forget to mention that if we slip all the way down, we’ll be 170m deep in the cave and no one might save us. This really scared the hell outa me! Off we go then, one by one on our butts sliding slowly and very carefully. Being one of the first few, I waited at one corner and was later crammed to the back. (mind you, here Mr Wong was umm… going berserk? I daresay it was kinda irritating, him telling us everything the guide had told us to do. He even told us to do things that the guide didn’t even mention to do!) Then we went even further down. Down a very narrow ‘slide’. When I was about to reach landing, my legs were too short! Then my bottle dropped and alarmed the people in front of me and I was so scared that I grabbed can’t-remember-his-name’s arm/hand. Phew, passed that critical stage, now was to sit down and just keep moving forward/down to make way for those coming. I’m lucky I wasn’t near Effa (the wall was on my left and Abbas on right) because she actually put her hand (or was it sat) on a decomposed bat! Eww! I saw it, there were still a few drops of blood at the joins of the bones. While sitting, Reza was like making dragon shadows eating Asri’s head or someone’s hands. When he said ‘monster’, the guide who was still at the top helping the others, scolded him for mentioning it in such a place. As for me and Abbas, we were trying to figure out if below is water or land. He kept shining at it and I really couldn’t make up my mind. So, we then moved all the way done and discovered that it was land. Ok, this part… As I had been fearing, the guide mentioned things that we did good and then mentioned something like, “Now I would like to see you following your student leaders’ instructions!” I was like, “I knew it! I knew it! Oh no, what’re we gonna do??” I think you’ve guessed what they wanted us to do, but I’ll tell you anyway. He asked us the time and said we’re only to move after 5 mins and off the go, up, up and away! I really thought that it was a long way from sunlight, but it was just uphill and move a bit and another uphill. Ok, before 5 mins, Mr Wong was like, “Ok, go now. 5 mins already, go.” We did just that and when some got out of the top (I was in the middle), the guide shouted to us that 5 mins is not up, get back don. Aiyo! So, we went back down, waited a bit and climbed again, girl, boy, girl, boy, just in case… When I got to the top, I couldn’t get out ‘cause my legs were too short and I can’t grope on anything. I stretched, stopped, thought, stretched somewhere and heaved myself out. And what a relief, air and light! Outside, we had to go back downhill and I nearly slipped and fall (actually, I did slip but got hold of something). One of the guides at the bottom looks like he’s about to laugh at me. So, down, down and down. I looked at myself and realized how dirty I really was. Then someone, can’t remember who saw a shallow river and we washes our hands and some, faces too with clear, clean water. I think I would have bathed there if it were deeper. The water was so cooling and refreshing since we didn’t have any water from morning. Ok, right… After that, we crossed the river and walked, walked, crossed river, walked, walked, crossed river, go under short rocks, walked, crossed river and we’re out on the bus track (no bus there, we had to walk back to campsite). At the campsite, the Thales were already there. They told us about abseiling and we told them about caving. Then we, Pericles had our lunch and chatted even more. After lunch, we watched (and some helped) the Thales pitch their tents. I think the Pericles did better at it the previous night, even if it was in the dark. Soon after, the Thales made a move to go caving and the Pericles were once again bored. Some girls were already sleeping in the hut and I decided to join them, but as soon as I put my head down, the teachers were already calling us for abseiling. Now, for abseiling… It was total danger, total fun, total whatever else lah! I was the ‘first girl’ (maybe ‘cause of my size, hmph. It’s not fair you know, the guide chose who goes first and who next and so on) to try the abseiling but Hana was the ‘first girl’ to abseil since she wanted to get it over and done with.  When it was my turn, I was kind of nervous at the top as quite a number got stuck and hurt themselves before me. Lucky for me though, I got off with no blood on me at all. The whole trick is to spread your legs as wide as possible and lean your body back so gravity can pull you down. The only problem I faced was, I kept moving towards the right at the bushes (the guide was like teasing me saying like, “Wah! You love the bushes so much, ah? Move left lah” in Malay) and when I was already reaching down, the guide said like, “Yes, way to go, father’s daughter” in Malay again. The most, most scary, yet funny, yet crazy part was not on me, but on Asri. When he was nearly reaching the ground, the guide actually pulled the rope and made him swing around! I would have screamed and cried if I were him, truthfully speaking. Ok, before the whole thing was finished (I heard Fenny’s ropes got stuck, aiyo, scary), me as well as most of the Muslim students went back to the hut to pray, so we didn’t catch the last good parts. Ok, so when all was done, we were asked to board the bus and also requested to sit on newspapers so as not to dirty the non-washable chairs. But before we leave, the girls had to do some cleaning with the girls toilet. I helped out as I was kinda guilty, but really, what can we do with no flush and water? (we used the stagnant water to watch the whatever-lah) Ok, then off we go to Tekam Resort. How glad I was! The bad news was just the night walk and another caving that night. The Thales said that the cave is brightly lit except at the end, but I was till thinking about the morning cave and I really didn’t wanna go. Since it rained after that (thank God!), we were asked to take a bath (after 36 hrs, yes we counted) and meet back in the multi-purpose hall where we learnt line-dancing, crap but quite fun. They actually lied to us?? They said we’ll be performing it in front of the Minister of Pahang on the last day but we didn’t. That night, I only got a little sleep ‘cause I woke up at about 2.30 a.m. and no matter how many times I tossed and turned, I couldn’t fall back to sleep, all thanks to Siti’s ‘ghost’ story and also from the unbearable heat (I don’t dare move the towel that was blocking the fan from reaching me). So, what did I do? I tried waking Effa, but she got a look of terror on her face before falling back to sleep and I went back to my bed. Smsed my mum (yes sooo early in the morning), and wrote a journal entry on my phone (which couldn’t save, how nice) and also observe my other roommates sleeping so pleasantly. I got quite a fright when a pillow came flying down a top bunk though (Hana &amp; Fatin’s bunk I think). Until at last I was so tired that I fell asleep. That was round 4.30 – 5 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 ~&lt;br /&gt;Ok… Woke up at about 7 and what a fright the girls in my dorm had when we see all the insects filling up the whole bathroom (the one and only that the girls have). The girls in my dorm (with only some help from the Lysians and the other Pericles) cleaned up the whole bathroom using water in small pails and clearing the bugs from one cubicle to another while me and Fenny went to get a broom (which I don’t think they returned). This went on until a few cubicles were free of bugs while others so full of bugs that you can’t even enter. I didn’t really feel like bathing so I just went to toilet. I then looked for my school shorts in my bag for the water rafting and I realized that it was kinda torn and tattered (at some parts) and I didn’t realize that. Lucky Ifana got extra shorts, even though if there were bears all over (can’t remember who ‘complimented’ how cute it looked at Jeram Besu). So, my next fear, I dunno how to swim!!! Well, I do know, but not quite well. Then the teachers were all saying that we’re required to show that we can swim, what was I to do?? I really, really want to do water rafting! Ok, relax, relax… So, at last we boarded the bus to Jeram Besu where we did some morning stretching to prevent any cramps. Then, the time has come… They gave out the life jackets and 10 by 10 walked across the shaky bridge or whatever you call it. My batch I think was the unluckiest. Firstly Mr Wong was behind me and secondly a few rude (and crazy if I may add) ones rocked the bridge. I nearly lost my balance. Near the end, I skipped to level land and went down rocks to join the first batch. When everyone was gathered, the guides showed us how we’re going to do the swimming thing, which was just a backstroke. How relieved I was! So after the backstroke thing (the water was as cool if not cooler than the one in the river the previous day), the guides led us back up to the swaying bridge, past it and to the rapids where we’d jump from like ‘superman’. It looks fun, but when I jumped, water got into my nose (no breath control according to Ifana) and I panicked. The ‘swimming guide’ shouted to me to turn on my back so can backstroke. Then instead of moving towards the rocks, I moved towards the place where we did the backstroke so the ‘swimming guide’ had to throw a black rubber floater for me to catch. Since my left (or was it right?) hand was holding onto my sandal that nearly got lost in the rapids, I only had one hand to hold on tightly to rubber thing. I was quite angry to know that I had to climb so high, risking falling into the waters to the swaying bridge, across it and back to the ‘backstroke place’. Haiz… Then, when all had done the jump, the guide showed us how to go about with the water rafting as well as the safety precautions we need to take before doing the capsize drill. The capsize is done by having the heavy ones on one side and lighter ones on the other. The boys were skinny and most probably lighter than me so I was on the heavy side. Then, the heavy ones were supposed to pull the lighter ones on their (heavy) side to make the raft (boat, urgh!) turn turtle. My partner was Ivan and we were at the most front if I’m not mistaken (or was it right at the back? Something like tt lah). On the count of three, I pulled his life jacket, but as soon as my face reached the water, I let him go ‘cause my nose hurt sooo badly! Ok, next… the real thing… I sat on the very front of the left side of the raft. Behind me was Effa and I dunno who else after that and what. All I know was that our raft had 13 (or was it 12?) people – me, Effa, Christine, Rui Qi, Ivan, Benny and 5 (or 4) others whom I either not know their names or can’t remember who, Mr Wong and 2 guides. There was no competition between the rafts and so we took our own sweet time. My raft was one of the last few but we caught up 2-3 rafts altogether passing rapids, rocks, low-hanging branches and the nice surroundings on our left and right. After some time, there was a very strong rapid and towards the end, I felt myself going to the left no matter how much I pushed myself towards the right and when I tried to grab the safety line, I lost and balance and phoosh, splash, whatever! In the water I ended up and I threw the paddle towards Effa whom I caught a sight of while dropping out. I didn’t scream, just flailed my hands to try and swim (which of course didn’t do much since I can’t really swim). Even with a life jacket, I felt myself falling in. My feet didn’t reach the ground since I was sort of lying horizontally. In the end I saw one of the guides jump in and he grabbed my life jacket and pulled me towards the raft. Well, even at the raft, I dunno how to get in. They said lean in and push forward but friction stopped me and I think Mr Wong pulled me into the raft. While I rested, someone on the right side took my place, but it wasn’t long when we stopped at the side where the other Pericles were. There, while still inside the raft, the students threw water into each others’ faces (of course those in other rafts not your mates). My raft had holes at the front and back for water to go out but some other rafts didn’t and they had to scoop the water out, haha! They then allowed us to get out of the rafts, which we gladly did. We scooped water into our helmets and splashed at each other. Some were jumping on each other to bring them underwater, it was lotsa fun! After some time, they called us back into the rafts. This time I was still on the left side, but the 3rd from the front. Another girl was right at the front, then Effa, then me and then Benny. Mr Wong was still in the middle (and keeps shouting, “In! Out! In! Out!” while trying to overtake). We were still one of the few last ones to move and only managed to overtake one this time. So we paddled for quite a distance (not as fun as before since no rapids, if I’m not mistaken and I was sitting somewhere in the middle so I don’t feel making a difference while paddling) and even passed a ‘civilization’ or so since there’s kampong houses, but not really civilization. According to Mr Wong, the dwellers do toilet business in the ‘river’ where we were. I felt pulling my leg in, but I fear of falling out again. Mr Wong then caught sight of two monkeys in a big tree. Most of us were trying to find out where they were, including me. I only saw one when we have already passed the tree. Then on and on we continued to paddle and stopped halfway to carry our rafts ashore and into a truck before getting back on the bus, where we had to sit on plastics this time, aiyo. We were then brought back to the starting point at a small shop where we had our lunch, a delicious plate of chicken rice, which I finished in no time at all. Before that Aileen (Eileen, Elaine, whatever) forced us to change into dry clothes and we argued but what can we do? After that, I really thought we were continuing our water raft, but instead we spent about 2 hrs on the bus back to Tekam Resort for flying fox. On the bus, Aileen checked that we changed. Actually I didn’t change my shirt, but it was the material that don’t look wet and dries kinda fast, so she didn’t catch me. A few guys were caught and they changed right on the bus. Along the way, slept a little, then woke up and listened to Christine and Hana talking about puking and listened to Christine singing and being joined by others. Faqeh and another guy (was it Kang Sheng?) complained that they needed the toilet and Hana offered them the plastic bag I sat on earlier since she didn’t really feel like puking yet, but luckily they didn’t ‘do it’ as we’ve reached. As soon as they heard the direction of the toilet, they dashed off, followed by a few others. As for the rest of us, we went to the flying fox area that was just about two-storeys high and above the small width of a river. Along the river, we watched the Thales paddling their DIY bamboo raft and barely moving. When we reached the flying fox area, we were told that the preparations for it took very long and the boys were asked to play soccer first. Some of the girls got bored and followed the boys to ask if there were any netball balls. One of our guides there went to get one and then we had a short game (with a few boys and a few girls from Thales when they were done). I then got bored and walked back to the flying fox area and saw Christine getting out of the river and she told me that everyone who did the flying fox had to cross the river. I shrugged and replied that I’d do it the next day as the guides had advised those who went to play earlier.  However, Aileen (whoever) shouted down that there’d be no ‘tomorrow’ as there’d be no time. As first Fatin and me walked back to the netball court as we really didn’t feel like getting ourselves in ‘longkang’ (drain) water filled with tadpoles and leeches (the very dirty river). Halfway though, I decided to turn back do the flying fox. Thought, “I paid $130 the camp, why shouldn’t I do this? I have the extra pants more and I was wet before. Why not get myself wet again?” With that, I queued up for the flying fox behind the sunburn Fenny. Before long, the boys came over and said that they wanted to do as well and so I wasn’t the last, more started queuing behind me. While waiting, a very irritating big black bird (belongs to one of the guides) flew over. It made a great deal of noise that some girls started suggesting ways of shutting it up. I also thought that I might consider patting its head when I climb up for my turn at the flying fox, but when I did reach there, I decided against it and continued going up. Mdm Suriadi was somewhere nearby telling the boys that they must do both the flying fox and the river crossing ‘cause they’re a set (some backed out) and the guide was saying, “Look, girls have done both, why can’t you boys?” Good one, good one, haha! When I reached the other side, I tried my luck and asked if I must cross the river and they said yes. Like the abseiling, the hard part was actually walking to the river. My sandals (like my shoes) were really slippery and once I slipped and poked a hole in my right palm from a tree (shoot, whatever you may call it). When I said ouch, one of the guides said like, “Aiya, a bit of blood only. Nothing lah. Come, let me see.” I was kinda angry, so I just went and crossed the river. Woah! It was sooo painful when it touched water! It may be small, but deep (still has the scar till now). When I got across, due to my slippery sandals, I couldn’t get out. I kept slipping and falling back into the waters, urgh! When I finally got out, Fenny and I were asked to carry the whole big box of mineral water, but since we had such a difficult time trying to carry it that the teachers asked us to bring just two bottles each. Ifana joined us (she didn’t do) without having to carry any ‘cause she was downstairs. Hana and Reza soon followed us. Reza had to bring the whole box, but Hana helped him with about six bottles. Fenny and I then couldn’t figure out which way was our dorms and Reza ended up leading us. When I got back, I took a long, nice bath in the well, enclosure… The shower room was full since the Thales were with us and so I followed Christine’s lead and did as she did. The water was very cool and I showered as if I was in the shower room except that I had to squat really low (well, actually I sat on the floor) to get my head under the tap. When I was done, I think I was one of the last few that time. That night, we went for the night walk and caving that we refused to do the day before. I sat with Rui Qi on the bus and got to know her better. I was also her partner for the night. Before our activity started, the guides showed us a few cases which showed skulls and things belonging to cavemen. There were also paintings and a bit of history about them. Then, off we go walking in total darkness except for the lights from our torchlight in twos. I looked straight ahead, hoping I wouldn’t catch anything ‘unusual’. When we finally reached the cave (Terang Bulan or Bright Moon was the name), we saw Mr Ng, Miss Leong (and Miss Shirin too I think) waiting outside. I saw that the cave was rather high up and was kinda brightly lit. Up and up we went with frequent “watch out for the rock” or “careful of the hole”. When we finally got into the cave, the guide explained to us about the stalagmites and stalactites and how these two stretch to meet to form pillars. He also showed us some nice ‘carving’ which were made by the waves of the waters that used to be in there (the whole place including our campsite on the first day, was believed to be under water a long time ago), the wind and the bats; such as vultures and a woman carrying a baby. He didn’t forget mentioning to us that we can ‘help’ him clean up the railings full of bat shit and urine by putting our hands on them. Dream on! While talking, two (or was it three) groups from the other Pericles passed us and a few girls scream and shout. One of them was Sabrina, who happened to be behind me. She practically shrieked out and hugged and jumped up and down and stuff. At one part, she made such a sad face saying, “I miss them sooo much!” I was rolling my eyes with my arms folded and said what the guide had said, “Come on, you’ll see them tomorrow.” I was like, PUH-LEASE!!! You can’t even live without your friends within three days?? Urgh! Oh and I forgot to mention, nobody from the other Pericles noticed me at all, how insignificant! Ok, the whole thing pissed me off. I only smiled again when we started walking and seeing so many wonderful stuffs. It was kinda cool inside there and I really liked the cave. When we reached far inside, the guide showed us one part high up where the sun would stream in, in the morning. He then asked us to switch off all our torchlight and stay silent. He wanted us to feel the silence and darkness. I was like OMG! I groped Rui Qi’s arms and opened my eyes as big as possible. I couldn’t see a thing at all and neither could I hear a thing. It was making me crazy but that was one experience… When we got back out, it was starting to rain heavily. I wore my jacket, so I just had to put on the hood. I even had my cap on. I offered Rui Qi either one but as I expected she said no. I mean that jacket survived three days without any washing and my cap was already wet with sweat, eww… When we got back to the bus, most were already drenched and sweaty. Since the bus aircon wasn’t functioning well, Rui Qi took out her minifan and fanned us. We talked little and started to doze off. When we got back to our dorms, I can hardly remember what we did but I knew we didn’t sleep early. It was afterall our last night there. We chatted, sang, ate. Actually the girls in my dorm did that to get me to sleep. That night, we didn’t forget to switch off the toilet nights as well as the lights outside our dorms to ensure a bug-free place. At last I fell asleep, without much difficulty, probably from the comfort of shorts instead of pants or from the security I felt from so many people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4~&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 6.15 a.m. I panicked and started forcing myself to sleep. When I couldn’t, I took out my handphone and say that it was going to ring soon at 6.20. I got up and woke Effa up, before doing the same to Iyliana for morning prayers. When we turned on the toilet lights, Siti walked out of her dorm followed by a few other girls. We say that the toilet was rather ok. Soon after that, other girls started waking up. I did what was necessary and went back to my dorm. After praying and waiting for awhile, I went out. I met Siti and we went to the dining hall. Along the way, we met Mdm Suriadi and we talked about how badly we wished we had taken Elect Geog instead of Elect Lit and she started into Social Studies and advising us how to do better and stuff. I dunno why, but I felt like crying. After that, I played with the cute black kitten (which so resembled my lost cat) for awhile before having breakfast at the dining hall. Siti and I ate our breakfast while feeding sausages (raw according to Christine) to the cats. After that, we had our morning exercise and the Pericles headed onto the bus to the Tekam oil plantation. I think I’ll cut short on this to the part of coconuts and fruits right at the end. When we returned, there was lunch and then we had a game of Treasure Hunt around Tekam. We were the first group to finish and we got back, but we realized we missed one and all ran back out except for Hana, Andrea and me. I was to accompany Hana who had cramps and Andrea who had blisters. Since I was well, I helped Mr Ng and Miss Shirin arrange the chairs for that night, the last night. My group soon returned again, mission accomplished as we thought at first. But then, we were asked to look for our guide and where in the world was he?? When most of the groups had returned, he appeared. Group leaders followed by some members rushed up to him and shouted, “We got here first! We got here first!” Childish, but after our running, we do deserve something. Then, as I expected, he said everyone was a winner and gave a Tekam Plantation chain to each of us. Kinda disappointed, but the chain was a full remembrance of the camp. As I help the oil palm seed in my hand that night, I relived what had happened the pass days I was in Pahang and I somehow believe that I will remember the whole event later in life just by holding that seed. Ok, after that, we went out of the multipurpose hall for the cultural show, which showed the gasing (spinning top) game. It looked pretty interesting, but dangerous as well. When the show was over, they allowed us to stay to learn how to play, but I went over to the weaving area. I wanted to learn how to make the ketupat, but I didn’t. Instead, I (or our instructor) did a crown halfway and gave up before going over to Fenny (I think) and learnt how she had made the keris from one of the other instructors. When that was done, I heard shouts of joy outside, so I decided to go out. I needed a bath anyway. Outside, I saw that the other groups, Demostenes and Pericles (the lucky ones) had come to gather for the big night. There were few that said hi to me, so I got to the girls’ toilet fast. I bath at the exposed area again with Ashley, who upset me afterwards (won’t say what, but it totally pissed me off). After that, I finished my packing and put all together on my bed and went out for dinner. That night, dinner was different. It was buffet and we sat with our friends in big groups (wasn’t too happy with my group for I’m not really close to them, but the other group of my friends were even better off without me). Before eating, Mr Ng said clearly that girls were to be served first and if he saw any boys queue up before their turn, they’ll get the taste of caning when they return to Singapore. They girls cheered while the boys booed, haha! I didn’t eat well that dinner for I felt kinda sad that we’re returning. I like the freedom no matter how much I miss my parents (ok at that moment I was quite angry at them for being busy on a Friday to pick me up). I don’t want to let go of my friends. I want to simple and happy lives they lead. Nevertheless, after dinner I got pack to my dorm, took some pictures, took my bag and walked out with a silent goodbye. In the multipurpose hall, prizes were given (one was the most leech-bites: 11!!!) before clear instructions were given about the seating arrangement in the train. When all that was done, we formed groups of four, chose the train we want and sat down. I to sit with Faridah, Fenny and Ifana (they’re the ones that helped me a lot throughout the camp along with Rui Qi, Christine, Effa and a few others and also not forgetting the skilful guides) in Train 9. We then boarded the bus in fours and off we go to Jerantut train station. Along the way there, I held my oil palm seed and planted memories in it as tears escaped the brims on my eyes. At the train station, Faridah, Fenny, Ifana and I walked around. At one part, we talked to Siti and William about this camp as well as school. William felt the brush of death on him during cycling and Siti helped him tell us again. Dangerous group, the Demostenes. We were then asked to bring our bags to the carpark and were sorted out again before returning to the shelter. There and then I fell asleep until about 2 a.m when the train arrived. I was still tired when I got on but I think I was wide awake when I saw all the cockroaches aboard! Later on I found out that only my carriage was filled with them, others were insect-free. I didn’t dare to sit on the inside and poor Faridah had to do so. Sorry Faridah… It was already so late and people just sat anywhere. Some were unhappy about this and made their irritation known to the whole train. I just shouted, “Will you just sit down??” For goodness sake, it’s the same with or without your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5~&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at about 8 a.m., no idea where we were. Most students were awake and I decided to go to the ‘canteen’ as so thy called it. I bought a pack of twisties along with a small bottle of strawberry milk, which probably caused the sudden stomachache I had after that. About an hour later, the train stopped at Johor and we were stuck there for quite long. I walked about, looking for friends (unexpected of me but I need to move those legs) and playing card games. When the train finally moved, I think about an hour had passed. I went back to my seat and very soon after, we reached Singapore Custom Immigration, brought down our bags, held on to our passports, queued up, joked around and moved. This was when I had a really bad stomachache, felt like I was poisoned or something (but I knew it’s the milk. I have a very weak stomach on milk.) and so I ran to the toilet. Didn’t go so well as some people were shouting that the train’s leaving so I had to hurry. On the train, I felt sick to the core. I’m very sure my face showed no colour, but I can’t say about that. It took quite some time to reach the Singapore station. I left my bag with Izyan and ran to find a toilet, somewhere. How crazy I was when I got to know must pay 20c! Luckily the guy allowed me go in first, pay later, which I gladly did. When done, I ran out and realized my friends were heading out already, along with Izyan in the crowd. I ran back to my bags and saw Rusydiana there and she asked, “What took you so long?!” Ok, whatever. So I walked out and since I was with Siti, I joined in Reza and pals’ photo taking session (at first I didn’t but Miss Shirin asked me to join at the front row which I did). (Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about the 20c I owed.) Then, Siti and I followed the teachers to the school bus waiting to bring us to Temasek. Along the ride, I was squashed with my bag on my lap. I looked out the window and welcomed myself. The driver was kind enough to drop the teachers where they wished (near the school also) and so no harm done to follow them to Bedok MRT. From there, Siti and I took 18 home. I was kinda… I dunno… when I got home. My parents didn’t really care much about that camp and wasn’t too enthusiastic about hearing my journey, but I told them bits and pieces to let myself breathe anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I really did let go, I feel relieved that I will find this journey either in my blog or in my own diary (gonna print this or something). I don’t know what to say now except that I’ve been writing this since 7th June and today’s 12th, long huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108701779745315218?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108701779745315218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108701779745315218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108701779745315218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108701779745315218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/06/greatest-desire-at-moment-1-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108523834832551713</id><published>2004-05-22T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:05:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>     Woah! It's been such a long time since I last posted an entry! I think I couldn't get online since 8th May, the day before Mothers' Day... &lt;br /&gt;     So many things have happened but I can never express them here 'cause they're too many!&lt;br /&gt;     Hmm... yesterday had ELDDS bbq, it was a cool one! Well except for some events like the 'quarrel' between Siti and Nuurul, me spraining my ankle, Mdm Sabina demanding for the wire mash and the confidence walk. Brr...&lt;br /&gt;     I'll skip the first one, I'm not involved...&lt;br /&gt;     The second one, spraining my ankle was disastrous. We were playing Dog and Bone and I fell! I spoilt the game and all, sorry guys... It hurts so badly at first that I couldn't hold my tears. Fahmi then got ice in a small towel and then can't remember who put around my ankle and I can walk! I didn't feel much pain, just a lil bit. But guess what? I couldn't walk this morning. It hurts as bad as the last time I hurt the back of my leg. I couldn't stand it that I went to see the doctor whom I think thought of seeing him for a sprained ankle as something silly... I just hope my ankle'll be fine by Monday!&lt;br /&gt;     About the wire mash, I thought Fahmi bought it but he bought the pit not the wire mash. Then I remembered my mum showing me a grill kind of metal thing. I have no idea what it is called but when I described it to Christine, she said that it is the wire mash. So I searched high and low for it but I can't find it. When I called my mum to ask her about it, she said she did put it in the same plastic bag as the rice. However, later on she called me back that she forgot to put in the wire mash, urgh!&lt;br /&gt;     Next is the confidence walk... I heard too much about what Asri and the rest has seen and I was soo soo soo scared that I cried. During the confidence walk, I didn't want to go unless Miss Yati who is fearless of these roaming spirits. So when she did go, I kept my promise and went along putting on the light on my hp. Along the way, I didn't dare see anything else other than what's infront of me. Miss Yati didn't know the route which includes going into the building so I sort of lied and we just walked around the school with Rehana and Christine. Nuurul was quite away from us. Along the route, we heard a scream from inside the building which I believe belongs to Fahmi, Asri and Faridah who then claimed they saw 'something'. Asri looks like he doesn't want to go to Pahang anymore. I'm scared!!!&lt;br /&gt;     But altogether, the ELDDS bbq was quite a success... considering it is the first...&lt;br /&gt;     Now Pahang... How?? I'm so nervous! What if my ankle still painful? What if there's no water? What if I get hurt during the activities? What if I can't sleep at night? Argh!!! So scared... So nervous... So excited... So so so... &lt;br /&gt;     Breathe in... Breathe out... Whatever! It's so late already. I thought of continuing the joint fanfic which I think will turn out nice and flowy...&lt;br /&gt;     I'm too tired already, till another time, cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108523834832551713?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108523834832551713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108523834832551713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108523834832551713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108523834832551713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/05/woah-its-been-such-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108356093695371214</id><published>2004-05-03T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:13:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, I got online! *sticks out tongue and grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok, sry for tt childish act. Neways, just watched a boring 'Lost Voyage' tt I bought eons ago. Looks interesting but not that funny. Talking bout it, neone has ne theories of Bermuda triangle? I loved to hear stories about these kind of stuff but of course sometimes I get freaked out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Eng P2 just now (I don't think I did so well), me and Siti were discussing bout spirits. Oh well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I wanna tell ya guyz out der tt I won't be coming online till mid June most probably cos I have exams in this 2 weeks (starting today). Then, maybe can come online 1 week, then go Pahang for Sec 3 camp 1 week, then my religious class exams, then I'm off to KL!!! Yay!!! Stay in hotel, my first time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cyaz ya'll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108356093695371214?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108356093695371214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108356093695371214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108356093695371214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108356093695371214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/05/haha-i-got-online-sticks-out-tongue.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108331684289199764</id><published>2004-04-30T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:25:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more thing... Forgot to say... Congrats Siti, Alia, Zhi Xin, Shi Yun, Abbas and dunno who else on making it for the Work Attachment for June holidays. Since my dad didn't allow me to join, I'll make sure he brings me to KL on the 16th for 4 days I think and stay in a hotel for the first time in my life! My cousins on my dad's side are going and it's like a once-a-year thing that I meet them. I'd make sure he bring me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(current mood: frowning cos my mum just... watevalah and remembering my dad makes me angry...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108331684289199764?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108331684289199764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108331684289199764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108331684289199764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108331684289199764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108331643900757309</id><published>2004-04-30T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T17:18:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Title: The anger within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what happened to my pink letterings?? Boo hoo... Gonna find a princess-like pic for my blog sumday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sry for not blogging for quite awhile. Busy, busy, busy...&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about yesterday and today then. Did Napfa yesterday and I got D for 2.4 km run!!! :D but only D :( The timing is 17:10. I jogged throughout the whole 4 rounds and then sprinted towards the end. First time in 2.4 km I ever did that, I always run, jog, stop, run, walk, jog, so it's quite an achievement for me. I want to get gold though... I need to get a few more cm for sit and reach, 1 cm more only for standing broad jump. As for 2.4 km run, I need to run 50 sec faster. Aiyo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mt reading period. Cikgu Shafiee saw us in P.E. t-shirt and I think we smell, that's why he asked us if we wanted to go toilet. But the tone he used make us think that he doesn't want us in the air-con room... Then inside the room, I had to sit at the row below the row that I normally sit beside Imran I think. Siti said that Cikgu Asniah didn't allow us them to squeeze... then I sit alone like that! Last week was something alike. I was already sitting at the normal row. Then Siti came and said that she's very hot and wanted to sit inside, then I allow lor. Me so soft, always like this. Then Nuurul came and sat beside me, that Cikgu Asniah saw and asked the two of us at the side to move and sit at the first row with the boys. There, Nuurul asked me to move in first and again I gave in. (The whole thing I can't remember the situation. I might be wrong but I remember I was very angry at them.) Why can't Cikgu Asniah just allow us to sit as usual?? Nothing wrong what?? Not like we girls talk, the boys are the ones who always talk!! Irritating you know, always me have to give in... Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my current status: a very irritated princess that is unable to let out all of her feelings for fear of hurting her friends' feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mt period, did group work. Guess what? I volunteered to be presenter when no one wanted to take up the job... Urgh! Why am I born like this?? It's making my life miserable! Oh, fine about that! Had recess (not recess for me mind you), then literature (learnt bout poetic devices, quite interesting), then English (a rushed and embarrassing one... my teacher go and take my paper and I realised I haven't finish doing!) and then Chem (can't remember what we did). Ok, that's about it, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today... mt first period, presented the 'thing' with Siti (who again I gave in to take the shorter part!!!) where nobody was listening... Then people started asking Cikgu Alijah about her teen life, haha... Then had physics, Mr Mubarak gave us the summary for all the topics we've learnt to refresh our memory, quite helpful. Then bio, we got papers and lotsa papers. Then recess!!! Yay! Ate rice till I was so full trying to finish my plate. I gave my extra chicken which the nenek gave for free to Siti. Then had SS where we did source based qns but not many were listening to KFC Tan (he looks a bit like the KFC guy larz). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, then assembly! We had dunno what body-language but it was very funny! Cherylene who sat beside me couldn't stop laughing! The guy on stage had some masks from Java and Bali and he acted so well in the masks to go with the expression on the masks he put on. He then asked for student volunteers at the end to be contestants in a show and all had to act to the expressions on the masks they got. Zul or whoever he is got the too cheery face, Jeevan got the know-it-all face, Nazrul got the sad face, Swati got the dunno wad face, Khalellolah or something like that got angry face and Celiana got blur face. Jeevan was the best but with the help of the guy on stage, all were great! Also very funny! Haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after all that blah blah blah, fumble, sweat, vroom, ting tong, home! Hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(current status: smiling again, anger forgotten) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the assembly period made me smile again, hehe. Anyway, just now I saw a poster at the school bookshop, it had a picture of an empty field with one tree at one end and a poem at the other end. The poem was very sweet and touching though Siti said something like, "Crap." It is in first person talking to God, reminding himself that eventhough the whole world has turned away, God is always there to hear your prayers and stay with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108331643900757309?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108331643900757309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108331643900757309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108331643900757309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108331643900757309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/title-anger-within-eh-what-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108297175192060482</id><published>2004-04-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:35:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... lets see the things that I've tried to change in my blog... &lt;br /&gt;Background: unsuccessful&lt;br /&gt;Music: Successful&lt;br /&gt;Pic at start of page: successful but discarded&lt;br /&gt;Links- open new browser: successful&lt;br /&gt;Separate websites &amp; blogs: successful&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks: successful&lt;br /&gt;Hugs: successful but discarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side effect: Sidebar pushed to bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I plan to add...&lt;br /&gt;Frame&lt;br /&gt;Background pic&lt;br /&gt;Change font for sidebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess that's all. Anyway, I've added Chapter One of "Friendship (rp)"(no title yet) to &lt;a href="http://http://groups.msn.com/SecretGate"&gt;Secret Gate msn group&lt;/a&gt;. Sylvia has added Quidditch Chapter too. I just have to add a few things on Gryffindor's side before that chapter is fully completed. I also have  to fit in the snowball fight somewhere. It's either magically made snowball on an autumn saturday or a real snowball fight in winter but for the latter (correct spelling?), I need to put the Quidditch match on another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! What i my mum rambling on and on about my eldest bro behind me. Kinda irritating cos it's like putting the burden on me to tell my bro everything. I mean he's sooooo busy and I'm soooooo busy too. Aiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so excited for the Sec 3 camp. I took number 3 - the adventure group: all the caving, flying fox, water rafting and stuff. Coolieoz! Siti and Nuurul take number 4 - all same as 3 except no water rafting, replaced by visit to Malaysian school. Lucky Asri and gang and Izyan taking number 3 too, so not bad larz. Wanna know number 1 and 2? Well, 1 is the learning group - study plants there and all; and 2 is the cycling group - cycle until u wanna die for 7 hrs each day (though u get brand new bikes the school bought) and you may stop anywhere in the jungle. Creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's see.... aiya dunno wad else to say, just cyaz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108297175192060482?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108297175192060482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108297175192060482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108297175192060482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108297175192060482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108289292481728912</id><published>2004-04-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:54:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! Got back from religious class and juz remembered, "Eh, I haven't research for my IPW! I still have Physics, E-Maths and Bio too!!!" Haha, well... Anyway, for those in my class and wondering wad E-Maths or wad Bio, it's juz me so dun mind me kkz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Isilme Elen is back! So dun 4get to visit hor and if can, join the Shire! And my blog looks horrendous from the misuse of html. Urgh, need to change again someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got lotsa things to do, update another time! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108289292481728912?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108289292481728912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108289292481728912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108289292481728912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108289292481728912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/phew-got-back-from-religious-class-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108278438701151664</id><published>2004-04-24T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T14:25:14.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again after so long! Just had my HML oral exam this morn and Eng P1 yest. I think I did quite ok for both larz, but of cos I can't be too sure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get you informed, Isilme Elen was hacked for the 3rd time a few days ago. Simone is trying to get a new err... is it server? for it. I don't know to wish it to hurry up or to take time... If it goes up soon, I'll get addicted again and won't start studying but I'll get bored if it's going to take a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's progress in my part of the fanfic me and Sylvia are writing. I can't wait to continue after this. It's fun to write. While reading my pri 6 compo book on Thursday for yest's Eng P1, I came across a compo about me meeting a boy in detention class and being attracted to him and now I've decided to continue the story.... Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... just wondering... Does anybody like keep charm bracelet? I'm going to start this year by buying the bracelet and continue on buying one lucky charm each year starting from next year. It sounds like fun. Besides, it's a great thing to do: you can look at the bracelet and remember your past, like where you bought the charm and stuff. I might buy them from overseas (but I doubt so since I dun go anywhere further than KL) or probably from Perlini's Silver. The lucky charms there are $12. Then the bracelet, I'm getting it at Isetan. It has 11 rings, 10 for the 10 years I'm gonna collect the lucky charms and 1... dunno, maybe for letter M (Marliyana) or L (Liyana) or Y (Yana) I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Just to say one last thing, just now my mum tried doing the hand thing to find out how many children you have (try clapping your hands hard and then clasping one close very tightly. Something will appear on your wrist and count). She told me I'd probably get 3 boys (right wrist) and 1 girl (left wrist). Sounds cool? Speaking of that, I remembered myself wishing I'd get twins when I grow up and my friend told the whole class. It was sooo embarrassing!!! Now I think of it, it's gonna be tough bringing up twins, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll get going now. I have a fanficto write here! Tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108278438701151664?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108278438701151664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108278438701151664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108278438701151664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108278438701151664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/hello-again-after-so-long-just-had-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108194699709171213</id><published>2004-04-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T20:53:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From morning till now my mum keeps nagging at me and I don't think they are for my own good really! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got back from dinner, so full... Ok, I'll tell you about today's events... Nah, I don't feel like talking...&lt;br /&gt;(after about 2 hrs of being away, going online, going away and bla bla bla...) Yay! A poem! I did it all on my own in about 1/2 an hr. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked along the stealthy river,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;But now that you are gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how am I supposed to go on my dear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and months have already passed.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that all Father have said was true.&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone across the sea in the past.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I won't regret. I did it all for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I live?&lt;br /&gt;How will I fare?&lt;br /&gt;I still believe,&lt;br /&gt;That this world's unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this path I have chosen,&lt;br /&gt;And this path I will lead.&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue on without our children,&lt;br /&gt;Until the time we will again meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guyz think? It's in Arwen's point of view when Aragorn has 'died'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108194699709171213?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108194699709171213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108194699709171213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108194699709171213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108194699709171213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-morning-till-now-my-mum-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108184834151322036</id><published>2004-04-13T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T17:29:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 tests tomorrow! 1st will be English Paper 2 (common test), 2nd is Chemistry (or E-Maths first, dunno), 3rd is E-Maths (or Chemistry), 4th is Physics practical and 5th is Biology... Why am I online then? Don't ask me, I oso dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I so, so, so wanna change my template!!! And I want to create a sweeter website! I look so gothic, but I dun hav time... Haiz... Aiya, I dunno what to say lah *scratches head* So well, I guess see you another time then, tataz! And guyz, sry no more WoW, my head feels like bursting already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108184834151322036?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108184834151322036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108184834151322036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108184834151322036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108184834151322036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/5-tests-tomorrow-1st-will-be-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108160689265814832</id><published>2004-04-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T22:25:23.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Got new car! Not toy car ar, my dad changed his car lah. It's almost the same, just the colour and a bit more different. I love it! It's so nice to be in it though it may be one of the cheapest one around nowadays. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and Sylvia are getting on with our fanfic based on the RP we did last year. She's Aurelia while I'm Catherine. I'll write a bit and her, another bit. We'll then put them up together at &lt;a href="http://www.secretgate.blogspot.com"&gt;Secret Gate&lt;/a&gt; and ta daa! Our first fanfic together. But well, as for now I won't be dreaming so far yet 'cause we're not even half of the fanfic! Anyway, you can visit the Quidditch Match written by Sylvia at Secret Gate. I like that blog... so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a stomach ache, I've yet to do my homework or started studying AND I feel like continuing my part of the fanfic: the intro... So, cyaz y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108160689265814832?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108160689265814832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108160689265814832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108160689265814832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108160689265814832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay-got-new-car-not-toy-car-ar-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108147791335478281</id><published>2004-04-09T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T10:35:42.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Me and my mum start talking already!!! We started yesterday when my aunt was admitted to hospitalthen she asked me want to go or not. Now we talking like normal again. But of course there's this gap. As the Malay saying goes, the wound might have healed but the marksill still be there. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the Book Talk yesterday was... fine... Not so good, 'cause we couldn't load the powerpoint fast enough and then we talked too fast and we didn't make eye contact with the audience and all. But it was ok... there were people listening (a few librarians, a few from 3/4 and the rest Ms Low's class or just people visiting the library. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh... my throat not sore anymore but I keep coughing, bad cough one. Then I kept biting my right cheek (the part where the top and bottom teeth like vampire's fangsand so yesterday I bit again accidently while eating and I think I punctured a blood vessel, 'cause got quite a lot of blood and it was sooooo painful!). Aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;Ok I dunno what to say. I just would like to know who likes LotR here? Please put up your hand at my tagboard. Also who thinks I should cut my hair? Also put up your hand if yes and please state which question you answering (argh! I forgot! is this the correct spelling?) WoW... forget it, just remember my blog, :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108147791335478281?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108147791335478281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108147791335478281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108147791335478281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108147791335478281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/yay-me-and-my-mum-start-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108104993181315502</id><published>2004-04-04T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T11:42:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! My comp juz now got 43 (or more) adware/spyware and the exe virus! Then quarantine, delete, whatever... left 25. Now cleaning again. It's so irritating cos the comp so slow and keeps getting stuck! I can't even chat with Sylvia yesterday. *opens comp monitor and picks out virus one by one* Not only does my comp have virus but me too! Well, sort of. I have a sore throat and a runny nose. My brain oso like exploding and my muscles feel so stretched!!! &lt;br /&gt;Sry peeps, so many !!! Can't stand it. Tmr got Physics test summore and the A Maths assignments I dunno how to do, how to pass mid yr?!?!?! Like impossible ya noe! Both E Maths class test I failed, aiyo...&lt;br /&gt;Urgh! Then my eyes like going bad. Must eat more carrots. I oso need more calcium, my back like so arched like that, aiyo... (ok, after learning Bio...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't even get to go to Afterworld, blargh! I should have bought tickets earlier and so then can tell my mum I already bought tickets so can't waste. She gave me so many excuses. She cook already lah, too expensive lah, this that. Then when I was going out, she was praying so I just open the door and go out lor. Then I reach the interchange, she sounded so angry over the phone and asked me to come home straight. So like what you noe! Aiyo! &lt;br /&gt;Actually her reason was that in the morning when she wanted to go out to the market (which includes Cash Converter sumhow), she asked me to follow and I say tired this that this that. But really ar, she's going like... urgh! Then afternoon, Nuurul (Khairiyah so long larz) called me and asked me if I can lend her some brooch for her scarf cos she need to go out and forgot to bring. Since I already told my mum I tired just now right,  I told Nuurul I ask my mum first. I was expecting her to say about the morning incident, but she didn't. Instead she asked me to go. Eh! Like this not angry you know! Then while meeting Nuurul we met Siti and Siti asked me to follow her to Afterworld. I did feel guilty you know that I didn't follow my mum in the morning and then now I want to accompany Siti. So I told Siti I'll ask my mum first. At home, I asked her and sure enough she said no (very angry). She said why so expensive. I said cos got food. Then she say she cook already. Ok fine, I called Siti and told her I can't go. But then, Siti said she got free ticket from her netball teacher and her younger sister not at home while her older sister don't want to go, so she asked me. Then my dad came home. So I asked him instead, but still infront of my mum. He then said if I want to go then go lar, which is what I did of course. And my mum didn't say eh, oh or ah or whatever. So I thought can lor! Then go interchange... ^blah blah blah, so embarrassing. Siti was already so excited got someone to accompany her then she had to go alone... And me, I was stuck at home being Cinderella cleaning my room from the mess my mum decided to send a tornado to. &lt;br /&gt;Aack! This is all I can do, blog! There's no one I can talk to. Maybe Sylvia... but what? Tell her the whole story and bore her to death?? Of course not! Lucky I have my blog. I definitely noe my parents not good with computer skills and if they do somehow master it quietly, I won't mind them reading what I've written. Read what's in me. Ever since my eldest brother go U and my 2nd brother go army camp (after some complication, he not allowed to go home often and so I only see him sometimes), I've been so alone. I miss especially my 2nd brother. He played a huge role in my life! Ok, I'm crying now, that means I really miss him, ok...&lt;br /&gt;Someone help! I feel so... lost, fragile and whatever else! Help... *collapses on floor*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108104993181315502?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108104993181315502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108104993181315502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108104993181315502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108104993181315502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/wah-my-comp-juz-now-got-43-or-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-108082784754626369</id><published>2004-04-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:01:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eeek! What's that on your head? April Fool!!! Ok whatever. I'm so stressed!!! Got Book Talk rehearsal tomorrow then today need to edit the ppt and write my script and do that lit project! Aiyo how to finish?!?! Tired you know. Aiyah, then my comp like have no graphic, no animation, sickening you know! Anyway peeps, please attend the book talk on 8th April at school library cos we put in so much effort into it so you all better come, or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-108082784754626369?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/108082784754626369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=108082784754626369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108082784754626369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/108082784754626369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/04/eeek-whats-that-on-your-head-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107975147258482627</id><published>2004-03-20T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T11:01:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homework?? *makes blur look* What hw? Got hw? Lol, jk, of cos got lotsa hw! I just finished the 3 bio quizzes, 90%, 83% and 85% in sequence of quiz 1, 2, 3. I also finished the Malay letter writing yesterday. The Chemistry... I dunno how to do some qns how to send online?? Maths... I started yesterday... but too sleepy can't even finish (and can't even differentiate between Lothlorien, Lorien and Luthien). I also watched the err... funky Physics online explanation but still haven't do the ws. I've also found about 2-4 articles that I like. I've also started reading random pages on the inspirational book, Teen Berries or whatlah. For Book Talk, I've finished 3/4 of The Hobbit and have to write the review tomorrow. Let's see... those that I haven't start on are A-Maths ws, English summary and Ms Yang's (corect?) Bio ws. Cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to say this on my blog... "Ms Yang is great!" Lolx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's schedule... go Science Center!!!! Then at night finished both Maths, Bio ws and English summary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's schedule... do articles and book talk, go see my grandma at hospital, go kenduri (dunno wad in English) and then at night finish wadever rot's left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! I forgot my SS project!! Aiyah, I do now larz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all peedy weedy peeps. WoW, don't procrastinate(leave things to last minute, like me)... Please do that. Look at my grandma... Monday she was so fine, Tuesday she fell in the toilet, Thursday go check hospital, got warded and go operation. Today, dunno, tomorrow dunno... So please heed my advice, force yourself... Ok, tataz peeps! Bubbye bubble teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107975147258482627?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107975147258482627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107975147258482627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107975147258482627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107975147258482627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/03/homework-makes-blur-look-what-hw-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107934182248566058</id><published>2004-03-15T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:13:37.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! Yay! Me finally going to Science Center to see the LotR exhibition with Sylvia!!! I'm so excited, we can also get free admission to Science Center, coolieoz! But then arr, I think there'll not be enough time 'cause I really really wanna see ALL the things used in the making of LotR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that, I dreamt of going to err... Expo(?!?!) for the exhibition. Somehow, Expo was enlarged and very different and the exhibition was at Hall 7 or something. I was there first with my mum I think. Then I mum go and see clothes(?!?!), I mean our normal wear clothes not LotR ones and I got separated, so I went to the bookshop there to see LotR books. When I got out, I was suddenly surrounded by rows and rows of soccer shirt! Then I got out of that Hall and walked around to find the correct Hall, which was like at the other side of the Expo and when I got there, I woke up... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WoW, stay calm in times of danger. It helps sometimes you know, but well, it's hard to achieve as you tend to panic. Hmm... I guess that's all, cyaz peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107934182248566058?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107934182248566058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107934182248566058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107934182248566058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107934182248566058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/03/yay-yay-me-finally-going-to-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107923353871507326</id><published>2004-03-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T11:08:52.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg!!!! It's good news this time. I did well for my MUIS examinations! I got aggregate 441/500!!! Woo Hoot!!! There's 5 papers, Al Quran-practical (A), Amali-practical A), Sirah-written (A*), Lughoh-written (A*) and Dianah (A). IN () are my grades, you see, all As!!!!! Coolieoz! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Johor yesterday... boring... then came home about 8:30 p.m. but still got to see Love Is Beautiful a bit and it was so short I could have cried at the end when it ended because I've been waiting for it for a week and then so fast finish, why can't it finish at 10 instead of 9 p.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, rain and then flood. I 've been like very scared for the past few days, not from the thunder or lightning but from the end of the world. The small symtoms are already visible... like more girls than boys, gays and lesbians, aiyo! Me scared leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... I've started playing &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com"&gt;Neopets&lt;/a&gt; again for dunno what reasons, I just felt like doing so. So.. errr... can anyone tell me how to streghten your neopet? Mine is so weak, it even lose to the clown, sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah, I dunno wad to say already, just a WoW... Do unto others what you want others do unto you. Weell, that's all I guess, tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107923353871507326?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107923353871507326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107923353871507326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107923353871507326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107923353871507326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/03/omg-its-good-news-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107909149697803959</id><published>2004-03-12T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T19:41:27.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! I did so badly for term 1!!!! Oklah, maybe not for some of you, but to me it is... I got...&lt;br /&gt;Subject            Mark(%)    Grade     Rank&lt;br /&gt;English             50%          C6          31/41&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay    68%          B3          3/5&lt;br /&gt;E Maths            75%          A1          23/41&lt;br /&gt;A Maths            58%          C5          25/41&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies   48%          D7          34/41&lt;br /&gt;Elect Lit            64%          B4           6/10&lt;br /&gt;Biology             61%          B4           17/40&lt;br /&gt;Physics             68%          B3           24/41&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry         77%          A1          15/41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average: 63%&lt;br /&gt;M.S.G: 3.8&lt;br /&gt;Class Position: 24/41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you can see, my class didn't do so well either. I mean look at the ranks! So anyway, I just wanna congratulate those who have done well or improved for those who didn't or slacked, it's ok, this is just term 1, the main marks are SA1 and SA2 and also remember your goal to pass O'levels with distinctions! Ok, that was partly for me too... I think I want to go to Temasek JC if can 'cause got swimming there. If cannot, then either Meridian or Tampines JC, if still cannot, take Temasek Poly larz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for not blogging for quite some time, I've been squashed in between tests, homeworks, assignments and many more! So, tomorrow I'll be taking my MUIS PSLE results! So nervous!!! I don't mind even if I get aggregate 400/500, it's good enough! Sigh... Then tomorrow afternoon me going to Johor, Kota Tinggi to be exact for a wedding. Then Sunday of course got religious class. Monday/Tuesday I have to go to school to hand in A Maths worksheet. Tuesday is Khairiyah's B'dae! Thursday, I got library duty and ELDDS meeting clash, aiyo, need to sort that out. Then Friday have library meeting. Wah!!! As for homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - summary, read inspirayional book, 10 reviews on environment articles&lt;br /&gt;Higher Malay - worksheet&lt;br /&gt;E Maths&lt;br /&gt;A Maths&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - project on NeWater&lt;br /&gt;Elect Lit&lt;br /&gt;Biology - concept map, read notes, 3 quizzes on edulearn&lt;br /&gt;Physics - worksheet, 4 downloads from edulearn&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - print from edulearn (2 maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have to go now, eat, chew, chomp, gulp, cyaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107909149697803959?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107909149697803959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107909149697803959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107909149697803959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107909149697803959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/03/omg-i-did-so-badly-for-term-1-oklah.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107802208285924431</id><published>2004-02-29T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T10:37:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday... yes yes sunny day but no, not a very fine day... Hw, tons of 'em. A-Maths, E-Maths, Bio, Chem, la la la... Ok, nvm, I'm very bored now so I'm going off. Oh! And I forgot: on Friday Siti gave me a green file and a purple hair band and yesterday, Syidah gave me a pair of nice earrings. Thanks you guyz. And WoW, alamak, forgot again... Err... a simple one lah, even when you fall, always gather the strength to pull yourself up again. Try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107802208285924431?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107802208285924431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107802208285924431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107802208285924431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107802208285924431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107796861937024682</id><published>2004-02-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:46:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cross country! I'm so proud of myself! I got top 25!!!! I'm not sure what position, but between 20-25, thanks to those who encouraged me to go on, PSL, hehe and St John too. Some teachers and perent support also, hehe. Got one part, the parent support was like cheering on the side of the road, I just felt like laughing lol. Now I believe I can do better for my 2.4 Napfa. While running I kept breathing the words, "U can, u can, u can" Lol, but it worked!!! Woo Hoot! I'm so darn/damn proud 'cause not only did I make it to the finishing line, I got top 25, cooliez! At first, I was just jogging then I found out I can sprint down slopes and then walk briskly up. There's a u-turn part dsomewhere in the middle, the St John there said I was in Top 20, I nearly laughed lor, I didn't believe him, 'cause I tot like, "Me?? Top 20? Nah, he's just encouraging..." but then Chuan Li also said that lor. For th last 400m or so, I kept jogging and didn't stop then as I'm getting nearer I sprinted, yay! Along the way, I saw 'HIM' and tha encouraged me too, hehez. After the race, I was suddenly filled with tears, not sure of happiness or from the pain I had in the chest. But the thing I want to say here is, "Thanks Mr Sara for the guidance on how to run properly during P.E." I used the technique of not putting my hands on my hips and stretching my hands and letting them down so that also probably helped me to run faster. I'm just so glad...n In Sec 1, I got like 30+, like 2nd or 3rd last for those who competed lor... This yr everyone has to run but yes some good runners didn't run because of duty and stuff and probably why I got 20+. I wanna stop now, WoW, believe and urself and trust me, they'll work even if they don't, believe that u've tried ur best and u have other talents, try others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107796861937024682?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107796861937024682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107796861937024682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107796861937024682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107796861937024682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/cross-country-im-so-proud-of-myself-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107788885435469053</id><published>2004-02-27T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:37:05.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arlooze, my head so sleepy it would probably roll off into a corner and lay there to rot but it's stuck to my neck... First period I can already doze off, but thanks to refresher (a sort of medicated oil) I woke up, not because it refreshed me, but because I got it into my left eye (that's why I ran to the toilet juz now...). Really, I;m in no mood to do anything right now, but I just have to tell the happenings of today, I'm currently addicted to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had Physics, I'm beginning to like Mr Mubarak but it was kind of funny he keeps calling Andrea to demonstrate force and didn't notice that err... a few of us are laughing at how short he looks. Without Andrea he looks ok, but with Andrea and sometimes he called Zhi Hao, really he looks short but he really can't help it, can he? I dunno... using physics or something.... lol. Anyway, after that had Bio, we had some confusing explanations to listen to but I managed to catch 50% of each part. Shi Yun was brave to admit she understands 100%, but she's the confident kind and she does do well in her studies. So, then recess, I ate rice! Half of me was elling me not to but the other half won and I ate rice... during RECESS! Then S.S, Ms Neo was like blabbing on and on about SBQ and then her university life (Interesting facts: she's like... playful in her school days and she didn't take S.S last time, how in the world did she become S.S teacher then??) while the other classes have emptied out for the leadership Investiture and when Song Wei interupted her saying that we'll be in deep trouble if she continues cos we're supposed to be in the hall 5 mins earlier but we're like 5 mins later!! And then she said why we didn't tell her earlier, really, we thought syhe knew... Anyway, Ms Neo is currently my fav teacher, hehe. For the leadership Investiture, it was quite long but I like the song Mr Jared Oh COMPOSED entitled Temasek's Light. Very sweet... very nice... very soothing.... (any leaders reading this, may I have the lyrics pls pls pls?!?!) and the student leaders had their glow-in-the-dark stick and they (the sticks) glow so well in the dark, it suits the song very well with the student leaders swaying, wah... I just feel like crying all of a sudden, lol. So then Fawwaz, our new Chairman of the Sports Captains (?!?!?! Ok, maybe I dunno him well, but it's totally unexpected) led the school into the Temasek Cheer, everyone so synchronized, like so cool lor! Then Mr Ng explained bout the Sec 3 camp again, I'm taking no. 3, the adventure one no matter what. We'll still sleep in dorm for one day and I've sort of solved the toilet problem (I 'm bringing a whole roll of toilet paper!) and it's the best, I guess I'm getting more and more outgoing huh? The amazing thing is ah, people are worrying avout the caves which have life bats which could bite your head off during the 4 hrs in the caves (even Mr Ng got a bit scared wen he saw them he said, and he's like the bravest I know) while here I am only a teeny weeny bit scared (truthfully, not boasting or anythoing, really...) of the caves thingy and more worried about toilets?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok stop about Sec 3 camp... so went back to class, grabbed bag, chucked things in locker practically ran into 3/4 to meet my friend b4 going for bookclub together. Bookclub: Awkward moment and I don't wish to talk about it... After that rushed home, chatted with Rehana on the bus, took 29, alighted at first stop, walked briskly home up the stairs and there's a boy on the 3rd floor who said something like, "Ma, got a girl!" Lolx, he looked so cute. So got home, I ATE RICE AGAIN!!! FRIED RICE SOMEMORE!!! My God... but I managed to stop myself from having a second helping. Then got stomachache and then bathed and prayed, wore my school uniform back (it didn't smell... and I put on talcum powder or whatever that thing is) and off me and my mum go to the MRT station to Lavender (in case u don't know what rot am I talking about, I'm talking about going to make my IC). Along the way, we were debating whether we need the blood group and so I called Siti and my cuz and my mum called my uncle, then I called my aunt, then my mum called my cuz and my dad and blah blah blah. We then reached Lavender, we thought it was Bugis so we didn't alight and then... so well, we alighted at Bugis and went back to Lavender. At the ICA building, I was queueing up to have my pic taken and I couldn't decide how to smile (as my horoscope says, I'm very indecisive this mth) and so I tried both smiles I can do and decided to choose the more natural one. Really, I look so chubby and my left eye looks smaller than my right (Lupin#2?). Aiyo! But then blah, blah my no. was called, table 28 or 29, forgot. It was a guy and he was like so serious I could have kicked him, aiyo! Very hard to cooperate with this kind of people. Then he got ask if I want my name written in Jawi (like modern Sanskrit) below my name. I thought it would be cool and I do know how to spell it, but then he said it will be printed in my handwriting, I immediately answered no thx. Then blah blah, I ended up in Bugis, Kinokuniya. Then poof at Popular in Century Square at Tampines and there I bought a 3-in-1 LotR book, yay! Finally!!!!! Then blah blah wnt home, I had back and shoulders pain. Both my ankles also took turns in feeling like I sprained them, so I collapse on the cool marble floor, I could have fallen asleep if I didn't need to pray. Then blah blah blah blah blah, until now I wanna go sleep. WoW, I heard 2 today but can't remember so... err... Love can only come from the heart, nowhere else, not the mind, not the soul. Sounds cool, but not exactly true... Nevermind, anyway, if you guys know who I like last time, I 'm having a crush on him again, as in AGAIN! I dun want, but can't help the feeling lor but really, I... I dunno... Hope he doesn't find out, I want this to be kept in me and some of my close friends (yes Sylvia, that guy...) and sigh... I doubt I'll ever get a return from him, nope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107788885435469053?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107788885435469053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107788885435469053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107788885435469053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107788885435469053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/arlooze-my-head-so-sleepy-it-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107779718583701018</id><published>2004-02-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:09:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See this... the survey at lotrplaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rl name(dont worry about last name and if you feel insecure about posting it then dont post it: Marliyana&lt;br /&gt;Who adopted you in the family?: GaladrielStar&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite colour:  too many to list &lt;br /&gt;what is your email adress: s_inter89@hotmail.com add me anytime!&lt;br /&gt;is this family to waky for you(hehehe): err... huh?&lt;br /&gt;when did you join this family: can't remember, I think in Jan 2004&lt;br /&gt;how long have you been on the plaza: err... since Dec 2003... I think...&lt;br /&gt;how long have you liked lord of the rings: since Dec 2003&lt;br /&gt;post wich ones of these you have( aim, yahoo, lotr messenger, msn, icq excetera): meca, msn, icq, mirc&lt;br /&gt;who is your favorite character in the books: *knocks head onto table**looked up* I dunno&lt;br /&gt;if you could be any race what would it be: *knocks again* &lt;br /&gt;your favorite food: *again* I'm very indecisive *knocks*&lt;br /&gt;what contry are you in: *sat up straight and sang the national anthem before saying the pledge* Singapore &lt;br /&gt;what state or city are you in: if you know where Singapore is, you answer this yourself *knocks again*&lt;br /&gt;how did you find the plaza: great! though sometimes it's too advanced for a latecomer, me...&lt;br /&gt;how did you find this family: crazy and cool&lt;br /&gt;which is your favorite book  lotr or hobbit or sil or UT: *knocks again and looked up* I dunno... I'm juz startin to read the Hobbit but I have a brief idea of all the bks except the unfinished tale&lt;br /&gt;do you know any middle earth languages: elvish, sindarin, quenya, gralvish *friend pokes head in and said:* YEAH RITE! (sarcastically, get it?)&lt;br /&gt;if yes above wich ones: ^&lt;br /&gt;do you hvae any websites and what are the url's: www.geocities.com/luv_marl/enter.html, my not updated and too elaborated webby and www.pure-princess.blogspot.com , my blog on my crazy life!&lt;br /&gt;post a discription of your plaza characters looks and personality: crazy and just like to do quizzes and talk rot, not about lotr but also very polite and feminine. is tall and slender with waist-length blonde hair which is always tied in rivendell elvish style (if there's such a thing). Always dresses in white flowy dresses unless to special occasions. so unlike me in rl...&lt;br /&gt;post a short history of your character: err...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107779718583701018?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107779718583701018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107779718583701018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779718583701018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779718583701018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107779713561642015</id><published>2004-02-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T20:08:26.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyo, very lazy to edit the previous one, I'll just continue in a new post, here! Ok, I'm in a better mood now, 'a crazy yet polite and feminine elf' as I posted at lotrplaza (maybe cos I was talking bout interesting Denmark wif my friends and maybe cos I prayed juz now and people say if you do, you'll feel more at ease and cheery and I believe them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, continue: After lit, I had English which Mr Tan just explain about the skeleton of our expository compo which now I'm wondering whether we're supposed to write the compo or not. Then Chem, I was suddenly put under the pressure of a very heavy sleepy gas. I nearly fall asleep halfway all of a sudden. But really, I'm beginning to really liike Mrs Tay, though I still find her quite like my mum, hehe. But as the saying goes, "The school is our second home..." So well, get it? If not, forget it. Then I rushed to the library for duty and late again, I really can't help it! Then blah blah, poof in MMRC, then printing whatever lah and late for lunch... At lunch I ate Mee Rebus, but as per normal, I don't 'drink' the gravy and so still healthier than finishing the gravy too. Then blah blah, all done, go home, met Izyan and Lubna and poof me on bus 229, then poof Izyan went off and so left me and Lubna talking blah blah blah, then poof at Bedok Macdonalds where my nose started to bleed a liitle. Maybe cos of the sudden temperature change fr the aircon in the library to the warm surrounding. Luckily the bleeding not bad, didn't really come out as blood, but the mucus I sneeze out was like reddish reddish lor. Then I drank vanilla coke while Lubna ate ice cream and then poof I missed 168 and 18, poof Lubna missed 66 and 60 and poof I'm on 168 reading 8 days, poof I'm at home, got a little fright in the lift 'cause the next lift was 'alarming', well, the person inside was pressing the alarm but I got safely poof home, poof in my mum's room for fan, poof at comp, poof talk with NinaNienna, Nina-Nienna or Lady Rose, whatever you wish, poof went to pray, poof on comp, Aragorn's screensaver, poof write survey at lotrplaza, poof now...the present and slowly eating the future and poof, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107779713561642015?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107779713561642015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107779713561642015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779713561642015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779713561642015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/aiyo-very-lazy-to-edit-previous-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107779154857603577</id><published>2004-02-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:35:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dunno why, my temper seems to get shorter and shorter each day! I keep getting mad, feel insulted, feel neglected and I think I could have screamed at or strangled the person. That was what ?I am the whole day, angry, angry, angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E, we had to run 2 rounds as a class, quite tiring but I did it, no stopping but after running my heart could have popped out and squished at Mr Sara's feet or something, it was beating so hard lor! Then we played frisbee, my friends were like singing and singing and I find it irritating 'cause while they're singing I'm still trying to get my breath. Then bla, bla, period ended, Mr Ng talked about the Sec 3 camp, I like the 3rd one, adventures like flying fox, caving and stuff (2nd was cycling and caving and 1st was eww, learn about plantations? please... But then, Kenneth told me later that for the 3rd one, we havce to sleep in a tent, not bad but no toilets! I can't live with bathing using well water, ok still ok but then do business in bushes?? Aiyo!). Then HMT, reading period first then studies which we did grp work and Nuurul, Siti and Dayah (ok not so) were talking and talking and not doing what we're supposed to do. Then at the end of the period, each groups need to present and we did black or white to see who had to do the talking and guess who was the pick of the mth (odd one)? Me and Dayah, then halfway Dayah was like asking me to say all, yeah rite... Then when I stood up, cikgu keeps saying cannot hear me, then need to repeat and I was looking like a fool stuttering, getting mixed with my words 'cause I wrote only in pt form lor. Grr... Then recess, I managed 900 skipping today (so far only once I did 1, 000) and then went to get some food 'cause I was so hungry and then no more food at the malay stall. I went to the western stall, I can't stand anymore sandwiches 'cause I feel like vomiting and I don't want to eat any burgers, very fattening lor so I didn't eat. Then I went to bookshop to buy a comb for tmr (I'm gong to make my IC and I don't have any combs??) and don't have, so I bought Hello Panda and went to sit across my friend. She was like talking and talking with my other friend and totally ignoring me until the bell nearly rang. Then after that they went another way and I decided not to follow them, I'll feel like a total outsider and intruder if I do, and I went to follow the boys in my class who went for Geog class and of course need to split 'cause I take lit and it's in my class. Reached class, empty except Emily, Celine and Khairunnisa I think but they sat like across the room! And so I sat at my seat, right smack in the middle of the class alone till Siti came in asking to borrow my 8 days. Then the rest start filing in and Ms Rajah still haven't come. Then Michelle and Yi Chen went to look for her after some time and so in she walks at bout 11:25, 25 minutes gone in case you're wondering and she kept on saying sry 1001 x saying she thought our lesson starts at 11:35 (really, it's OK...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... need to go for awhile now, maybe continue later maybe not, I'm still pissed btw. And WoW, brain vs brawn, think bout it, no time to explain, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107779154857603577?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107779154857603577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107779154857603577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779154857603577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107779154857603577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-dunno-why-my-temper-seems-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107771149192190163</id><published>2004-02-25T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:21:00.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second post today... I just got a b'day card from my aunt! With a heart shaped 'small cushion' and $20, wow, even more than my bro gets, I think. So now I can buy LotR books already, yay!!!! Anyway one more thing, I forgot the WoW, hehe, sowie, sowie. This I got from Mr KC Tan during English, "There can never be inner beauty without virtue..." Go figure, I'm... "achoo!", "achoo!", sneezing quite badly that my nose is currently blocked and I sound funny. So, erm... I forgot what I wanna say, tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107771149192190163?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107771149192190163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107771149192190163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107771149192190163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107771149192190163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/second-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107770368268974089</id><published>2004-02-25T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:10:51.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh... The special day is over and I'm now 15 yrs and 1 day OLD... So, why am I sighing away? Because it's been quite a bad day for me, THAT'S why. First period, E-Maths, got back test paper, I could have broke down (if that's what you call cry, sry I'm not in the mood for phrases) from all the bad results I've been receiving but I 'barely' get to control it but no one noticed, which was lucky. But really, Anthony, Andrea, Siti and even Kenneth got the range of 15 and above (I won't tell each got what in case they don't want others to know eventhough to me it's like good already!). I got so low! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Bio, ok, Bio's my favourite and another teacher will be taking over! Urgh! Then had English, ok not so bad but my group used my paper and so... I had quite a number of, can say, stupid mistakes... and like quite embarrassing lor... Then recess, I only did 700 skipping, then A-Maths, haiz... so difficult... I dunno how to do and we're not even in logarithms! Then Chem, ok I guess... I'm starting to like Chem and Mrs Tay. Then HML, letter-writting, sigh... After that lunch, ate quite a lot (feels guilty) and then Physics, pendulum... ok I guess but Siti like not serious during the practical like that... Haiz... the best thing that happened is probably Alia's gift which is very nice and sweet (no it's not food, and I didn't lick it, ok), it's a mug and a pencil case. The mug is filled with hearts all over but since it's made of... err... ceramic is it?, I'll keep it as a display thingy (can't remember what's it called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm kinda frowning and I feel kinda hungry for the soup my mum is 'cooking' now, haiz... I think I'd better go now, cyaz! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107770368268974089?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107770368268974089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107770368268974089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107770368268974089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107770368268974089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5949715.post-107762146149771499</id><published>2004-02-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:20:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My b'day! My b'day! Yay! Lol. I think those who wished me happie b'day equals to half a class or so. Anyway, the presents I got, earliest till now...: My aunt gave me a watch, a perfumed talcum and a perfume on Saturday I think. Last night, Sylvia gave me a card as you can see in my previous blog, my mum gave me a pencil case(shaped like tiger), a cat bean-bag (small one), a metal-bottle and a yellow wallet (female design, hehe) in a basket and wrapped like a hamper and my bro also gave me $12 to buy a LotR book. In school, Nuurul gave me a cat in a bag (lol) which she and Siti chose at Precious Thoughts and Kenneth(my class manager who anounced to the whole class about my b'day!) and Abbas bought me a pen and a pencil. The last presents was 'debated' by Christine and Kenneth/Abbas. (these debate students...hehe) Christine said that they should have bout a glossy wrapping paper, put some pebbles and sand, then put flower, wrap and give me. Kenneth then replied that he only had like 10 minutes during lunch to do something and besides, I'd throw the flower in 2 days time (I'm not that bad right?). And so they went on, until bus 10 came, luckily not long after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as for people wishing me happy b'day, there's a lot to name including those I didn't expect. And for those who extended your hand to wish me and I didn't take it, sorry but I'm not supposed to, no skin-to-skin, hehe! Anyway, I know very long I neva put WoW, so, well, a short n simple one here: Always smuile even when you freel like frowning as you'll neva know who's falling in love with em! Well, thx to those who wished me and tataz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5949715-107762146149771499?l=pure-princess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/feeds/107762146149771499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5949715&amp;postID=107762146149771499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107762146149771499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5949715/posts/default/107762146149771499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-princess.blogspot.com/2004/02/my-bday-my-bday-yay-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Eruantale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153724392963248957</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/luv_marl/anime/aniME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
