<?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-4021636701093216554</id><updated>2011-10-06T23:59:41.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Dustaye Diaraye</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>525</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-690540475868086013</id><published>2011-04-22T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:22:46.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not kidding</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna move to Livejournal for real, I'm gonna lock up this blog. I'm not gonna blog about my life anymore. I want to be forgotten. &lt;div&gt;Just you wait :) I want to put down everything from the past. I'm moving on! YES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-690540475868086013?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/690540475868086013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=690540475868086013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/690540475868086013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/690540475868086013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-not-kidding.html' title='I&apos;m not kidding'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2790914319445893488</id><published>2011-04-21T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T01:09:47.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance4Fund</title><content type='html'>Hi guise. &lt;div&gt;FMS came in second for Dance4Fund this year. We were utterly disappointed, but that at the same time, we could hold our heads up high because no schools have won three years in a row :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2009, we came in Second place, in 2010, we came in first place and in 2011 we came in second place. Aren't we supposed to feel proud? :) FYI, we were competing with like, ten other schools in school :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's champion goes to HMS. I have a lot to spill, but I shall keep them to myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like super awesome to be on stage again after like one year, to dance and express myself and to groove to the beats. But I guess it's time I let it go and move on to something new ..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2790914319445893488?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2790914319445893488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2790914319445893488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2790914319445893488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2790914319445893488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance4fund.html' title='Dance4Fund'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3480874342322367550</id><published>2011-04-17T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:26:22.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>HELLO. This is the most tiring week of my life ever. It's even worse than Olevels, I have no idea why, I can't believe I went out every single day. :/ If you know me, you'd know that I am so bloody lazy that I can stay home 5days a week.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I went to Sentosa with the FMS peeps and honestly, the outing sucked, it wasn't as fun as Tuesday's trip. After the whole Sentosa thing, Gerald and I met SaraJane and Nathaniel for some Prata and Ben&amp;Jerrys at Vivo City. Kenneth was supposed to join us too, but he pulled out in the end. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday it was FMS's orientation, I got moved to GreenLantern with Aida, Kenneth, Tedd, Irwin and Bryan. To be honest, I was bloody sad, but well, I still had fun. After everything, the Prata gang went for Prata dinner at Prata Planet, somewhere in Clementi. There were so many of us that we had to sit at different tables :(&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went mad shopping with AJA and Cheryl. WHEEEEWWWWW, I love shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that I got into Dance4Fund with Aida, Rio, Qamarul and Nat. It was a great big shock to me because I didn't actually expect to be chosen. We are all pretty sad that most of the Prata Gang people didn't get in, but oh well, we shall do our best to represent FMS for the competition this coming Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went shopping at Town with Keith and Cheryl. I am haunted by the guilt of spending so much money I think I need a job :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3480874342322367550?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3480874342322367550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3480874342322367550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3480874342322367550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3480874342322367550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4931812380476710486</id><published>2011-04-13T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:44:14.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>Life has been pretty fair to me :) I've had my share of good times and bad times and right now things really seems to be looking up!&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I was at school with Nick and a few other people doing our laptops, and then I went for a movie with my Alvin Kang. Like he said, life feels more complete now that we're met up after such a long time ;)&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday, I was out with the Justice League people, but most of the people there were from Batman! Hell yeah, we're the most bonded subtribe, suck on that :) &lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day was actually getting dunked by Gerald and Kenneth. ZZZZZ. Seriously, I can't really recall what took place, I was standing beside Gerald at the Pavilion talking, and talking, and then he suddenly lifted me up and threw me over his shoulders like a was sack or something and brought me to the sea, and it was followed by Kenneth carrying SaraJane to the sea and we both got dunked. No one came to our rescue no matter how we screamed. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;Poor Audrey, came over to find Sara and I and innocently got dunked too. We didn't get dunked just once, it was like multiple times, plus without warnings. Gerald will just pick you up and throw you inside the water, and pick and throw over and over again. Or he'll drag you out into the sea, and make sure you can't swim back. -_- Grr. &lt;br /&gt;Okay and today I went out with Bitchy Mitchell Estrop :) well we were supposed to check out some guitars at Bras Basah and Maestro, but it was raining so we camped up at Starbucks, chatting. When the rain died, we headed over to Maestro and to our dismay, it was closed, so he brought me to this really nice art gallery at ION Orchard, it's in somewhere remote. It was really cool in there, everything was artsy fartsy and it kinda left me feeling really inspired :) Thank you mitchy!&lt;br /&gt;We then had dinner and Hot Tomato @ 313 and guess what? Dessert was on the house for us! &lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay this is just the happy side, another part of me right now, is just a piece of confused shit. Right now I'm contemplating if I should go to Sentosa tomorrow, mmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4931812380476710486?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4931812380476710486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4931812380476710486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4931812380476710486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4931812380476710486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6635524907198466365</id><published>2011-04-11T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:57:40.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARAMORE</title><content type='html'>HELLO, AWESOME NEW, MY PARAFAMILY FOUND OUT THAT PARAMORE IS COMING OVER TO SINGAPORE AGAIN THIS AUGUST, I AM SO GOING. DEAL WITH IT MTFKERS :)&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to relive that night, right now, it all just feels like back in December 2009 when we all first heard that Paramore was coming to Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm gonna run an adrenaline fever again. FUCK YEAHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6635524907198466365?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6635524907198466365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6635524907198466365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6635524907198466365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6635524907198466365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/paramore.html' title='PARAMORE'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5275406388630047494</id><published>2011-04-07T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T01:33:06.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your House</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;If you still care at all, don't go, tell me now.&lt;br /&gt;If you love me at all, don't call.&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere, put me right back there.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if. New start, I'm loving life like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay anyways, I'm back from my Freshmen camp, and it's definitely one of the best camps I've attended(even better than red camp). I'm in this super awesome subtribe of Justice League called Batman which is an assortment of awesome individuals with amazing talent, which is a very good thing but at the same time makes everyone scary because I feel inferior. &lt;br /&gt;We had awesome programs, SLs, tribemates. I'm having a hangover now, oh how I hate themmm. I kind of can't wait for school to start :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating if I should go for NP's dance party though :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5275406388630047494?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5275406388630047494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5275406388630047494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5275406388630047494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5275406388630047494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/your-house.html' title='Your House'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4861519568807141602</id><published>2011-04-03T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:59:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#noonecares</title><content type='html'>Fucking. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid, I know, you don't say it, but I can see it all over your face. You guys say you care, but it's more like you guys want that superior feeling of triumph when you all tie me down. How selfish, how self centred, how &lt;b&gt;stupid&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it, why? Why am I different from everyone? Why?&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! FUCKING WHY?&lt;br /&gt;There are like a million why's in my head. Why? WHY?! I'm tearing as I type out this post.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why. I fucking don't. Will doing whatever you guys are doing make me a better person in any way? Will I become smarter as a result?&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;#Noonecares, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4861519568807141602?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4861519568807141602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4861519568807141602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4861519568807141602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4861519568807141602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/noonecares.html' title='#noonecares'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2377552245415729673</id><published>2011-04-02T01:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:30:27.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Eat World Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Zf1dzKnP80/TZYV6hVjP7I/AAAAAAAAF4A/ysxA2CQf5As/s400/IMG_3725.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIZZ IN YOUR PANTS BITCHEZZ&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY HI. Finally a blogworthy day. I saw JIMMY EAT WORLD(1st April).&lt;div&gt;So so awesome, Vera and I reached Hard Rock Hotel really late, like 5.30pm+, and we were mentally prepared already to be at the back of the standing pen, but GUESS WHAT?! &lt;b&gt;WE WERE RIGHT AT THE FRONT&lt;/b&gt;, in the same bloody position I stood at Paramore's gig(which I started queuing since 10am), right under Rick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to have this affinity with bassists, I'm always standing under bassists. GRRRRR. I was so close to the stage I couldn't believe myselffffff. So so awesome to be quite at the front of the queue. It was so warm :(&lt;br /&gt;We lost our way around Hard Rock Hotel but eventually found our way anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards we waited for about 1-1 and a half hour for the set to start, &lt;b&gt;I hate waiting&lt;/b&gt; :(( The most horrible wait was Paramore's....from 10am all the way till 8pm. Fwoah, I can't believe myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Vera and I were in the pen waiting for the set to start, Gerard was still...eating Chicken at KFC. Like WTF, srsly!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah then Vera and I were talking and talking and we made friends with this guy called Mitchell! And there was this stupid annoying boy who keeps trying to squeeze past me to get to the front, fucking annoying because he was bloody sweaty and kept wiping his stupid arm on mine, so I went like "Hey can you stop touching me?" and he was like "ooops sorry" and continues squeezing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there was his creepy friend who did weird funny hand movements towards the concert. Fucking funny only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the set started and they played a lot of my fave hits like A Praise Chorus, Let It  Happen, The Middle, Sweetness, 23, Coffee and Cigarettes, Dizzy, Hear You Me, Action Needs and audience, Evidence, My Best Theory, Heart is Hard to find, and Futures. Not in correct sequence, and not all of the songs are listed here. Yeah from all the awesome albums, fucking rad. The solos and vocals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm sad was that they didn't play Always Be(which everyone thought was a DUH song), Kill, Polaris, Electable Give it Up, Carry you, Feeling Lucky. I was seriously looking forward to all these!!! :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screamed till I could scream no more, I took pictures till my arms were sore, I jumped till I panted. Just like any other gigs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the gig, we stayed for awhile, didn't catch any guitar picks/drumsticks/setlists :'( Oh well, but we got pictures! We didn't even let the LAMC guys off \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitchell was a lucky bastard who got a picture with TOM and JIM. Fucking jealous, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-17lQ98K1DIA/TZYWiF9Y3gI/AAAAAAAAF4I/rlxHZmtcHoE/s400/IMG_3749.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BzDaHKCu4z0/TZYXKez8kVI/AAAAAAAAF4Q/7I9WMHVZQ7g/s400/IMG_3745.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LkFza5W_Xxc/TZYXiOOSWCI/AAAAAAAAF4Y/8NGmSTIV5lU/s400/IMG_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-4QnUFiS3I/TZYYHg-GpZI/AAAAAAAAF4w/r9SgcHQd47A/s400/IMG_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSqrS0axoNY/TZYYHdXObLI/AAAAAAAAF4o/LMqJt84KKMw/s400/IMG_3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u91Tccp3gUI/TZYYHCHpZuI/AAAAAAAAF4g/BmsIWIokt2U/s400/IMG_3778.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AiEJBGcZ3fk/TZYYWGoIZjI/AAAAAAAAF44/cUOV6KyrTpc/s400/IMG_3798.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JalDBQAzFsQ/TZYZAx-b08I/AAAAAAAAF5A/FEaXNmt6OvM/s400/IMG_3864.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cvzh9nh4QN0/TZYZSneQZ_I/AAAAAAAAF5I/J-bEVLYghlY/s400/IMG_3866.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Epi221woxCE/TZYZj-Z7eWI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/-UnCLyiMEAQ/s400/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAMC!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, the rest of the pix will be on facebook :D!!! More rad photos whooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2377552245415729673?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2377552245415729673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2377552245415729673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2377552245415729673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2377552245415729673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/04/jimmy-eat-world-live.html' title='Jimmy Eat World Live'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Zf1dzKnP80/TZYV6hVjP7I/AAAAAAAAF4A/ysxA2CQf5As/s72-c/IMG_3725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6797608248389980581</id><published>2011-03-31T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:20:32.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello I have bangs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2EYLtDD-qY/TZQOg5NIbdI/AAAAAAAAF3w/3S7HEg36JL4/s400/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-30%2Bat%2B21.55%2B%25232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my fringe was too annoyingly long and disobedient.&lt;br /&gt;Haters are gonna hate, so say whatever you want, 'cause I'm just gonna laugh it off&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I'm feeling too inspired. ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6797608248389980581?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6797608248389980581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6797608248389980581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6797608248389980581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6797608248389980581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-i-have-bangs.html' title='Hello I have bangs'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2EYLtDD-qY/TZQOg5NIbdI/AAAAAAAAF3w/3S7HEg36JL4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-30%2Bat%2B21.55%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1441243650436568033</id><published>2011-03-24T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:40:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep my lips sealed</title><content type='html'>That is a part of the process of moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I feel like i've regretted what I've done, I'll convince myself with the reasons why I've done so in the first place. I've been through it once, and I'm never ever gonna make the same mistake again. Everything becomes predictable, it's like I've seen them coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1441243650436568033?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1441243650436568033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1441243650436568033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1441243650436568033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1441243650436568033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-keep-my-lips-sealed.html' title='I&apos;ll keep my lips sealed'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4191595994606631543</id><published>2011-03-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T00:11:13.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YbUGbBNZ3nk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4191595994606631543?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4191595994606631543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4191595994606631543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4191595994606631543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4191595994606631543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/have-faith-in-me.html' title='Have faith in me'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YbUGbBNZ3nk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1966687794965911978</id><published>2011-03-23T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:26:08.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating on my room</title><content type='html'>HI. My bed has been ordered, I went out to search for a nice wardrobe. My desk has yet to be ordered. So excited yet dreading it at the same time, because all the packing and walking are making me really exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I still have to look for curtain rods, curtains, bedsheets and wall deco. My Godfather was extremely displeased with my wall colour, because he wanted me to have some creamy creamy colour, but I love blue too much to care :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all I want is for school to start ASAP, so that i can start everything over again, make friends all over again. I want to put down everything in the past. It's time to anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look back for the fear of stopping on my tracks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1966687794965911978?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1966687794965911978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1966687794965911978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1966687794965911978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1966687794965911978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/updating-on-my-room.html' title='Updating on my room'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3316619583671968341</id><published>2011-03-22T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:32:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action speaks louder than words</title><content type='html'>Why say something when you obviously meant another?] &lt;br /&gt;Why do conversations &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; run dry?&lt;br /&gt;Aren't things supposed to get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm really just another face in the crowd. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3316619583671968341?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3316619583671968341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3316619583671968341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3316619583671968341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3316619583671968341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/action-speaks-louder-than-words.html' title='Action speaks louder than words'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2718457903791037649</id><published>2011-03-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:13:36.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>HELLO. Maybe it's time I start blogging more actively already. This is a stagnant site with flies and mushrooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home for the next few days, sadly. I want to go out as much as I need to stay home. Big changes are taking place! My parents and I are swapping rooms! In fact we've already swapped rooms, and right now I'm blogging on my bed-less mattress with my mac pro on my lap.&lt;br /&gt;K, for the clueless people, &lt;br /&gt;my parents and I(and my bro) are swapping room because my parents want to give us our own rooms. Yeap I know what I've just said made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten you people further, &lt;br /&gt;we're moving into our parents' room, and then someone will come and build a wall with a sliding door in the middle of my parents' room, so TADA, we have our own rooms! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know we have three bedrooms at home, but one of them has been my mum's home salon for around ten years already, and that is my mum's career, so we can't possibly get her to give it all up just to give my brother and I our own rooms. &lt;br /&gt;However I do admit that I secretly wished my mum gave up her career for us. Hi I'm so evil. That's because the rooms are really spacious, it'll be awesome if my brother and I just have one of them each, instead of getting people to build a wall in one room, making the room really small.&lt;br /&gt;I might not even get a wardrobe :'(!! I might die. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday some guys came and tore down my staircase bed, my lovely bed :'(! I guess it's really time for it to go, we're all growing up, so the old stuffs have to go to allow the changes to take place.&lt;br /&gt;oh and we painted the rooms BLUE! Hehe, I can't describe how much I'm loving the walls now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, I'm sitting in this empty room, with just a mattress and a fan and nothing else, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to shop for funiture soon, desk, bed and if possible, a new wardrobe. I want my wardrobe so badly, because without one, I feel disorientated, unorganised, messed up, ugh! K bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2718457903791037649?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2718457903791037649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2718457903791037649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2718457903791037649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2718457903791037649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3639640272450405811</id><published>2011-03-16T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:29:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow white and the seven dwarfs</title><content type='html'>Hello. Some boring updates for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Cheryl and Keith yesterday, to Haji. Haji is mad love lol ;) I swear never to go girly shopping with Keith ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went out with 7 Dwarfs! They are JiaNing, Shuwei, Vera, Louisa, Alicia and Rose! It was hell of a camwhoring and laughing session, 8 people, 4 cameras, 1 Mac pro photobooth, and at least 1000 photos. I have no idea how, but we just did it. :o We must be too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;While we were camwhoring, &lt;i&gt;some caucasian tourists stopped and posed with us&lt;/i&gt;! They were damn cute I swear :D&lt;br /&gt;Kay enough words, here are some random pictures for you readers(if there's even any still). They are from lovely JiaNing's handsome camera, because hers obviously has the best quality ;)&lt;br /&gt;The rest would be on facebook. I love these dwarfs ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqyupwhii5E/TYDedVbCcsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/ZLLNUmlzTCg/s400/190980_1797841500050_1060123651_2078770_2054293_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RPwUGGDcAfA/TYDec03XyfI/AAAAAAAAFuA/-ZHtOuKp6DY/s400/190955_1797823859609_1060123651_2078725_5773765_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZ506GuJQ64/TYDecsx_q-I/AAAAAAAAFt4/2BNvZHbDdUU/s400/173087_1797836739931_1060123651_2078757_6888884_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9zqM3iBXRc/TYDecdDoUtI/AAAAAAAAFtw/RT0Q5V7EOV0/s400/172932_1797829299745_1060123651_2078741_7817177_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaeoXXpAylY/TYDgRZh8o4I/AAAAAAAAFu4/YVJEDWxhYgg/s400/192277_1797832699830_1060123651_2078747_2528219_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLQUixw54TM/TYDgRF6L4OI/AAAAAAAAFuw/rGtI9bPMneM/s400/191679_1797835699905_1060123651_2078755_3882270_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4GD5UH0wxQ/TYDedlBop4I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/ovF9-q9K6YM/s400/191087_1797783418598_1060123651_2078583_1258302_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0DW-8aeIZU/TYDifvwqjeI/AAAAAAAAFvo/q3a5ag6IfQM/s400/194394_1797784178617_1060123651_2078587_8301830_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MhUHIiAnKg/TYDieox5XUI/AAAAAAAAFvY/c6b-UGAj9Ow/s400/193100_1797783978612_1060123651_2078586_5699643_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2o7NgsIKf5A/TYDiezYLMHI/AAAAAAAAFvg/ZcGVH_0Ckec/s400/193643_1797784698630_1060123651_2078589_7836211_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kslLYTE1_Vs/TYDieePvgUI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/qkE8WxN4juA/s400/192706_1797785098640_1060123651_2078591_3514304_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BdawDq6L5Es/TYDhtcjke-I/AAAAAAAAFvA/miWUUIqBMWY/s400/191547_1797784978637_1060123651_2078590_2505657_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyKoCwyI8uI/TYDgQIyjpyI/AAAAAAAAFuY/jVdpVXXhZTI/s400/191273_1797785338646_1060123651_2078592_7844176_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TPerKwtJpWM/TYDgQRnUiQI/AAAAAAAAFug/rd7jno-51c8/s400/191316_1797785698655_1060123651_2078593_2262910_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1RXuLGWt1E/TYDkdfkPE7I/AAAAAAAAFvw/zWyEQ6hLOB4/s400/194479_1797737017438_1060123651_2078424_5834575_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see, there were many epic burst out laughing pictures. I still crack up everytime I look at those photos. Yay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3639640272450405811?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3639640272450405811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3639640272450405811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3639640272450405811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3639640272450405811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/snow-white-and-seven-dwarfs.html' title='Snow white and the seven dwarfs'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hqyupwhii5E/TYDedVbCcsI/AAAAAAAAFuI/ZLLNUmlzTCg/s72-c/190980_1797841500050_1060123651_2078770_2054293_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1760572068584145582</id><published>2011-03-09T00:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T00:38:28.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FJIOFHNV</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IweCmNRzFuI/TXZZ3l4GNaI/AAAAAAAAFtg/rgEnUfy45II/s400/IMG_3478.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of talking to people who couldn't care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like three months into 2011 already, and when I counted the things I've been telling myself I'd do &lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt; the O's, people I'd meet after the O's, I realised that I've got less than half of them fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm left with approximately one and half month, I'm gonna have to plan my time wisely, go out with the people I miss really very terribly, and also the people who always make me feel guilty for not going out with them. &lt;br /&gt;If I don't wish to go out with you, I'm sorry, I won't say it in your face, but I'll just keep finding excuses to postpone our 'date'. :)&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch of people I can't wait to  hang out with, and also another bunch whom I do not wish to meet at all, give me a break will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now till the start of school, I'll devote all my time to my friends and only my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hate liars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1760572068584145582?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1760572068584145582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1760572068584145582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1760572068584145582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1760572068584145582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/03/fjiofhnv.html' title='FJIOFHNV'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IweCmNRzFuI/TXZZ3l4GNaI/AAAAAAAAFtg/rgEnUfy45II/s72-c/IMG_3478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5012592307221673023</id><published>2011-02-26T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:55:48.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace the change</title><content type='html'>omg Hi. I really think I can't blog anymore. I've run out of juices and all I can type are these boring shit that no one wants to read. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those who have been bugging me to blog. Hi I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I just feel like going overseas to relax for awhile with my buddddds. We were talking about it today, me, Shu, Ali and Keith. Maybe a short trip to Bintan or Thailand or something. I don't know!! Grr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ER what else? I can't wait for poly to start, I can't wait (and can wait) to get my new room, I can't wait to get my Mac Pro, and I can't wait for a bunch of many other stuffs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna, very soon, say goodbye to HotTomato. Three months plus of slogging and *fill in the blank*, so glad I'm finally gonna be free from it. I'm not saying I don't enjoy my work. There are the perks and the boohoos, but it has been the greatest first job experience. I learnt a lot on the go and made friends and did things I never thought I'd do, kudos to Hot Tomato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to somehow stop spending money. Life is good. Ba da ba ba~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5012592307221673023?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5012592307221673023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5012592307221673023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5012592307221673023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5012592307221673023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/02/embrace-change.html' title='Embrace the change'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7528839440120890533</id><published>2011-01-26T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T01:28:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting results</title><content type='html'>Well, posting results were released today and I was rather disappointed when I found out that I didn't get posted to my first choice, NP's Business Studies. Instead, I got posted to NP's Advertising&amp;Public Relations. &lt;br /&gt;There, I got my wish, I became an FMS student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day right after I submitted my choices, I cursed myself for not putting any FMS courses in front, because I wanted to be an FMS student. Look what has happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Steph Micayle said this to me: "Hey! That's my school! Mean's you're my junior!! Don't go BS!! A&amp;PR's MUCH MORE FUN! haha! and sign up for the Freshman camp! :D" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All it took, was a tweet to convince me to stay in my course. Thank you Steph ;)&lt;br /&gt;Before she tweeted tht to me, I was still feeling rather frustrated about whether to appeal or not. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7528839440120890533?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7528839440120890533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7528839440120890533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7528839440120890533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7528839440120890533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/posting-results.html' title='Posting results'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3706490766542243685</id><published>2011-01-23T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:51:52.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about money</title><content type='html'>Oh holy cow, i've been spending money like it's free. I NEED TO STOP DOING THAT, NOW :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go out with my very dear people but I have no time! I need to shop and do covers and learn songs and sleep, and stop eating :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back to NCHS to collect my $200 yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I need more clothes, hahaha, there goes my money. I spent over a hundred bucks in less than 3days. Yay. YAY -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3706490766542243685?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3706490766542243685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3706490766542243685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3706490766542243685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3706490766542243685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/talking-about-money.html' title='Talking about money'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4068661392914995230</id><published>2011-01-14T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:26:39.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter begins</title><content type='html'>JAE form submitted, burden lifted off at last :)&lt;br /&gt;This time round, I didn't succumb to any peer pressure. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I made the right choice, Ngee Ann poly here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4068661392914995230?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4068661392914995230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4068661392914995230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4068661392914995230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4068661392914995230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-chapter-begins.html' title='A new chapter begins'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6305280559095847840</id><published>2011-01-09T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:25:35.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changes changes changes. I can't adapt to them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when things remain on the spot either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How now brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work takes up 90% of my time now, it's a good thing. A very very good thing. I can keep myself busy, very bloody busy, and then when it's time to go home, I listen to some songs and then go to bed. Sounds good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother me with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck youtube now, it loads too slowly. My dear youtube, you were faster than this :(..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6305280559095847840?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6305280559095847840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6305280559095847840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6305280559095847840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6305280559095847840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/changes-changes-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1505503688561659590</id><published>2011-01-08T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:04:14.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on with life</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1505503688561659590?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1505503688561659590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1505503688561659590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1505503688561659590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1505503688561659590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/moving-on-with-life.html' title='Moving on with life'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3311753247622149531</id><published>2011-01-01T02:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T02:26:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TR4eO6KJDuI/AAAAAAAAFtU/x7JUJUvt2Qc/s400/IMG_3037.JPG" border="0" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New YYYYear lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgness. It's 2011. Which means this blog would have been around for nearly three years. But the truth is I've been blogging under this URL for about 4years already, and no I'll never wnna change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so um today was a pretty damn random day, I had no plans to countdown or anything and I just went to work as usual. I had quite a number of visitors hehe. Me likey :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly I had plans for countdown! &lt;br /&gt;So after my beast feast at Hot Tomato, I went to Kovan and met ATD, he fetched me to GrapeVine where I met Jorinda, Wanyee, Michelle, Siyi, Gerald, Kaibin and then Verna, Chinbee, Ruiqi, YeeHang, Alvin came along.&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that Kaibin is a crazy kid. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and it's 2011! &lt;br /&gt;The party poppers and sprays went mad. The sprays were quite fail. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok bedtime :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;No resolutions. &lt;br /&gt;I just wnna be a better person :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3311753247622149531?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3311753247622149531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3311753247622149531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3311753247622149531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3311753247622149531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TR4eO6KJDuI/AAAAAAAAFtU/x7JUJUvt2Qc/s72-c/IMG_3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3500466571188397308</id><published>2010-12-27T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T01:55:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wassup</title><content type='html'>Unless you're an idiot, you can definitely sense that something's not right.&lt;br /&gt;But what's not right? What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember doing anything, so what's up with all this silent treatment and those shit attitude? It's not as if running away from the problem's gonna help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3500466571188397308?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3500466571188397308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3500466571188397308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3500466571188397308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3500466571188397308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/12/wassup.html' title='Wassup'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4872482689287147762</id><published>2010-12-26T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:10:52.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's like a big damn mess now. People you think you know turn out to be fakes, and people you thought you could trust turned out to be backstabbers.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a confused shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4872482689287147762?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4872482689287147762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4872482689287147762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4872482689287147762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4872482689287147762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/12/lifes-like-big-damn-mess-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5745301011304095470</id><published>2010-12-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:46:01.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Yay I'm back. Um, like Yay?&lt;br /&gt;I've been real busy with work. Yeap, WORK. I'm working at Hot Tomato at 313 now. I swear I love working there, to kill time and to take my mind off things. &lt;br /&gt;Things are changing now now now now. Today boss marched up to me and said "I want your friends! I want them!" so I texted like several people to come down for interview. In the end, only JinX turned up, he got interviewed and hired on the very bloody spot, we're colleagues from tomorrow on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, Boss and the Supervisors Honey, Mary, Auntie Zon and Sheena sat down to come up with a new schedule for us all. Halfway through, boss just said "Priscillia, from Sunday onwards, you will go to Serangoon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't even good new for me. It's permanent FYI. And it's because Boss thinks I'm experienced enough. &lt;br /&gt;I dunno, just 'cause I single handedly manned the shop when everyone was having their meeting/breaks today? er?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love working at 313, the awesome crews, the Chewy Junior people, the Flying Bread people whom I've got to know after working for just five days. Oh not forgetting the awesome staff meals there, and those times where Marilyn and I would take the shop's ice cream and eat them. &lt;br /&gt;The 313 staff took great care of me, all the talk-nonsense times. I am like so sad right now because I'm getting transferrrrrrrrred. Ugh. It's not exactly a bad thing because daddy Kang^^v is there with me at Serangoon but thats only on weekends. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part? Serangoon's branch is busy everyday, NO BREAKS, no awesome staff meals. I can die. Yay, honestly. I don't want to go there. &lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, the best part about today? Rose and Cheryl paid my shop a visit, and that stalker Cheryl snapped like a million photos of me serving them. Hahaha?&lt;br /&gt;And then Zhenling paid me a surprise visit with her friend and Auntie Zon gave them free ice cream :D!&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5745301011304095470?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5745301011304095470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5745301011304095470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5745301011304095470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5745301011304095470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/12/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1821525172167534732</id><published>2010-11-18T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:28:09.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Me</title><content type='html'>Hello. The Olevels has ended. My last paper was horrible IMO. That sucks. Im not gonna stop debating with Miss Chum though, because this is me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so anywayssssssss, AJA and I went to David Archie's autograph session. IT WAS SOOOOO AWEZOME. I cabbed there for poor AJA's sake because she was alone(but not really alone). But we met really nice people there and there were even people from NP making friends with us when they heard about us talking about the RedCamp. &lt;br /&gt;We also took a picture with Duane Ho! David Archie gave me a High Five:D!! I almost melted and died. Aja and I had dinnered together with her friend er..Jeremy(?) at Pastamania, walked around to look for our prom shoes and parted after awhileee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;I met Keith, AJA and Cheryl for a failed Prom shopping trip. Keith bought the most stuffs and ended up becoming G2k's member. Everything became much more hilarious when Brandon and Dion joined us. The trip was so failed I have nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today!&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Sarah Ang Yun Huiiiiiiii for serious prom shopping. I swear it's like doing a project with a deadline and shopping never felt so pressurizing. &lt;br /&gt;But Ohwellz, we got everything we need. Bells and Hwee joined us toooo, although they didn't find what they had in mind, which is damn damn sad. Yeap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm not free yet. Will be practising with Shuwei tomorrow, and it'll be prom on Friday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1821525172167534732?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1821525172167534732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1821525172167534732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1821525172167534732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1821525172167534732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/11/busy-me.html' title='Busy Me'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7852131744520934850</id><published>2010-11-13T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T17:52:21.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Made a trip to Yamaha todayyyyyy and spent a bomb. But I'm extremely satisfied with my new guitar strings and the service and stuffs, therefore I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BEHOLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDzRnsfsk5k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TDzRnsfsk5k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck la! Lmao.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7852131744520934850?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7852131744520934850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7852131744520934850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7852131744520934850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7852131744520934850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1592036179373597693</id><published>2010-11-06T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:58:00.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/img017.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah JinX, thanks -_-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1592036179373597693?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1592036179373597693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1592036179373597693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1592036179373597693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1592036179373597693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-dedication.html' title='Secret Dedication'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6228829396602897478</id><published>2010-11-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:31:08.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNLC4bMRWLI/AAAAAAAAFtI/VRKySLgiiPI/s400/IMG_2735.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While studying at CP's library today, random people came to pay me random visits.&lt;br /&gt;Made the cake with Dydy, Felly and Ali's help. I failed so bad. Oh, I had the laugh of my life thr too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6228829396602897478?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6228829396602897478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6228829396602897478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6228829396602897478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6228829396602897478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNLC4bMRWLI/AAAAAAAAFtI/VRKySLgiiPI/s72-c/IMG_2735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6010086991218264541</id><published>2010-11-03T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T20:31:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicity</title><content type='html'>Today is epicity. I've dropped Combined Humanities. I'm like what the fuckkkk? Yeah everyone was like What The fuck too :( oh and the reason is because I overslept for today's paper, and Miss Hani called me while I was still sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if I wnna drop, so I said yeah, I didn't have much of a choice, did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ANYWAY, &lt;br /&gt;after Bio paper today, I received a text from Darren from Monochrome(he became Power98's dj recently), telling me that he'll be calling me from the studio tonight, and I was like WTF, I panicked on the spot because I didn't know what I was supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;He told me all I had to do was say *some stuffs* and &lt;i&gt;my cheer for Team Singapore&lt;/I&gt;. I was like FML, I can't do it. Then at 7+ he texted me again, telling me he was gnna buzz me soon, so I came up with some crap cheer on the spot, and BOOMZ, I received a call from 66911980 and there I was, talking to Darren and his dj partner.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was nervous to the maximum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and before I received the call I was er..practicing my cheer, because I had to sound hyped up. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's over already, I thought everything was cool.&lt;br /&gt;Kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Random pictures from studying at Shuweiiiiiiiiiiii's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNFSmuxRyDI/AAAAAAAAFtA/PmKWI51OAj0/s400/01112010559.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this crazy woman trying to do Yoga when we were mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNFSmZPKdJI/AAAAAAAAFs4/hsakMhd88R0/s400/01112010561.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something Shu spotted while I was eating MY apple -_- Happy halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNFSmO8fPrI/AAAAAAAAFsw/TDwBd0bKec8/s400/01112010557.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNFSl2Ks-tI/AAAAAAAAFso/opvhcbscs_U/s400/01112010552.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6010086991218264541?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6010086991218264541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6010086991218264541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6010086991218264541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6010086991218264541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/11/epicity.html' title='Epicity'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TNFSmuxRyDI/AAAAAAAAFtA/PmKWI51OAj0/s72-c/01112010559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-425248465976714683</id><published>2010-10-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:36:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2733.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2734.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehaw.&lt;br /&gt;My TOMS arrived today. They're my next fave pair of shoes. &lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of that, my dad sent my Mosaic for repair already!:)&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm a happy girlie. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-425248465976714683?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/425248465976714683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=425248465976714683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/425248465976714683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/425248465976714683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-love.html' title='New love'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-9122287526985784223</id><published>2010-10-27T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:32:39.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweeeeeeeetest Sixteen</title><content type='html'>Hello:)! Today's rather blogworthy, so HI!&lt;br /&gt;So umm I think this is the first time I'm blogging about a real birthday post after two years of blogging. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the bestest birthday in my sixteen years of existence I have to say. Lol. Really really :D&lt;br /&gt;It all started with Sandyyyyyy asking me to go study with "Shuwei and Co." yesterday. I strongly believe it started from there. Yeah, so I agreed. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather, Joey and I decided to head over to school, TOGETHER. HAH, and I found out she's also one of people tricking me. BUT, I didn't suspect a thing at all when we were heading over to school together. &lt;br /&gt;Joey left me in the library with AJA and Cheryl and after awhile, I had to(as usual) go over to the fence to help Keith carry his bag and etc while watching him climb the fence to get into school. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah, the usual, eat chit chat study. So..at around 1pm, everyone was like "oh it's 1pm!". It was like no big deal to me, but everyone was like hurrying me(sort of)to go to the canteen to eat, so I reluctantly got up and went with them. They even asked Nick along. LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the canteen, Shuwei, Vera, JiaNing, Alicia,Louisa(I think..) started crowding around me and wishing me happy birthday and all. I was like thanking them when AJA suddenly wanted to pee, so I got dragged to the toilet to answer the call of nature. &lt;br /&gt;We strolled back to the canteen and when I arrived, 4F sang me a birthday songgg! &lt;br /&gt;I was also presented with a cake, with several candles. Lol, that was a something I didn't really expect. Like I swear, I've never had a surprise like this from anyone before. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was stunned too, because it's been quite some years since I've actually celebrated my birthday, I didn't exactly know what to do. Er, listen to the song, cut cake, blow and make a wish or something like that? I really had no idea, and I didn't exactly know how to react too. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I didn't even know how to properly cut the cake. Ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my beloved 4F :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Shuwei for dedicating our song to Shan&amp;Rozz on 98.7Fm, yeah and the 4F dedication&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Spencer Seow and Spencer Ker for the card and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you dearest people like Sarah and Bells and Hwee and Sihui and Alvin Kang and Irwin and Sandy and Ali and Agnes and Joey and Nick Lim and Felicia etc. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if your name didn't appear here.:P&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wishest on Fb Twitter and through sms. Umm yeah.&lt;br /&gt;And the best offffffffff allllllllllll wasssssssssssss the phone calllllllllll at 12 ammmmmmmmmmmmmm with that birthday song. You know who you are! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the values of the gifts, really:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm a blessed girl. BYEBYE:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-9122287526985784223?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9122287526985784223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=9122287526985784223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9122287526985784223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9122287526985784223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweeeeeeeetest-sixteen.html' title='Sweeeeeeeetest Sixteen'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5558432669773034709</id><published>2010-10-22T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T23:54:59.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>School life has just become a million times more entertaining than before, to those who have always been there, thank you. And to those I've been pissing off lately, I'm sorrry:D&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Sandy keeps calling me a faker now, I'm gnna kill her. Muaha. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5558432669773034709?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5558432669773034709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5558432669773034709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5558432669773034709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5558432669773034709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7993836500981263558</id><published>2010-10-18T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:27:08.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TLxVtIBp7TI/AAAAAAAAFsg/oZt4yh3fSpQ/s400/Creative-Zen-Mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My baby is dead since umm 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so different without you. &lt;br /&gt;I can't focus. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot trying to revive you everyday...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez anyway, a Lesbian added me on MSN claiming that I passed her my email two months ago at Orchard. She likes me now. Should I laugh or should I cry? zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7993836500981263558?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7993836500981263558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7993836500981263558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7993836500981263558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7993836500981263558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TLxVtIBp7TI/AAAAAAAAFsg/oZt4yh3fSpQ/s72-c/Creative-Zen-Mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1003802094461273922</id><published>2010-10-15T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:19:26.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4F!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkKjXqLgCPw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vkKjXqLgCPw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lovely dydy wong made this :')!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was on youtube. LOLLOLOL :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1003802094461273922?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1003802094461273922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1003802094461273922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1003802094461273922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1003802094461273922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/4f.html' title='4F!'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-8319774788825389810</id><published>2010-10-10T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T14:02:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:):)</title><content type='html'>I'm falling sick. Yayee yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-8319774788825389810?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8319774788825389810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=8319774788825389810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8319774788825389810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8319774788825389810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=':):)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7039466769297542656</id><published>2010-10-02T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T22:31:21.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/spiral.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/jumpshot1.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/grouppic3.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/grouppic2.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/grouppic1.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/class3.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/class2.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/class.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/random.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/random2.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/hall.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/IMG_2921.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7039466769297542656?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7039466769297542656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7039466769297542656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7039466769297542656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7039466769297542656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20day%2001102010/th_spiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7947823057308070586</id><published>2010-09-30T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:44:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought everything's crumbling :')</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/img030-1.jpg"width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scanned this in because JiaNing hasn't tagged us on Fb yet. Bad girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2712.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Mrs Sim. She made for all forty-two of us. &lt;br /&gt;Some of the girls like AJA, Vera, Sarah, Sandy, Shuwei, Felly and I teared when we saw this.&lt;br /&gt;Gtta blame our hormones for that, I didn't want to cry ok:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2711.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and this random snapshot of Marlene's text to me. &lt;br /&gt;Sweet:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay back for a short update. &lt;br /&gt;I'm officially graduating from NCHS tomorrow! But it isn't really making any difference because we still have to study and go back to school. &lt;br /&gt;I made a joke outta myself today man. &lt;i&gt;BIG JOKE&lt;/i&gt; like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Prize presentation rehearsals today and yeah I was sandwiched in between Sihui, Mich, Yanhan and Sixian. I had a hell of a good time down there talking shit and gossiping with them. &lt;br /&gt;That's not the highlight you see.&lt;br /&gt;The highlight was the "PRANK" that Pamela played on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mock prize giving, we all stood up to sing Auld Lang Syne {?}, and then people behind me started giggling. &lt;br /&gt;And they giggled louder, so I turned around and saw Pearlyn pulling Pam's chair and Pam struggling to get her chair back from Pearl. &lt;br /&gt;QiaoPo and Runan were telling me "Eh! You now then know? Your reaction very slow leh!"&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at Pam, turned back to face the stage, sat down, and landed on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE PAMELA PULLED MY CHAIR AWAY and I don't know why I couldn't hear people telling me my chair got pulled away as well. &lt;br /&gt;Three rows of people laughed at me, including myself. I have no idea why I couldn't register what everyone was telling me. &lt;br /&gt;That was so retarded, and that stupid siaker Vera was laughing her ass off and re-enacting whatever that happened, making me laugh even harder:(&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought I knew that my chair was gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera said "I saw you sitting down slowly, you were moving damn slowly. Then you paused in midair, and fell"&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. I want revenge. HAHAHAH. BYE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS PARTY TOMORROW:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7947823057308070586?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7947823057308070586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7947823057308070586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7947823057308070586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7947823057308070586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-when-you-thought-everythings.html' title='Just when you thought everything&apos;s crumbling :&apos;)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7899806164819595090</id><published>2010-09-28T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:34:15.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pact</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/28092010429.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are so ugly thanks to the stupid "Goodluck pen".&lt;br /&gt;So faulty. &lt;br /&gt;Now my camera's card reader is spoil, and this is all that I can post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7899806164819595090?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7899806164819595090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7899806164819595090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7899806164819595090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7899806164819595090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/pact.html' title='A pact'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1127736500881441868</id><published>2010-09-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:14:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJtti4T3mhI/AAAAAAAAFsY/jdkD2rl9wSE/s400/23092010413.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJttik4o8hI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/VnOdnrbN3eY/s400/23092010411.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all these cute people(Gwen Clean Chia Jianing, Vera Siaker and Sheryl Tay Shushuweiiiiiiiiii♥&lt;br /&gt;See how these silly people can easily make our day.&lt;br /&gt;All we did was to ask them to go grab some cookies for us from Subway and they added this lil spice to our request.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people, love you all :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1127736500881441868?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1127736500881441868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1127736500881441868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1127736500881441868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1127736500881441868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJtti4T3mhI/AAAAAAAAFsY/jdkD2rl9wSE/s72-c/23092010413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4200930874330852134</id><published>2010-09-17T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T23:49:11.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whrs hope when misery comes crawling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJOL5oS5x7I/AAAAAAAAFsA/uVutYkcU-x4/s400/IMG_2731.JPG" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJOL5PGY-GI/AAAAAAAAFr4/nZP1dqkFqVE/s400/IMG_2727.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJOMq9UA-0I/AAAAAAAAFsI/phBGfHDat98/s400/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute decisions to meet Brenda today, for some serious talks &amp; camwhoring. We're girls afterall. Lol. Met Nick after she left, for another round of chatting. &lt;br /&gt;My mood's swinging like Tarzan, plunging straight to hell. Sighz. Kill me ok? &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4200930874330852134?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4200930874330852134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4200930874330852134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4200930874330852134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4200930874330852134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/whrs-hope-when-misery-comes-crawling.html' title='Whrs hope when misery comes crawling?'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TJOL5oS5x7I/AAAAAAAAFsA/uVutYkcU-x4/s72-c/IMG_2731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7165539428965791784</id><published>2010-09-16T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:55:36.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead beat</title><content type='html'>Boomz. Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently lying down on my bed and typing with my phone. It's been a week since I've uodated. So.. here I am!! Lol. Okay Prelim 3 has officially ended, and sad to say, I've screwed my papers quite badly. *shakes head*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been staying up for three out of the four days this week and if I were to stay on any longer, I might die. Lol. My body's been overheated, like an exhausted engine.&lt;br /&gt;Biology MCQ paper was quite screwed for me, i rly rly wna get above 30 :'(! Something's definitely wrong with my eyes, I made quite a handful of mistakes, and it's annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's SARAH ANG YUNHUI's birthdayyyyy! So happy birthday bitttttch ;D be glad you turned sixteen on the last day of your exams and not during olevels, unlike me. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we made a random decision today to go over to Vivo, idk why I suggested tht but bwahaha, we finally bought our buddy buddy wallets alrdy. On top of tht, we didn't even spend over a hundred dollarssss! ;D&lt;br /&gt;That's because we've decided to not buy the Guy Laroche wallet we wanted anymore(although they were sooo damn gorgeous). We walked around and tried to spot pretty wallets and boyyyyyyy, I have to say this again: indecisiveness is our true weakness.&lt;br /&gt;We had a hard time making up our minds. We settled for a River Island's wallet anyway ;D! Bwahaha, and we tried on some clothes. I look weird in everything, blame it on my bloody height kkkkkkkay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K so it's almost 9pm already, and I'm gnna sleep through the night, waking up for Chem remedial tomorrow. Ugh. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Good night and goodbye:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7165539428965791784?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7165539428965791784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7165539428965791784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7165539428965791784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7165539428965791784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/dead-beat.html' title='Dead beat'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2851224942601265938</id><published>2010-09-08T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:21:21.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Meeting%20Matty%2008092010/IMG_2692.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, I finally caught up with Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so we finally had some real time to sit down and talk, about random stuffs, serious stuffs, about the past, gossip and I'm really glad tht things are still the same, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I just feel useless that I can't give him a single decent advice for the problems he's facing, and can only sit down beside to ask if he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been really strong for the past few months my friend. So if one day you decide that things have become too tough for you to handle, then do whatever that you think is right, I'm there, for the better or for the worst. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel so treasured and making the "&lt;i&gt;bestfriends are not about being inseperable, but about being seperated but keeps everything unchanged&lt;/I&gt;" thing true:)&lt;br /&gt;And finding ways to help me when I thought I was in some real dipshit:') &lt;br /&gt;And making a joke out of everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;And not laughing at me even when I slip and fall. &lt;br /&gt;And yeah whatever, everything maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I love Steph very much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for telling me I'm comfortable to hang out with, I like how our friendship's been escalating from one level to another, I like how we tell each other awkward stuffs when face to face but still don't feel any awkwardness. :)&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know if I wna learn how to skate. &lt;br /&gt;I hope nothing's rocking for you for the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;6years and counting:)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2851224942601265938?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2851224942601265938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2851224942601265938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2851224942601265938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2851224942601265938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/bestfriend.html' title='Bestfriend'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Meeting%20Matty%2008092010/th_IMG_2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7608180282919454469</id><published>2010-09-05T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:01:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidddddddddddddddeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeevvvvvveeeeeerrrrrrrrrryyyttttttttthhhhhhiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngg fffffffffrrrrrrooooooooommmmmmm mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos chaos chaos chaos. &lt;br /&gt;Madness madness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaattttttttttt kkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnddddddddddd ooooooooffffffffffffff rrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeetttttttttttttttttaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddeeeeeeeeeeddddddddd ttrrrrrreeeeeeeeaaaaaaaatttttttmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeennnnnnnttttttttt iiiiiiiiissssssss tttttttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeerrrrrrrryyyttttthhhhhhiiiiiinnnnngggg 'sss ccccchhhhhhhaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnggggggggggedddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrr nnnnnnnoooooooonnnnnnncccccchhhhhhhaaaaaaaaallllllllaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnncccccccccceeeeeeeeee kiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllzzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssss eeeevvvveeeeerrrrrryyytttthhhhiiiiinnnnnngggggggg bbbbbbbeeeeeeeeffffffffooooooorrrrrrrreeeee.&lt;br /&gt;insecurities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7608180282919454469?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7608180282919454469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7608180282919454469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7608180282919454469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7608180282919454469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4006837738814452758</id><published>2010-09-04T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T12:31:27.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Cheryl was so cute yesterday I swear I could hug her:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4006837738814452758?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4006837738814452758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4006837738814452758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4006837738814452758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4006837738814452758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3750020895855031441</id><published>2010-09-01T18:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:55:39.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Somewhere in between those laughs, long talks, stupid little fights and all out lame jokes, I fell in love' &lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3750020895855031441?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3750020895855031441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3750020895855031441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3750020895855031441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3750020895855031441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/09/somewhere-in-between-those-laughs-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5062951069521115884</id><published>2010-08-31T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T23:10:40.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping</title><content type='html'>I am hoping all for the better. Today is definitely a bad dayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;i've already had a bad hit right from the start of the day, and things just get worse. I am as usual, bursting.&lt;br /&gt;I hate special days like these. No, correction, i'm starting to detest. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I f-ing hate faking a 'hahaha' every now and then to entertain those people who are ignorant of whatever tht's running through my mind, and I feel like I am dying more by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, lucky, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( :( :( :( :( :( :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5062951069521115884?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5062951069521115884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5062951069521115884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5062951069521115884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5062951069521115884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoping.html' title='Hoping'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5790886565734755895</id><published>2010-08-30T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:43:26.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I'm in the midst of my third prelim now, and I'm pretty sure I've become immuned to examinations already. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centeR&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/THuyKdZ1AxI/AAAAAAAAFro/aAiwbJVPdzM/s400/U_SMILE_by_EXtrasoda.jpg" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's full of surprises, and I've had my share of them, good and bad. &lt;br /&gt;Some remains a mystery to me, and I really wish I can unravel them. I saw something I shouldn't see recently, I don't know what it means. I don't know if it's what I think it is. &lt;br /&gt;Coincidences? I doubt it. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes ignorance is rly a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;Assumption &lt;i&gt;Kills&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5790886565734755895?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5790886565734755895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5790886565734755895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5790886565734755895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5790886565734755895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/THuyKdZ1AxI/AAAAAAAAFro/aAiwbJVPdzM/s72-c/U_SMILE_by_EXtrasoda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-604439553621459973</id><published>2010-08-18T18:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:41:23.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening revival</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's been a million years since I've updated this space and I can see that it's getting rather dusty yeh :(&lt;br /&gt;No pictures or anything today!(Because I'm blogging with my phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing exciting's happening. 60+more days to the Olevels, about 15 more weeks to freedom. Sometimes I really feel tht there'll never ever be enough time for revision. We come home and start working on the piling assignments, vomit blood and before we know it, we're dead. Lol, and we come back to life the next morning ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys have no idea whats going on, then I'll fill you guys in, I've been demoted to become a 'Lower-Higher Chinese student.' Pathetic much. Tiancong and I are the only poor things from 4F who got demoted:'( but I guess we're kinda proud of our new found title. The only good thing about being a 'Lower-Higher Chinese Student' is the fact that we get to enjoy our Chinese lessons in the COE room, aka air conditioned;) Unlike in the past, where all we had was the stuffy CL room.&lt;br /&gt;I rly rly hope my HCL improves, the last time I passed my HCL paper was umm..last year?&lt;br /&gt;Whether I do my best or not, I still can't pass and this is pretty frustrating. A pass iz all I'm aiming for for this O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chon is soooo gross, she seems to love me, my shoes and my socks a lot!;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, oral practice with Ms Teo's pretty fine today I guess, though I fumbled. She wasn't as pissed as she was for our picture discussion practice. My group took a really long time to decide on where to sit around the table because none of us wants to sit beside Ms Teo.&lt;br /&gt;Afiqah thought she was gnna sit beside Ms Teo and I could have died just by watching her freak out. She's very very adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need cashhhhhh. I've promised Shuwei to stop wasting money, and I think I'm doing a pretty good job.&lt;br /&gt;Lastlyyyyyy! 4f did really well for the Olevel Chinese this time round, so proud of you guyssssss, especially Cheryl because she sat beside me to study for her chinese while everyone else studied in the meeting room.;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-604439553621459973?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/604439553621459973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=604439553621459973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/604439553621459973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/604439553621459973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-evening-revival.html' title='Good Evening revival'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7199784624349463106</id><published>2010-08-06T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:23:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstar Posters</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/RSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/RSP.jpg" width="500" Border=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoopwhoop! I won this contest by chance. Time to go on a Rockstarposters spree with the e-vouncher I've won! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body's heating up because I didn't sleep enough. Oh bloody hell, when can I ever sleep in peace?&lt;br /&gt;Whooooop I love Agnes Tay KarYee too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7199784624349463106?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7199784624349463106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7199784624349463106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7199784624349463106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7199784624349463106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/08/rockstar-posters.html' title='Rockstar Posters'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1330904669651184424</id><published>2010-08-01T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T19:00:41.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was eventful with Sarah, Ali, Vera at SAJC, meeting a handful of people, seniors and friends there. &lt;br /&gt;We had two friendly guides who approached us when we were looking lost and they brought us around the school, telling us about their facilities and all. Everything about SA is lovely, but we shouldn't forget that they're only showing us the fun side of the school. When the stress comes in, we'll start to see the school from a completely different angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent with Sarah and after she's gone to church with Hwee, I met Vin Lim and Spencer for awhile before meeting somebody else and heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is wasted. &lt;br /&gt;Very very broke :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1330904669651184424?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1330904669651184424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1330904669651184424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1330904669651184424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1330904669651184424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/08/yesterday-was-eventful-with-sarah-ali.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7157528131202419576</id><published>2010-07-29T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:27:48.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/howtonotkiss.png" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how ugly I looked going around pretending to be this guy in the blonde wig, sticking out my lips pretending to kiss until I looked at myself in the mirror and got the shock of my life.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song tht brought back lotsa memories today. I tried to shut my ears but I couldn't, you know, even when your fingers are pressed hard into your earholes, you can still hear the faint melodies.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think they kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing too much since the start of the Geog paper 2. Youtubing too, because there's this need for me to get sucked into this other dimension, if not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GefCXFHPa7Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GefCXFHPa7Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much:'(&lt;br /&gt;I can see justin york inside! Lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7157528131202419576?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7157528131202419576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7157528131202419576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7157528131202419576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7157528131202419576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-discovery.html' title='Another discovery'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4636853879237510587</id><published>2010-07-28T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:06:36.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>Whooooooohooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed for the night, I just freaking woke up from my long long nap and I'm feeling alive, like I can burn the house down. My 5pm &lt;i&gt;linner&lt;/i&gt; is still in my stomach, stomach bloated.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering how will I be able to get to sleep laterrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Prelim 2's officially ovahhhhhhh. Made too many mistakes, don't wna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many embarrassing things happened today, at Compass Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah screamed at Macdonald's attracting everyone's attention when her Milo fell on her tray.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah screamed when she saw the disgusting old man.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarah yelped when her Maple Syrup was falling out of her mouth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We almost, or rather, I, almost stepped on vomit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, there are actually really funnier stuffs. Please try and visualise the following scenarios:&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I, walking to Cold Storage, leaning really to the right, meaning at the Bengawan Solo side. I was standing on the right, Sarah on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah said "LOOK" and pointed to my right when we were in the middle of Four Leaves and BS, and I looked to my right, and I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave tht HUH? face. She told me to look again. I looked again, and saw an old man slip, but didn't fall.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that ran through my mind was that there must be something wrong with his shoes, that's why he slipped. But when I looked down I saw vomit, disgusting disgusting vomit, and finally figured out that Sarah asked me to look at the floor and not straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the old man stepped and slipped on the vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at Mr Bean's.&lt;br /&gt;I bought my soya milk and TangYuans and was waiting for Sarah to buy hers. While waiting, I stoned.&lt;br /&gt;My hand kind of gave way and everything fell onto the ground, my drink was on the ground with its ass facing the ceiling. We were all stunned.&lt;br /&gt;Sarah picked up my drink, and the cap came off (Y).&lt;br /&gt;We were stunned &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; because everything spilled out.&lt;br /&gt;The very inconsiderate us decided to just run away even though there were probably at least ten pairs of eyes that saw us and the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm. becoming. another. face. in the crowd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4636853879237510587?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4636853879237510587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4636853879237510587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4636853879237510587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4636853879237510587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4626736012446532902</id><published>2010-07-27T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:38:24.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be very honest, I'm feeling insecure about a lot of -stuffs-.&lt;br /&gt;I've been making too many assumptions and jumping to conclusions too quickly, and I can't help it, and I plunge into this state of 'depression' and start spamming people with sad faces until I become 'enlightened' and give my mind a break. I hate this stupid vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to expect less or I'll only fall harder. Taking the big steps forward and stepping into too many things too quickly, are making -stuffs- backfire. Okay backfiring, in my own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so damn confusing. I don't know. :/!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4626736012446532902?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4626736012446532902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4626736012446532902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4626736012446532902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4626736012446532902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-been-making-too-many-assumptions.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5815716353060152293</id><published>2010-07-26T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:37:08.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my more depressing days</title><content type='html'>You always knw when you're doing something for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;You remember the details.&lt;br /&gt;But only once in a while do you notice tht it's over and will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have been running through my mind lately(as usual), and the contents are definitely not suitable to be placed up here, like ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need someone to know what I'm thinking:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5815716353060152293?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5815716353060152293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5815716353060152293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5815716353060152293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5815716353060152293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-my-more-depressing-days.html' title='One of my more depressing days'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6796456442886635329</id><published>2010-07-20T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:30:40.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure procrastination</title><content type='html'>HI.&lt;br /&gt;I need to freaking stop laughing to myself. I hate being alone nowadays because I &lt;b&gt;can't stop giggling&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;, I need someone beside me(so people will think that I'm giggling at that someone), or something. Damnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't stop beating hard &amp; fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving money like %$^&amp; lately, I do derserve some praises right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKKKKKK, so today, Vera was going around asking people "Team Jacob or Team Edward"?! I'm obviously on Team Jacob, Taylor Lautner FTW, especially in &lt;i&gt;Sharkboy and LavaGirl&lt;/i&gt; omgee *jumps, faints* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't bloody hell wait for prelims to be over. &lt;b&gt;We&lt;/b&gt; need to go to KBOX! HAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;K BYEZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6796456442886635329?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6796456442886635329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6796456442886635329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6796456442886635329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6796456442886635329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/pure-procrastination.html' title='Pure procrastination'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2601422295831996754</id><published>2010-07-17T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:09:05.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a perfect daydream</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind already, to take a bus whenever I'm feeling down. I don't know if I still wanna like, wait or stay around anymore. I can try I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3978.) Remembering hurts, but I can’t forget you. Ever. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2601422295831996754?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2601422295831996754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2601422295831996754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2601422295831996754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2601422295831996754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-upon-perfect-daydream.html' title='Once upon a perfect daydream'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1249289604843685886</id><published>2010-07-13T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:40:06.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm running outta time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI! CHON AND I ARE ADDCITED TO "&lt;i&gt;AMY AMY AMY~~&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can't you feel my love for you?!? *arms spread out in the air*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a shocking discoveryyyyyyyyyy todayyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;SP's "Brother" looks like SP. Maurice brother looks like SP's "Brother". Maurice's friends said I look like his brother, so tht's indirectly implying that I &lt;u&gt;look like SP&lt;/u&gt;. Omfg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1249289604843685886?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1249289604843685886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1249289604843685886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1249289604843685886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1249289604843685886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-running-outta-time.html' title='I&apos;m running outta time'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4046608415540779043</id><published>2010-07-10T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:18:30.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me what's wrong with society</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcdgIW2dteQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcdgIW2dteQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look, I see&lt;br /&gt;Young girls dying to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;They won't stop till they've reached their dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet pills, surgery&lt;br /&gt;Photoshopped pictures in magazines&lt;br /&gt;Telling them how they should be&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess things are not how they used to be&lt;br /&gt;There's no more normal families&lt;br /&gt;Parents act like enemies&lt;br /&gt;Making kids feel like it's World War III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares, no one's there&lt;br /&gt;I guess we're all just too damn busy&lt;br /&gt;And money's our first priority&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's wrong with society&lt;br /&gt;When everywhere I look I see&lt;br /&gt;Rich guys driving big SUVs&lt;br /&gt;While kids are starving in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one cares&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to share&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody gonna save me?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something, something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everybody going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;If you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that something is wrong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. You can ignore the song but not the lyrics. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging because if not people will tell me my block's dusty and half into its grave already.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my blogging 'bug'. Will make a peaceful skin soon. This messes up my mind. &lt;br /&gt;A year has passed, I can't stand your selfishness. Jerk needs to wake up from his stupid idea because "The worst thing a guy can do is make a girl fall for him with NO intentions of catching her". It's so annnnnnnnnnnnoying because you think you know everything. FYAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my table mate.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4046608415540779043?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4046608415540779043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4046608415540779043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4046608415540779043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4046608415540779043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-me-whats-wrong-with-society.html' title='Tell me what&apos;s wrong with society'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-8746195261621535708</id><published>2010-07-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:29:02.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greasy faces and messy hairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sarahs%20visit%2001072010/01072010239.jpg" width="520"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sarahs%20visit%2001072010/01072010251.jpg" width="520"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is sadistic.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-8746195261621535708?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8746195261621535708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=8746195261621535708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8746195261621535708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8746195261621535708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/07/greasy-faces-and-messy-hairs.html' title='Greasy faces and messy hairs'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sarahs%20visit%2001072010/th_01072010239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4252867346325726489</id><published>2010-06-29T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:57:58.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;My body clock's been screwed up really badly I need to start sleeping early. Prelims 2 is in 2 weeks time and my preparations are minimal. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday's becoming a struggle. I think I'm lost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4252867346325726489?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4252867346325726489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4252867346325726489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4252867346325726489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4252867346325726489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7087173155923258045</id><published>2010-06-24T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:52:46.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:@</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Whatever on Earth do you take me for? &lt;br /&gt;Grr. Spare tyre?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7087173155923258045?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7087173155923258045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7087173155923258045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7087173155923258045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7087173155923258045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title=':@'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-111098251381425496</id><published>2010-06-24T13:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:07:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming for your heart like a cannibal queen</title><content type='html'>I realise I've been listening to a lot of Indie Pop and Indie Rock music lately. &lt;br /&gt;They make me really happy. &lt;br /&gt;I don't think I want to listen to songs tht will make me sad anymore. &lt;br /&gt;(I just lied)&lt;br /&gt;because I still need an emo playlist for my emo days. &lt;br /&gt;I'm changing all the time, prolly because I'm never ever contented with myself. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so jealous of the people with awesome vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipinos are officially my favourite bunch of people. They're full of talent, and they're the happiest people in the world:(&lt;br /&gt;The talented ones are like Aj Rafael, Krissysings, Priscilla Ahn, We the Gentlemen and etc. They make me hate myself. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOqqxTHsHsY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOqqxTHsHsY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAWALA WALA WALA. &lt;br /&gt;A song I was obsessed with last year.&lt;br /&gt;Love their 'fail of the very last note'. &lt;br /&gt;If you know the song, you'll crack up.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-111098251381425496?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/111098251381425496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=111098251381425496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/111098251381425496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/111098251381425496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-for-your-heart-like-cannibal.html' title='Coming for your heart like a cannibal queen'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2350700541995607455</id><published>2010-06-22T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:40:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Outing%20with%20girls%2015062010/IMG_2278.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Outing%20with%20girls%2015062010/IMG_2282.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg this Chon looks mega constipated. I love this:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Movies%20with%20Zhengjunnies%2016062010/16062010196.jpg" width="550"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love this girl, teehee.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeesh! School starts in about five days. I'm soooo dooooomed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okokok, stepped into BBQ chicken with Sarah yesterday. So yummy and sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Like this and I'll tell you what I like about you" thing on facebook is kinda lol. I don't see the point of it. You go around pretending to be close to people by liking their status and expecting them to write something on your profile, something tht has absolutely no meaning at all. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Like "I like you because you look friendly...I like you because you liked my status... I like you because you have a sweet DP" &lt;br /&gt;Tht is just stupid. It's okay to like the statuses of your close friends, but definitely not strangers -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Okay so far I've only liked two statuses, when this Liking thingy just started, Irwin's and Alvin Kangggg's, until when everyone started doing it. Facebook walls and news feeds were practically flooded with those stufffffs. &lt;br /&gt;Bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Just. Typed. A. Chunk. Of. Junk.&lt;br /&gt;I need to remind myself to save up. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm performing for prom with Shuuuuuweiiiii :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2350700541995607455?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2350700541995607455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2350700541995607455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2350700541995607455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2350700541995607455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Outing%20with%20girls%2015062010/th_IMG_2278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2137302407533528077</id><published>2010-06-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:59:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever will be will be</title><content type='html'>Is the rope I walk wearing thin?&lt;br /&gt;Is the life I love caving in?&lt;br /&gt;Is the weight on your mind a heavy black bird caged inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Whatever will be&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2137302407533528077?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2137302407533528077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2137302407533528077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2137302407533528077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2137302407533528077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever will be will be'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4333312606588052281</id><published>2010-06-14T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T23:09:04.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a party in my bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/random%20day%2014062010/spam.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/random%20day%2014062010/random.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HekATDLtuoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HekATDLtuoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of putting a girl who plays the guitar and a girl who sings together in a bedroom. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4333312606588052281?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4333312606588052281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4333312606588052281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4333312606588052281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4333312606588052281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-party-in-my-bedroom.html' title='There&apos;s a party in my bedroom'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/random%20day%2014062010/th_spam.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1617207146941658336</id><published>2010-06-13T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T12:29:32.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Loving the right person at the wrong time,&lt;br /&gt;having the wrong person when the time is right,&lt;br /&gt;and finding out you love someone right after&lt;br /&gt;that person walks out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;you think you’re already over a person,&lt;br /&gt;but when you see them smile at you,&lt;br /&gt;you’ll suddenly realize that you’re just pretending&lt;br /&gt;to be over them just to ease the pain of knowing&lt;br /&gt;that they will never be yours again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some, they think letting go is one way&lt;br /&gt;of expressing how much they love that person.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, some are afraid to see the only one they love,&lt;br /&gt;being held by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships tend to fail&lt;br /&gt;not because of the absence of love.&lt;br /&gt;Love is always present.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that one was being loved too much,&lt;br /&gt;and the other was being loved too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know,&lt;br /&gt;the heart is the center of the body,&lt;br /&gt;but it beats on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love,&lt;br /&gt;to only discover that, for them, we are just passing time-&lt;br /&gt;while the one who truly loves us remains&lt;br /&gt;either a friend or a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s a piece of advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go when you’re hurting too much.&lt;br /&gt;Give up when love isn’t enough.&lt;br /&gt;And move on when things are not like before.&lt;br /&gt;For sure, there is someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;who will love you even more."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1617207146941658336?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1617207146941658336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1617207146941658336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1617207146941658336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1617207146941658336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/loving-right-person-at-wrong-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1684520628194748949</id><published>2010-06-11T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:02:19.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"&lt;i&gt;They ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me. The problem is tht as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about a week to do whatever I want. &lt;br /&gt;Mika's cover with Shuweiiiiiii. &lt;br /&gt;Movies with the girls plus Keith.&lt;br /&gt;Movies marathon with Zhengjunnies.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ Chicken with Sarah. &lt;br /&gt;Catching up with Zhenlingggg. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Matt. &lt;br /&gt;Studying.&lt;br /&gt;Self-reflecting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a week even enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1684520628194748949?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1684520628194748949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1684520628194748949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1684520628194748949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1684520628194748949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/bleeding-love.html' title='Bleeding love.'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4026380263734245369</id><published>2010-06-08T21:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:30:41.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're bent and broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2043.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/IMG_2046-1.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'PITTER PATTER CROP-DRESS'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HI! I'm trying to sell away this dress I bought around December last year from a vintage blogshop that has recently closed down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mine @ $24.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm selling it @ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;$18&lt;/span&gt;(This is negotiable) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brand new&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unworn&lt;/span&gt;! The material is reaaaaally comfortable and cooling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The dress best fits girls of height&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 163cm and belowwww&lt;/span&gt;. I'm wayyyyyyy too tall for it. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, contact my via Facebook/Twitter/Formspring.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loadsssssss:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Chon! For making a mountain outta my back and snapping pictures of me while I was trying to sleep. I'm not gonna make pasta for you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our movie marathon Phan dearrrrrr:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5howHv3F54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5howHv3F54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore's newest MV for Careful!:D&lt;br /&gt;A small part of our Changi Airport is featured inside. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so honoured:D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4026380263734245369?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4026380263734245369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4026380263734245369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4026380263734245369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4026380263734245369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/were-bent-and-broken.html' title='We&apos;re bent and broken'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6690072215933629948</id><published>2010-06-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:04:57.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Nchs%2063rd%20anniversary%2026032010/IMG_1374.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FOURTEENTH BIRTHDAY MY DEAR AGNES TAY KAR YEE:)&lt;br /&gt;I love you nore than my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I love you like my sisterrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;I know I'm the best.&lt;br /&gt;K, you're 14 now, study hard because I love you(as usual). &lt;br /&gt;Muacks. LOL:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6690072215933629948?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6690072215933629948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6690072215933629948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6690072215933629948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6690072215933629948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Nchs%2063rd%20anniversary%2026032010/th_IMG_1374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5873595409594745668</id><published>2010-06-06T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T14:34:32.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I see you/When I don't see you: ='(&lt;br /&gt;When I see you: =D&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone: From =| to =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. So random but so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how much more of &lt;i&gt;these&lt;/i&gt; can I actually put up with? Things are becoming like a floating log, I don't know where we're heading to. Things become awkward, I start to sound like I'm being annoying, and prolly pushy, so I start keeping quiet, which makes things worse and blah.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't feel like trying anymore because the past haunts me from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what I want to say anymore. Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!?&lt;br /&gt;Whtever it is, I'm still gonna put on a megawatt smile and tell you that I'm fine:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5873595409594745668?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5873595409594745668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5873595409594745668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5873595409594745668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5873595409594745668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/before-i-see-youwhen-i-dont-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3708944362980386367</id><published>2010-06-04T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:38:29.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break even</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ff_pe-em7XA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ff_pe-em7XA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you do when you can't get a song outta your head:/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I went for dance today. I miss my dearrrrrrrrr juniorsssss! You guys know who you areeeeeeeeeee:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;OH AND BY THE WAY, LISTEN TO MY DEAR SHUWEIIIIIIIII'S LATEST/NEWEST PODCAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sheryltay.podbean.com/2010/06/04/new-poddycast-yays/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3708944362980386367?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3708944362980386367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3708944362980386367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3708944362980386367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3708944362980386367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/break-even.html' title='Break even'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7427185580602932531</id><published>2010-06-03T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:40:44.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TAe8ZBPMwEI/AAAAAAAAFrE/XZJA9X_96UA/s400/27722_400165276235_694256235_4128063_3526202_n.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuron and his Tikoh face lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lectures are the best. Lol. Shuwei and gang are jealous of meeeee because I've got XuRon beside me! Nick and I were just bullying XuXu the whole time, mean but omg you should see his reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyaaai. Enough already, this post iz boring. &lt;br /&gt;Life is good. I'm tired, my eyes are wide open and i'm dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded a cover today. Go dig it yourself, facebook doesn't allow me to upload. It sucks anyway:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7427185580602932531?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7427185580602932531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7427185580602932531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7427185580602932531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7427185580602932531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/TAe8ZBPMwEI/AAAAAAAAFrE/XZJA9X_96UA/s72-c/27722_400165276235_694256235_4128063_3526202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3830869451067903039</id><published>2010-05-31T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:56:07.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zz</title><content type='html'>Damnit, I fucking give up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really falling to pieces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3830869451067903039?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3830869451067903039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3830869451067903039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3830869451067903039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3830869451067903039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/zz.html' title='zz'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-6476842451367794043</id><published>2010-05-30T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:39:52.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look alikes</title><content type='html'>HI YAW! I'm gonna do a comparisons post today. &lt;br /&gt;I went over to my granny's place just now and my dad told me my brother was laughing at a picture of my dad(when he was young) because he resembled me. I picked up the album and flipped to that particular picture and OMFG, I screamed, because dadddy really did look like meeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I continued looking through that album and found a picture of my daddy when he was a baby. I screamed again because it kinda looked like my brotherrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing of all was seeing the pictures of my great grandparents, prolly my great great grandparents too. They didn't have cameras back then so it was all &lt;b&gt;paintings&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I heard from my brother that our ancestors were judges(or magistrates) back then and we've got a piece of land in Chinaaaa but we can't claim it because the 'contract' paper thingy was torn. &lt;br /&gt;Omgggg, you know, magistrate, the people wearing tall hats and slamming the tables with the woodblock thing like Justice Bao! HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm gna do the comparison thing now. Pictures are taken with my phone because I didn't have my camera with meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy VS Brother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010130.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010143.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010135.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brotherrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daddy VS Me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010129.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010140.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/30052010138.jpg"width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay have fun! Bye:)!&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck to all babies out there taking their Olevels Mother Tongue paper tomorrrow!&lt;br /&gt;Bless that you'll all get an A1!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-6476842451367794043?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/6476842451367794043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=6476842451367794043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6476842451367794043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/6476842451367794043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/look-alikes.html' title='Look alikes'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Comparisons/th_30052010130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4501211202427443081</id><published>2010-05-29T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:57:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who won't tell you I'm pissed with you even when I actually am pissed with you.&lt;br /&gt;My life taught me the most valuable lessons you can never find from class. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4501211202427443081?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4501211202427443081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4501211202427443081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4501211202427443081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4501211202427443081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-im-kind-of-person-who-wont-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3875029587102138913</id><published>2010-05-27T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:21:51.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HI,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY BROTHER SO MUCH THAT THE ONLY THING I CAN THINK OF DOING RIGHT NOW IS TO CRY.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU ELSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking locked out of MY room by HIM. &lt;br /&gt;AND HE DESTROYED MY STUFFS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a whiner. SO BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3875029587102138913?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3875029587102138913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3875029587102138913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3875029587102138913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3875029587102138913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_27.html' title='~'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-9052104259940322509</id><published>2010-05-24T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:41:54.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I swept xuron's pizza with my hair by accident today( didn't know until Brandon told me),&lt;br /&gt;he gave me the -.- face,&lt;br /&gt;I told him he'll get poisoned,&lt;br /&gt;he continued eating.&lt;br /&gt;He's becoming cuter everyday, how can all of us resist him!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE NEEDS MORE FANS DUDE:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-9052104259940322509?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9052104259940322509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=9052104259940322509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9052104259940322509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9052104259940322509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_24.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5598027817671369944</id><published>2010-05-23T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:42:37.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>Hi. People have been pissing me off a little wee bit too often lately. &lt;br /&gt;I don't care if they don't care about how I feel, but I care when I get accused blindly. Fuck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we run out of things to say, and eventually you'll just become another someone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5598027817671369944?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5598027817671369944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5598027817671369944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5598027817671369944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5598027817671369944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-8910211125553306558</id><published>2010-05-21T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:27:55.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>HI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/staring_by_giraffekisses.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/macro/?q=lightbulb&amp;amp;order=9&amp;amp;offset=72#/d1smqjr"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was looking at a light bulb today and it made me think of you and how you light up my world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with this pick up line. Cheeeeezy much. I failed both my humanities, but it's kind of expected. This prelims is my wake up call a.k.a wake up slaps in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl who gets to marry Sudirman in future will be the most fortunate girl in this world kkkkkkk! LOL:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-8910211125553306558?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8910211125553306558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=8910211125553306558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8910211125553306558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8910211125553306558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2469643968950067231</id><published>2010-05-19T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:31:14.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my life is still good</title><content type='html'>PRELIMS ONE = OVER. :)&lt;br /&gt;Better news? HCL students will only need to report to school at 1.30pm tomorrow:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm...the only thing I can really remember today is Marlene and Agnes snatching my phone away when I was in the canteen waiting for my Bio paper to start to read my stuffs, and then Agnes telling me something like "&lt;i&gt;Walao you good lor, save our names as Toh Marlene and Agnes Tay, then his name behind got two smileys one!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I tell you okay Agnes, I can't stop thinking about what you said, because I laugh whenever I think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sleeping today at the back of the hall today while waiting for CL students to finish their mass checking. When shuwei woke me up, the first thing I asked her was "Did you take a picture of me?!" &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, paranoid. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, I'm thinking of doing coversssss, people have been 'pestering' me for them. Stress much. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two lovely things to introduce today, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: SHUWEI'S PODCAST @ http://sheryltay.podbean.com, listen to her two latest podcasts(because she sings!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: &lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4enliix-YPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4enliix-YPs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey dear's cover of Breakeven. Love love love:)!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2469643968950067231?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2469643968950067231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2469643968950067231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2469643968950067231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2469643968950067231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/hi-my-life-is-still-good.html' title='Hi, my life is still good'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1410494393878491596</id><published>2010-05-18T15:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:55:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicness</title><content type='html'>Hi. My day was epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to bed right now because my eyes are burning, slept at 4am and woke at 5am for school. Now I know that I actually have no idea what I'm doing when I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake Agnes up as usual today, and I swore I keyed in her name at least fifteen times on the recipient's bar on my phone before forwarding my wake up messages to her. She told me I only sent her twice when she woke up late at around 6.20am. Lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology paper 2 ----- screwed. My mind went black during the paper, I forgot the fertilization process(sort of), I couldn't recognize the cell processes on the first page, I forgot to add in my favorite-est term:Vasoconstriction in my answer etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;So screwed. And you know what? It sucks when doing well becomes the issue instead of just passing alone:(&lt;br /&gt;I just crapped through Geog paper, throwing in whatever I can remember. The paper was easy, but I'm still gonna fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna talk about the highlight of my day now -.-&lt;br /&gt;Feeling sinful, we (Sarah, AJA, Shuwei, Vera,) decided to go treat ourselves to ice cream to de-stress. AJA and I both had two scoops of ice cream while Vera had one. Everyone kept telling me my ice cream would topple.&lt;br /&gt;One lick of the ice cream from me on my way to Kopitiam on the fourth floor made my double scoops SPLAT on the floor. Like, *SPLAT*.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped dead on my tracks and started laughing, and Shuwei didn't know what happened and continued walking on and 'kicked' my ice cream. (I'm laughing now) Her black shoes had white cream from my macadamia plus peanut chip buttercup(can't remember the name) ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face was like .. :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was embarrassing because people were staring at us. I went around to look for a cleaner but couldn't find one, so we decided to clear my mess with tissue paperssss! So after everything, I was left with one pathetic cone with a little bit of left over cream. The double scoops cost like $6.30 and I believed I only licked off $0.30 worth of the whole thing before I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;So my lunch was just..the cone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/S_JGUM6GjtI/AAAAAAAAFq8/aPQFKXbP8wU/s400/18052010106.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. &lt;br /&gt;Lol, my hands were shaking too much to focus properlyyy.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the others at Kopitiam, and started tweeting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my day was just boring crap. &lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about the ice cream incident on my way home and kind of burst out laughing, alone, in public. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go sleep before waking up to brush up on some minute bio details for Paper 1 tomorrowwwww. &lt;br /&gt;Brothers are annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is gooooooooood:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1410494393878491596?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1410494393878491596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1410494393878491596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1410494393878491596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1410494393878491596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/epicness.html' title='Epicness'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/S_JGUM6GjtI/AAAAAAAAFq8/aPQFKXbP8wU/s72-c/18052010106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4262715350954867119</id><published>2010-05-13T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:59:18.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm white</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I'm white now. I'm gonna crap through and apply whatever I know into this post.&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why I'm so white despite the fact that my parents are..not-as-white-as-me? Let me try and explain myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the alleles for normal skin color be B and the alleles for fair skin color be b, where B is dominant over b. I believe both my parents are..Heterozygous, meaning they possess both the B and the b alleles. Since B is dominant over b, the phenotype expressed is the normal skin color.&lt;br /&gt;If two parents with the Bb alleles come together, the possible genotypes for their child would be 25% BB, 50% Bb and 25% bb.&lt;br /&gt;I believe I inherited the recessive(b) alleles from both my parents and am homozygous recessive, meaning I possess the bb alleles,  therefore I am fairer than my parents.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or or or, a second explanation:&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous mutation in the gene that codes for my skin color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making perfect sense right?! Awesome shitz. I'm loving the DNA chapter and the Inheritance chapter, big time. Sarah hates me because she hates DNA. I hate Sarah because she loves the Blast Furnace and the Basic Oxygen Furnace. Like ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkkkkkk, Maths paper 1 sucked. Chemistry paper 2 sucked. History paper sucked because I didn't study for War in Asia and War in Europe damnit. I slept for less than two hours today, Pokka coffee made me feel like I've slept for 10.&lt;br /&gt;Me needs to stop eating Subway, I swear I'm not going there just for the hot cashier!&lt;br /&gt;Won't be in school until Tuesday, don't miss me too much. Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drifting and drifting:'(&lt;/span&gt; I kind of wanna go back to a few days ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4262715350954867119?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4262715350954867119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4262715350954867119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4262715350954867119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4262715350954867119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-white.html' title='I&apos;m white'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-8142384548644446563</id><published>2010-05-12T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:53:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cold</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is that I've got a lot of stuffs up in my head, I'm suffocating and blowing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap. Do you want to collect me?&lt;br /&gt;I had everything rehearsed in my head over and over again, but when the real thing took place, my mind went blank and nothing came out of my mouth. Oh boyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-8142384548644446563?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8142384548644446563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=8142384548644446563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8142384548644446563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8142384548644446563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-cold.html' title='So Cold'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1969294236234743261</id><published>2010-05-10T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:52:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims 1:)</title><content type='html'>HIHIHIHI! This is gonna be like my last post till the prelims are over! Today's the first paper. Mother Tongue! I had some kind of an adrenaline rush again in the morning and my heart was palpitating like shit for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging high up in the sky when my the first paper came. Sandy and I were practically laughing at the back of the hall, too high, we had problems coming back down. I hate sitting beside that stupid pillar, it's blocking &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; view to a lot of things. :)&lt;br /&gt;The HCL students had to move to 5A for our paper two, I was practically BBQ-ed at the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Had subway, Redbull and starbucks after school. It's not helping at all. I think I'm dying. Pretty damn broke now.&lt;br /&gt;All of us got chased out of the library today. That librarian didn't allow studying in the library. Like huh?! It wasn't even our fault that the girl sitting opposite us was applying eyeliner(she's in her school uniform). Lol, this world, is full of weird peeeeeople.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Kamwai today, for some random reasons, the next thing I know, he sent me a friend request on FB. I can't use anything to explain this coincidence, telepathy perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I've got a secret mission next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still sucks and monkeys are still the cutest damn thing in my little lonely planet.&lt;br /&gt;Bye:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1969294236234743261?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1969294236234743261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1969294236234743261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1969294236234743261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1969294236234743261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/prelims-1.html' title='Prelims 1:)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-164322091770345584</id><published>2010-05-06T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:45:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue shells</title><content type='html'>Ignore the title, I was thinking about the Mario Kart Love Song:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is humid. Sofa king humid. I kept going to the toilet to 'bathe'. Now I think I need a new water bottle, larger one. I'm dying with that small bottle of mine lol. I can't wait for next week, because we'll get to be in the hall, and then I'll start to regret not cherishing all these 'warm times'. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith left his file in school today, and he kept calling me when I was studying alone in the library. Yes, alone, because some people went off to fly aeroplanes! But it's okay because Sihui promised to study with me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay, back to topic, Keith was like begging me to go look for his file and I was pretty reluctant at first. He kept pleading me on the phone making me want to laugh really badly so I agreed. I couldn't find it anywhere in school so he went to Sengkang interchange, thinking he left his file on 372. We found out in the end that one of his friends found his file and kept it with him, so he came back all the way to school to retrieve it. I swear all I wanted to do was to laugh. Typical me right? ( I know it doesn't sound funny here but trust me, if you were there, you'll feel it!)&lt;br /&gt;I make jokes out of people's misfortunes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something about my 2.4 already. I feel so guilty whenever Mr Raffi talks to me about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dork in love with monkeys and Animal Planet.&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate today. mm. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-164322091770345584?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/164322091770345584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=164322091770345584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/164322091770345584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/164322091770345584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/blue-shells.html' title='Blue shells'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-5981504848650762942</id><published>2010-05-05T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:25:46.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing gas</title><content type='html'>I felt freaking relieved right after S.S test today, like a burden off my ass!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there some kind of gas leakage today? I caught the laughing gas and thought I was gonna die laughing today. Not too bad actually. MMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend during my 2.4 yesterday. During my second round around the school, this lil boy tried to stop me from running ahead of him and he blocked me but gave up after awhile and kept following me. Amusing. &lt;br /&gt;I was too breathless to ask for his name but we kept talking about random stuffs. I even told him "You know you'll fail your 2.4 if you follow me?". He told me "Nevermind lah!" &lt;br /&gt;Before I went to the toilet to slack during my third round, I told him "okay you can go off now byebye!". When I came outside the toilet, he was still waiting for me. He reminds me of my brother when he was younggg, soooooo adorable. It just sucks that I have problems recognising faces, now I miss that kid! He's from 1F by the way. My di-di-direct junior omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy. I don't know why Chon couldn't stop laughing at me in classs today. All I did was to stuff my Electrolysis notes between her whole puncher! &lt;br /&gt;Correction: That stack of notes got stuck in between her whole puncher and we couldn't get it out. Alicia had to hold the edge of the whole puncher while Rose held onto the edge of my notes to pull them apart. My notes got torn! Not really badly, still study-able. &lt;br /&gt;Chon laughed for ten minutes I think. Lol. Non stop. Complaining how painful her tummy was in between. I was trying to hard to stifle my laughter. Lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sarah and EEhwee made me laugh even harder during lunch. They were laughing at ME for being retarded. Now I'm beginning to think that I really am retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's life without all these laughters? They're helping me look on the brighter side of life, i like! I'm all smiles this week:) and I love monkeys lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-5981504848650762942?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/5981504848650762942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=5981504848650762942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5981504848650762942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/5981504848650762942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/05/laughing-gas.html' title='Laughing gas'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2338933622307774978</id><published>2010-05-01T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:57:38.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to summarise as much as I can</title><content type='html'>Lol.&lt;br /&gt;HI! We camwhored with Azizah's Blackberry after NAPFA on Wednesday!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00096-20100428-16471.jpg" com="" albums="" s101="" egobabe="" 2028042010="" jpg="" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00093-20100428-16461.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00092-20100428-16461.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuwei, AJA and I!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00095-20100428-16461.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00089-20100428-16451.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00094-20100428-16461.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rancom%20class%20times%2028042010/IMG00086-20100428-16441-1.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali, Lou, Chon and Chun:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, now for the &lt;b&gt;highlight of the week&lt;/b&gt;: DANCE GRAD PARTYY!&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'd like to thank all my lovely juniors for taking their precious time out to put up little items for us. So adorable kay! And those hand-painted boards, I got my favourite colour for the board. Like YAY:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, after my maths test, I had nothing to do and decided to go to the danceroom, it was only 3.30pm and when I was outside the danceroom, the juniors chased me out because we were supposed to go at four. &lt;br /&gt;Qimin and Felly and I stayed in 4F to talk, until the rest of the dancers finished their tests and we made our way to the dance room together. &lt;br /&gt;We saw Sherryn and Brenna walking out of the toilet with balloons in their hands. We immediately assumed that the juniors were gonna bomb us with water balloons. Van, Chingyee, Liyun, Ivy and Wanling whipped out their umbrellas and we all stood outside their dance room, hiding behind the umbrellas. &lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1885.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something like this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were bracing ourselves for the worst when the juniors finally decided to unlock the dance studio's door. When the door was opened, they were like, surprised. So were we. We were too paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the studio, the juniors immediately offered us food, food and more food. With the juniors waiting on us, we felt like we've just stepped into the palace lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1892.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1889.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1893.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1896.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this! Shared this with the very hungry Sihui:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1901.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAMES TIME, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1902.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1907.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1908.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1909.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1913.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards when Ms Tan and Miss Chum came in, they announced the new successors for the dance committee. I've got a video of it, but I don't really feel like posting it. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1935.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new and old com members:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1939.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the performance by the juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1943.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1944.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the sneak peek of what the juniors gave me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1966.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslin!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1956.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ VANESSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1957.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1958.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearrrr Marlene :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1959.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1960.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YanNI!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1963.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1964.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest dearest little Agnessss:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1965.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1967.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1961.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1962.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peixuan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1968.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuhan's really funny, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1974.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1976.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1977.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JingWei. I'm not quite sure who this is(i'm sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1949.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAWEN AND JIANI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1951.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1952.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanhan is finally willing to let me take a picture with her lol:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1953.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1984.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanling? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1983.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dearrr TianNing:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1981.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1982.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1980.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1979.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ MICHELLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1978.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1975.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shijie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1955.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1973.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1972.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIANIII!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1971.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherryn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1970.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1969.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAW EN DEARRRR:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1946.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Grad%20party%2029042010/IMG_1945.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMM, now that I've officially graduated, I feel really old. &lt;br /&gt;Time to stop procrastinating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2338933622307774978?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2338933622307774978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-677108738231314780</id><published>2010-04-28T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:24:09.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking my fall</title><content type='html'>Heyho. Today's just not my day I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Joseph screwed us(the people who failed her essay test) upside down and inside out. I'm not here to rant my crap about how I studied the wrong essays and ended up dying in class.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too pissed with myself. Who can I blame for my own mistakes? You? It's not the first time I've studied the wrong stuff already, it's practically..unpardonable. I was actually angry at first when she sort of screamed at us for not studying, can't blame her, she's been getting too many stupid excuses from the other students. I hated my own excuse. &lt;br /&gt;"I studied the wrong essays."&lt;br /&gt;What else can I say? That's the fucking truth after all. I couldn't really conatain my anger and answered her in some sort of a rude manner when she asked me why didn't I study. Too angry and disappointed with myself. &lt;br /&gt;This shall be the last time. I got 11/25 because I was only able to do one essay by the way. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much. I wish we never met. N.E.V.E.R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-677108738231314780?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/677108738231314780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=677108738231314780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/677108738231314780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/677108738231314780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-my-fall.html' title='Breaking my fall'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4876111236181149358</id><published>2010-04-25T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:53:27.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Hey. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna blog about you now, because you insist that I do so haha.&lt;br /&gt;You sing awesome, you play the guitar, you do sports, you speak Thai.&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile and laugh over the phone and get frustrated when your phone makes noisy noisy sounds. &lt;br /&gt;You love to get "shy shy" and end up making me "shy shy" too.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you you look like Joshua Simon but you don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;You are as big as teddy. &lt;br /&gt;You watch my covers. &lt;br /&gt;You are forced to sing, by me:)&lt;br /&gt;You love giving me the sad sad smiley whenever I 'try' to make you sad. &lt;br /&gt;You'll tell me you're eeeeeemo.&lt;br /&gt;You shush me when I tell you about the you in Sec2. &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your mum is pretty. &lt;br /&gt;You're a taurus. &lt;br /&gt;You are Kris. &lt;br /&gt;Pris loves Kris. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a major headache right now. &lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO MUG, so BYE:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4876111236181149358?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4876111236181149358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4876111236181149358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4876111236181149358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4876111236181149358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-4643966876249118122</id><published>2010-04-24T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:54:52.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basic Space</title><content type='html'>HI! I'm gonna hurry up and blog a post right and go straight to bed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem SPA was such a challenge today, deciding what to have for breakfast was also another challenge. I was still deciding on my breakfast 25minutes before SPA, and after buying some chicken puff thing I brisk walked to school.&lt;br /&gt;There were two guys doing flag day outside Compass Point this morning and I didn't stop because I was in a hurry, but I heard their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1: &lt;i&gt;CALL HER! HURRY UP APPROACH HER&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy #2: ...&lt;br /&gt;Guy #1: &lt;i&gt;SHE WALK AWAY ALREADY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY #2: &lt;i&gt;Aiya, if she wants to stop, she will do it automatically, don't need approach one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people doing Flag day outside Kopitiam Sq. as i approached them, I took out some coins and dropped them inside the tin. The guy(he sounded like a Thai) went like "Thank you for helping them!" I smiled and walked away. I could hear him going on from behind still, going "Thank you very much.......thank you for helping!"&lt;br /&gt;That certainly made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CHEM SPA WAS BLOODY SCREWED, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I think(not boasting) that I did well enough to score something nice on &lt;i&gt;normal days&lt;/i&gt; and not during the SPA today damnit. Why must Cambridge set so much traps for us to fall into:(&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous that I saw my 26.8cm3 reading as 27.8cm3. I wrote it down on my table and Mr Tien looked at itfuriously(sort of). I didn't realise my mistake until suddenly, like magic! So I changed all my readings to 26.8cm3. Imagine if I wrote 27, death penalty.&lt;br /&gt;I was so pressurized with Mr Tien sitting beside me though he was talking on the phone. When I was done with everything, he picked up my script and looked at my conclusion and exhaled heavily, it had to mean something. And it really meant something. &lt;br /&gt;After SPA, Mr Tien jokingly asked me: "Lia, I thought you had 27.8?" HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way,it's time to start watching my diet already, pimples are major bummers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say, I love this teddy:) Big, cuddly and all:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-4643966876249118122?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/4643966876249118122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=4643966876249118122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4643966876249118122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/4643966876249118122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/basic-space.html' title='Basic Space'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2214069852848712067</id><published>2010-04-22T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:20:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise you won't forget me:)</title><content type='html'>HELLO! I'm feeling pretty good now.&lt;br /&gt;I love chon's phone's camera! It's bloody hell 8 mega pixel, and that's as good as my camera! So she whipped it out during Bio class today because we had to draw our Clitoria, and she snapped pictures of it. I got her to send me those preeeeetty pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;It was ewwwwness because there were slug-like ants on the petals, in the wing petals to be exact. Not one, not two, but about four of them. Gross much?&lt;br /&gt;Fear not! Because the mighty me killed all of them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Biology/Photo0195.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Biology/Photo0197.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Biology/Photo0200.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SAW VERNON FROM MUTTONS TO MIDNITE TODAY&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Sihui accompanied me to Compass Point and she walked me to the library to return my boook.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to take the elevator, so I was like okayy..&lt;br /&gt;The elevator came, she said "it's going down" and I was like "don't care la", so we entered it.&lt;br /&gt;It went all the way down to B4 and &lt;i&gt;VERNON ENTERED THE ELEVATOR&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-ADRENALINE RUSHHH-&lt;br /&gt;I went like "HI! Are you Vernon A?"&lt;br /&gt;He said Yeah, hi(In some real cool manner)&lt;br /&gt;I was like omgggggggggggg. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare to ask him about Mr.Anthonisz(his brother a.k.a my P6 form teacher)&lt;br /&gt;He's a sweet daddy.&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI:)&lt;br /&gt;ILYK:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYES I SAW THIS ON QIMIN'S BLOG:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eDJ-HYDAcHU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eDJ-HYDAcHU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone actually uploaded our dance onto youtube! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2214069852848712067?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2214069852848712067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2214069852848712067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2214069852848712067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2214069852848712067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/promise-you-wont-forget-me.html' title='Promise you won&apos;t forget me:)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Biology/th_Photo0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-2138792734893827503</id><published>2010-04-21T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:38:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>Heya, I've been rather busy lately, so I can't really find time to do a proper post. I can't promise that this is going to be a proper one, but still, I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I can burst out crying right now, I need to cry to bad, because I hate myself so much and I can't undo what I've actually done. I was stupid, naive, childish, gullible. People make plenty of mistakes in their walk of life, but how often do you see them making irreversible ones?&lt;br /&gt;I cried myself to sleep, woke up and started thinking about it again. Yes fuck, sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1754.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1757.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1768.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1781.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1796.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1859.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1823.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1860.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1858.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/IMG_1861.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could smile like the "me" in these pictures&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in reality, I'm becoming more and more contented with my results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-2138792734893827503?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/2138792734893827503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=2138792734893827503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2138792734893827503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/2138792734893827503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Sports%20day%2016April%202010/th_IMG_1754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1939646930322271429</id><published>2010-04-14T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:28:31.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY PREVIOUS POST AND IT TOTALLY SCREWED UP MY BLOG. &lt;br /&gt;AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fine, Chemistry test is postponed!:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are full of bullshit. Agreed? FUCKKKKK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1939646930322271429?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1939646930322271429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1939646930322271429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1939646930322271429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1939646930322271429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-something-wrong-with-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-9174716309567722710</id><published>2010-04-11T21:27:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:31:24.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last dance</title><content type='html'>Note: Heavy polluted with blurred pictures taken by excited hands:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is about yesterdayyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;There's so many things to talk about! Emily was the firstest first first junior to make us cry.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I'm saving that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes and I met Sihui, ShawEn and Marlene for breakfast at Macs in the morning. There were five of us so we needed another chair, a little girl beside us offered us her chair, so in other words she had 3 chairs left.&lt;br /&gt;When I came back with my breakfast, I saw her mum staring at my dear dancers with the &lt;i&gt;"you-bullied-my-daughter"&lt;/i&gt; face. We didn't know that lil girl was gonna have breakfast with her family, and that they needed four chairs because she offered us one of the empty chairs. GAH:( We couldn't really eat in peace because that woman was constantly throwing glances at us, how rude. It wasn't even our fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmaine, Andrea(?), Cindy, Sihui, Mich, Agnes, Marlene, Shawen, Cheryl, Yanni and I took the bus to NYP with the Wind Orchestra people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1475.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1476.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1486.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Mich went to Clarke Quay early in the morning to buy these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1489.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1506.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1517.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1518.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so we arrived at NYP first, and when all dancers have arrived, we changed into our ballet shoes and started doing warmups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1532.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1533.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture must be taken by Shaw En running around with my cam! (cause I see myself in the picture:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1534.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who took this lol&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile we did mass&amp;amp; intense warmups. Lunch was served, but we were too full for lunch:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1539.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1540.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1541.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this picture give you the "palace" feel? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1542.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1543.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1544.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felli and Fwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1546.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1557.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene Potato Toh can't stop covering her face LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1560.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene &amp;amp; Agnessssss:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1561.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1562.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a confession to make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1564.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm retarded&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First rehearsal was after lunch, we didn't do a full dressed run. Second was the full dressed one. Stuffs cocked up, but the pleasant stuffs could cover them up, I guess. I can't really remember what took place after what actually.&lt;br /&gt;I only remembered Emily kneeling down in front of us in the dressing room, telling us to look down while she played some really sad songs and read out her "Farewell seniors speech".&lt;br /&gt;She barely made it through her first sentence when we started crying. Oh dayum, things got really emotional and I was practically choking on my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily felt guilty for making us cry:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1576.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI JIA NI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1577.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1578.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1581.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1582.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1583.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1588.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when the taps started running....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1584.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1585.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1586.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1587.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1590.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and ShawEnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1592.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super duper uber emo Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1593.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear Shuyi was crying too:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1597.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1599.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's TianNing making me smile, I look horribly disfigured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1602.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the emo people lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1603.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1609.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetracking a little down here..presenting my flexible junior TianNing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1610.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hugging my crying Agnesssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1611.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlene and Agnes, my adorable juniors!:) Not forgetting ShawEnnnnnn, somewhere in the room:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1612.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet much? Marlene and Agnes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1613.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older juniors!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that happened after our second rehearsals was our dinner &lt;i&gt;vanishing&lt;/i&gt;. We found out later that our dinners were spoiled and someone took them away. We were starving at that time because most of us skipped lunch:( We had no choice but to put on our make ups first and camwhore:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1620.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1638.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1622.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1624.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1629.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1632.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1633.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1641.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1642.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture with ShawEnnnnn:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1643.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1644.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere around this time the Macdonald's Burgers Ms Tan and Miss Chum ordered for us arrived, but we were only allowed to have half of a burger because we can't dance when we were bloated!&lt;br /&gt;And the cam-whores struck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1646.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1647.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Rebecca and JiaNi at first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1650.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN THERESA JOINS IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1651.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1652.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1655.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1656.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1658.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bending down so low to be like everyone. HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1660.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1662.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuwei and her choir gownnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1663.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard to be bimbotic, I look so out of proportion:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/IMG_1664.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Okay, I'm stopping here.&lt;br /&gt;The performance was a success, but the finale sucked, we tried to fight for our Finale moves but failed. oh well. I cried during finale though.&lt;br /&gt;Getting emotional all over again. I love all of you:)&lt;br /&gt;10 April 2010 was indeed an emotional day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-9174716309567722710?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/9174716309567722710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=9174716309567722710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9174716309567722710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/9174716309567722710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-dance.html' title='The last dance'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Public%20Performance%2010%20April%202010/th_IMG_1475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-3407146325411365676</id><published>2010-04-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:40:47.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second last :')</title><content type='html'>I'm here to blog againnnn. My week's been packed with rehearsals and remedials. I've been trying really hard, for the past two and a half hour to blog, but apparently there were too many distractions.&lt;br /&gt;I've to really thank some people from like the bottom of my heart, for telling me they're here for me and everything, okay er you know who you guys are okay :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try and recall the really funny stuffs that have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chemistry today, I asked Mr Tien "Today got verbal test?"&lt;br /&gt;It was a dumb question because he told me it was. And he gave me three questions and if I answered them wrongly, 4F will have to write lines. But the questions he gave were actually pretty simple, so no sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during English class, Chon and I coloured our black and white Samantha Song with our highlighters. Chon gave her Samantha Song pink eyes, not the pupil but the white part(sclera or cornea? LOL). She held up her notes and read it, Sam Song was facing Ms Teo, Ms Teo saw it and said "I would appreciate it if you people don't color Samantha Song's eyes pink because she looks quite scary"&lt;br /&gt;We giggled and giggled and giggled and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to see my cute juniorssssssss!! I must admit I love themmmmm, especially Agnes, Marlene potato Toh and Shaw Ennnn! :D Now I want three little sisters! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun at NYP today, changing in the boys' toilet especially, with Sihui and some other inter dancers, to change into our costumes. Correction, it's the Gents. It stank. I was retching.&lt;br /&gt;I could see no shit without my specs, and I almost slammed into the pillar-curtains on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting outside the Ladies' to help some dancers with their headsets, a caucasian came out to tell us it was illegal to enter the male's toilet because it's illegal for males to enter the female toilet. RANDOM MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna post some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1410.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLDDS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1412.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pictures of our dancers are really whoosh-y. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1434.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1438.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1427.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1440.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1443.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1446.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1451.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1454.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1456.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1460.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1459.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1462.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1458.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter dance!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1473.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/IMG_1470.jpg" width="600"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's our last performance,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be a tearful day:')&lt;br /&gt;We're stepping down! :O&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things running through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;This time, it's for real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-3407146325411365676?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/3407146325411365676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=3407146325411365676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3407146325411365676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/3407146325411365676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/second-last.html' title='Second last :&apos;)'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s101/egobabe/Rehearsals%20at%20NYP%20April%209%202010/th_IMG_1410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-7036978441874593199</id><published>2010-04-04T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:04:51.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ah I wanna blog, but I really don't know what to blog about. Like anything interesting's been happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I change my skin?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to do something to it, and then realise I've got photoshop but not Gimp. Gimp's been with me since like Sec1 I can't bear to use something else. I've not downloaded Gimp ever since dad bought me a new computer. Oh fag oh fag:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't type a long decent post now, the blogger in me has left. But there's no way I'm gonna let this blog die. My legendary URL and the legendary ME(lol -.-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do something about this junky site soon.&lt;br /&gt;I want younger sisters like Agnes and Marlene and an older brother like..Gerard? And a Daddy like Alvin Kang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I watched the "Kids in Love" video by Mayday Parade today. My jaws fell six feet underground. It's M18, swear. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was restricted at first because I was watching it with my brother's 59year old Youtube Account. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-7036978441874593199?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/7036978441874593199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=7036978441874593199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7036978441874593199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/7036978441874593199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-1080821595725273980</id><published>2010-04-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:31:02.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/S7YEKO10S3I/AAAAAAAAFqs/h7pN7WhpARo/s400/tumblr_kylwaf0dFY1qawef4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard to compromise and all, but why isn't anything changing?&lt;br /&gt;I hate complaining,&lt;br /&gt;but this is how I'm actually feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/S7YEKgB7ydI/AAAAAAAAFq0/L3UWjYvb408/s400/Fix_You_by_islandtime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-1080821595725273980?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/1080821595725273980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=1080821595725273980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1080821595725273980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/1080821595725273980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-DuaZ2prkYc/S7YEKO10S3I/AAAAAAAAFqs/h7pN7WhpARo/s72-c/tumblr_kylwaf0dFY1qawef4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4021636701093216554.post-8153616567215128026</id><published>2010-03-29T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:28:37.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg&amp;Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7uuHUSrwHQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c7uuHUSrwHQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZhengNing on the left and Aud on the right.&lt;br /&gt;This is mega addictive. I love their voices. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phan Zhengjunnies I miss you, let's go out soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4021636701093216554-8153616567215128026?l=prissaye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/feeds/8153616567215128026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4021636701093216554&amp;postID=8153616567215128026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8153616567215128026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4021636701093216554/posts/default/8153616567215128026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prissaye.blogspot.com/2010/03/meg.html' title='Meg&amp;Dia'/><author><name>Priscilila</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
