<?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-5724603</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:42:55.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess speaks</title><subtitle type='html'>just shut up and listen (or rather read)...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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12 hours have stretched into 14 hours 27 minutes.looks like i made the wrong decision to start this challenge. it was tougher than i thought.sdnejfnjnjgnjnfdjgnwaiterjrpoqwosjdkfjkffjgnjerhjfthweuirhfeihgkrhbtnpogiewjrkwnqj3e.i'm pmsing. by the way...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111408740246304803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111408740246304803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111408740246304803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111408740246304803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/12-hours.html' title='12 hours'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111399756045939098</id><published>2005-04-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:24:17.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorting it out</title><summary type='text'>sorting it outi've never been good at hiding my feelings. usually i say something wrong, or my facial expression or actions show it.i'm confused now. shirin can sooooo understand how i'm feeling now.maybe it's just a temporary thing. somehow i find myself hoping that it won't. but it's misleading. i'm misleading you, i'm misleading myself. but then again, am i really misleading? see...sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111363289173808583</id><published>2005-04-16T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:28:11.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><summary type='text'>scene 1, take 1, action!i don't even know how i should feel. i feel like a two-headed bitch. not because i'm betraying anyone, in case you* think i am.how should i feel? emotions are overwhelming and it's so difficult to control so many at the same time unless you're a schizo. don't get me wrong here, i'm not an emotional basket-case.i remember last month when my group was doing a particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111363289173808583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>random ramblingstoday was a disgusting day. only half an hour of break time. what kind of crap is that?!?!took my econs mcq test today. i'm certain i'll fail. it was like playing some guessing game. in which the probability of guessing correctly is 1/4. do the math.and i'm still confused. and it's not a nice feeling. so many complications and it all has to do with one oblivious Human X. argh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111339987377122631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111339987377122631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111339987377122631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111339987377122631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111332170643103267</id><published>2005-04-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:01:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baaaaaaad day</title><summary type='text'>baaaaaaaad daysometimes you wake up knowing that it's gonna be a terrible day. well, it wasn't one of those days.it was one of those days when you wake up knowing that it's gonna be a baaaaaaaaaaad day. get the diff?i was nearly sent out of maths lecture today, along with tiffany and cheryl. wahaha...we were playing around with baldwin's, nigel's and andrew's surnames. apparently we got too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111332170643103267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111332170643103267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111332170643103267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111332170643103267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/baaaaaaad-day.html' title='baaaaaaad day'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111304867294441861</id><published>2005-04-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:45:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s75 gathering (08-04-05)</title><summary type='text'>05S75 gathering (08-04-05)it was a pretty messy gathering, what with everyone ending school at different times and all. it was hard to settle on a specific meeting time.school ended early for the saints. 12.45 saw me in the cafe with en min, michy and andrew. we lingered around to eat lunch and then sat around chatting and contemplating whether to pon house talk or not. in the end, we decided to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111304867294441861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>life concert</title><summary type='text'>life concertyesterday's life concert was fantastic. i felt the way i've long wanted to but couldn't. it felt real good. haven't been able to feel this way for a long time.everyone was getting high. even louis. extremely surprising. he was singing so damn loudly that everyone around him could hear his voice, loud and clear. at least his voice didn't sound that bad. he can at least keep in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111297828981290196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111297828981290196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111297828981290196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111297828981290196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-concert.html' title='life concert'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111280358969844237</id><published>2005-04-06T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T00:06:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05s76</title><summary type='text'>05S76i am officially an adopted member of 05S76. wahaha..i infiltrated their class and went out with them today. went to watch the wedding date at plaza singapura. jeff fell asleep...what an idiot. he's just wasting his own money. but it was kinda crappy, actually.after that, we went to take neoprints. i felt a little like an intruder but what the hell?!?! they're a really friendly bunch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111280358969844237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111280358969844237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111280358969844237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111280358969844237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/05s76.html' title='05s76'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111270420284093392</id><published>2005-04-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T20:30:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gummi bears</title><summary type='text'>the power of gummi bears republished due to popular demand.gummi bears are really very important in this modern world of ours. honestly. the most essential ones are the whitish translucent ones. unfortunately, in every pack of gummi bears, they seem to be the least in number. i have no idea why they have to put twice the number of red gummi bears than any other colour bear into each packet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111270420284093392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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outing</title><summary type='text'>first outingtoday was 05s71's first outing. it wasn't much. just a trip to nearby harbourfront's macdonald's.but it was still something, nonetheless.i think the class managed to bond more during today's talk on presentation skills.it was really fun, hearing all the crap speeches made by baldwin, nigel, randolph and the rest. the class seems to be turning out to be a lil better after all.a bunch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111262086011809056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111262086011809056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111262086011809056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111262086011809056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-outing.html' title='first outing'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111254041421837728</id><published>2005-04-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:00:14.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new term begins</title><summary type='text'>new term beginsalthough second intake has officially begun, really, i think it only starts tomorrow. tomorrow, all colourful tees and uniforms of sorts will vanish. instead, it'll be white and blue here, white and blue there, with blue ties with white and yellow pinstripes.how...uniform.unity. uniforms symbolise unity. and equality.hm...it'll be quite odd to see everyone in the same uniform. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111254041421837728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111254041421837728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111254041421837728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111254041421837728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-term-begins.html' title='new term begins'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111245072073750471</id><published>2005-04-02T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:05:20.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss singapore universe 2005</title><summary type='text'>miss singapore universe 2005congratulations to cheryl tay, miss singapore universe of 2005.sigh. actually i was rooting for ling lee and rebecca lim. rebecca has this simple and feminine beauty and she radiates elegance too. so absolutely gorgeous.too bad, ling lee was eliminated just before the top 5 and rebecca ended up as 4th runner-up.but they both went home with trophies and bouquets, anyway</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111245072073750471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>simple plan- i'd do anything</title><summary type='text'>i'd do anything by simple plan(the bolded words say what i'm feeling. this is for 05S75...again.)Another day is going byI'm thinking about you all the timeBut you're out thereAnd I'm here waitingAnd I wrote this letter in my headCuz so many things were left unsaidBut now you're goneAnd I can't think straightThis could be the one last chanceTo make you understandI'd do anythingJust to hold you in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111243970782709518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111243970782709518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111243970782709518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111243970782709518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/simple-plan-id-do-anything.html' title='simple plan- i&apos;d do anything'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111243115970978609</id><published>2005-04-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T16:39:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05S71</title><summary type='text'>05S71weiye's right. it's no use sighing and moaning about how 05S71 will never be able to make it.it's up to ourselves to make the class a success and bond together.i've given my word to weiye that i'll try my best to bring the class together. at least organise a cg outing sometime this coming week.i mean, i want to see the class unite, myself. hopefully, i won't be alone in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111243115970978609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111243115970978609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111243115970978609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111243115970978609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/05s71.html' title='05S71'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111235830857148673</id><published>2005-04-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:28:25.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high - lighthouse family</title><summary type='text'>High by The Lighthouse Family(i really wanted to get the html music code for this song, but i couldn't find it. anyone who can, please pass it to me.)When you're close to tears rememberSomeday it'll all be overOne day we're gonna get so highThough it's darker than DecemberWhat's ahead is a different colourOne day we're gonna get so highAnd at the end of the day remember the daysWhen we were close</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111235830857148673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111235830857148673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111235830857148673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111235830857148673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/high-lighthouse-family.html' title='high - lighthouse family'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111235310264151841</id><published>2005-04-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T19:46:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O2 finale</title><summary type='text'>O2 finalethank you, members of ex-05S75 who crashed SA last night's finale. thank you for making it such a bomb.shuwen, daniel, mitchell and ben...it was great to see you guys again. just earlier that day, i was musing about how much more wonderful it'd be if the class could be back together again. how i wished O2 could've been spent with you instead of with a new class which could and can never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111235310264151841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111235310264151841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111235310264151841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111235310264151841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/04/o2-finale.html' title='O2 finale'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111219304260576824</id><published>2005-03-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:30:42.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comparing classes</title><summary type='text'>comparing classesi know it's quite unfair for me to compare classes, but i can't help it.05S75 (first intake) just outdoes my new permanent CG, 05S71 in each and every possible way.the seventy-fivers are just more fun and we click better. you could call it chemistry. 05S75 had it...05S71 doesn't.05S75...you're really beyond compare. I WANT YOU BACK!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111219304260576824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111219304260576824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111219304260576824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111219304260576824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/comparing-classes.html' title='comparing classes'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111201782167102141</id><published>2005-03-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:37:28.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool blogskin!!!</title><summary type='text'>i love my new blogskin!!!simple, cute, cool and funky.and i LOVE the animation!!!but sorry about the font of the links though. i know it's really blur. but i dunno how to change the font..so squint hard! and if your eyesight deproves, don't come after me...just go to an optician. there's a pretty good optical shop that sells eyeware at queensway. i can give you recommendation if you like.lalala..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111201782167102141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111201782167102141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111201782167102141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111201782167102141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/cool-blogskin.html' title='cool blogskin!!!'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111185674334379549</id><published>2005-03-27T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:05:43.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>class bbq</title><summary type='text'>class bbqit didn't really seem promising at first. i reached bedok mrt station at about 2.45, 15 mins before the meeting time. i thought i was the first person to arrive, but a glance across the station told me i was wrong. xiuming and i waited and waited for ages before kokky joined us, followed by weiping, chern kiat, albany and chong sheng, in that order.got a few messages from various people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111185674334379549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111185674334379549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111185674334379549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111185674334379549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/class-bbq.html' title='class bbq'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111180458544950551</id><published>2005-03-26T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:36:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supposed 2 be a good day</title><summary type='text'>sighit's supposed to be a good day today.meeting the class in about 4 and a half hours for bbq. can't wait.but i'm kinda feeling under the weather now. for one, i woke up sneezing. used up like half the box of tissue paper. don't know what's wrong with me.and it's affecting my throat too. and since last night, even before the steamboat, my chest has been hurting. not sure if that's the result of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111180458544950551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111180458544950551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111180458544950551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111180458544950551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/supposed-2-be-good-day.html' title='supposed 2 be a good day'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111176694559365766</id><published>2005-03-26T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:09:11.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new template</title><summary type='text'>my new templateto be honest, i don't really much like my new blogskin. the layout's ok...but i don't like the picture. 1) i don't even like anime. 2) look at the faces!!! they don't have noses and mouths!!! WEIRDOES!!!3) look at their costume! like hello? it's not even halloween! what are the bunny costumes for? hm..actually maybe they are kinda relevant to the date. it is easter sunday tomorrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111176694559365766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111176694559365766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111176694559365766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111176694559365766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-new-template.html' title='my new template'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-111149556927007116</id><published>2005-03-22T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T17:28:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first three months</title><summary type='text'>first three monthsand thus, first intake aka first three months ends. and i can hardly say that it ended with a bang. as a matter of fact, it ended with less than a 'pop'.nevertheless, i must write an account of sorts of my first taste of jc life.it has been exciting, what with all the new friends, new environment, and lots of guys around. it didn't take long to adjust. everything seemed to fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/111149556927007116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=111149556927007116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111149556927007116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/111149556927007116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/03/first-three-months.html' title='first three months'/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-110758983792406242</id><published>2005-02-05T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:59:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAINTS: UP AND ON!!!it's been slightly over a month since school has been in session. for the first time in my whole entire boring life, at a grand ol' age of 16 and 1 month, i can proudly declare that "I LOVE SCHOOL!!!" (and to think that on the 2nd of december 2004 i was wailing about having to go to a new school and having to adjust to the new environment.)perhaps it's just that it's only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/110758983792406242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=110758983792406242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/110758983792406242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/110758983792406242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2005/02/saints-up-and-on-its-been-slightly.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-109836165712556388</id><published>2004-10-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T20:28:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are familyi've thoroughly enjoyed my 4-years 'stay' at st.margaret's. well, at least almost every single little bit of it. even the parts when i got thrown out of class by mr lee, had fights with celena, did hundreds of squats for mr ng, or went through the heart attacks of miss siti nearly finding out that i had not done my assignments. well, you know what they say about clouds having that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109836165712556388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=109836165712556388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109836165712556388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109836165712556388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/10/we-are-family-ive-thoroughly-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-109274815170701813</id><published>2004-08-17T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:09:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to my daddyhaha! you thought i'd never find that 'temporary folder' eh? heh heh...guess what? I FOUND IT! neh-neh-ni-poo-poo!haha...just kidding.anyway, i've deleted that offensive post. i'm sorry. but it was just an expression of my feelings. no hard feelings? =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109274815170701813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=109274815170701813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109274815170701813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109274815170701813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-my-daddy-haha-you-thought-id-never.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-109274733673371654</id><published>2004-08-17T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T21:06:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the power of gummy bearsgummy bears are really very important in this modern world of ours. honestly. the most essential ones are the whitish translucent ones. unfortunately, in every pack of gummy bears, they seem to be the least in number. i have no idea why they have to put twice the number of red gummy bears than any other colour bear into each packet. perhaps there's too much red food </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109274733673371654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=109274733673371654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109274733673371654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109274733673371654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/power-of-gummy-bears-gummy-bears-are.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-109211410314692654</id><published>2004-08-10T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:01:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>odditieshave you realized how odd the English language can be? it's full of contrasts.take for example, the word 'supernatural'. if super means very and natural means normal, then shouldn't supernatural mean very normal? so why does supernatural refer to something that isn't normal? or how about the word 'extraordinary'? if extra means more and ordinary means nothing special, then shouldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109211410314692654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=109211410314692654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109211410314692654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109211410314692654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/08/oddities-have-you-realized-how-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-109004586125139849</id><published>2004-07-17T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T23:05:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>olsen twins these girls are two of my favourite actresses. i don't care if they're anorexic or blah blah blah...they're fantastic girls. i can't wait for new york minute to hit the screen. who cares if it gets just 2 stars? i give it a 5 star rating already! twins, YOU ROCK!!!by the way, please use the scrollbar to shift to the right cos some of the pictures are too big. so do scroll left and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/109004586125139849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=109004586125139849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109004586125139849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/109004586125139849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/olsen-twins-these-girls-are-two-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108938580240043116</id><published>2004-07-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T14:52:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dedicated to youi never knew i loved you so,until i lost you the other day.as i watched you walk away, i knew there was no turning back.but i just want to say today,that i will love you anyway.now be it day or be it night,my world's so dark there is no light.it feels so cold and lonely too,what i really need is you.we've got to wait two more years,that's certainly not anytime near</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108938580240043116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108938580240043116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108938580240043116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108938580240043116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/dedicated-to-you-i-never-knew-i-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108912687852857493</id><published>2004-07-06T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:14:38.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>miserabilityeverything's down in the dumps for me. looks like i can join melvin and andrew in their 'my life sux' club huh.my parents dislike me, my studies are going down the drain, my spiritual life is stale, and this recent decision between andrew and i just did it. God, i need some help here..really, i do.i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying. but my feet just can't seem to touch the ground. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108912687852857493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108912687852857493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108912687852857493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108912687852857493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/miserability-everythings-down-in-dumps.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108912395846226355</id><published>2004-07-06T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T22:34:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>without you(by kimberly locke and clay aiken)Never even thought to cryWhen I heard you say good-byeNever said where you were goingThere's no laughter in the airOnly silence everywhereAnd so much left unspokenSince you've been goneI haven't been the sameI wish that I could seeWho's to blameChorus :Without you, where do I belong?Without you, how can I go on?No love but yours will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108912395846226355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right here waiting (by richard marx)Oceans apart day after dayAnd I slowly go insaneI hear your voice on the lineBut it doesn't stop the painIf I see you next to neverHow can we say foreverWherever you goWhatever you doI will be right here waiting for youWhatever it takesOr how my heart breaksI will be right here waiting for youI took for granted, all the timesThat I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108900488617909698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108900488617909698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108900488617909698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108900488617909698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/right-here-waiting-by-richard-marx.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108900467759379540</id><published>2004-07-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:17:57.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bring me back(the words in italics are the girls' part, the words in normal are the guys' part, the lines with * before them are the girls and guys singing together)when all is said and doneand nothing matters anymore,are you a part of me?it was so easy, we had it all but it was all in vain.i would have given more.now the stage is bare there's no one.where it used to be so magical.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108900467759379540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108900467759379540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108900467759379540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108900467759379540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/07/bring-me-back-words-in-italics-are.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108858205973605514</id><published>2004-06-30T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T15:54:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beauty queensthese girls are simply goregous...not that i'm bian(4) tai(4) or anything along that line, but i admire them for their beauty and brains.the large picture is of miss universe 2003, my personal favourite, by the way.the ones below are from miss universe 2004(from left): miss universe 2004 (australia), miss paraguay (whom i thought should have won), and miss usa (whom i thought was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108858205973605514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108858205973605514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108858205973605514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108858205973605514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/06/beauty-queens-these-girls-are-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108840818162412418</id><published>2004-06-28T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:36:21.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>100 postswhoopee doodee doo!!! this is my 100th post..am i cool or what?wait...change that to am i cool or cool?anyway...i'm changing all your links to your names...i can't remember what flowers you are anymore.. :S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108840818162412418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108840818162412418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108840818162412418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108840818162412418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/06/100-posts-whoopee-doodee-doo-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108625484262306653</id><published>2004-06-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T17:27:22.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>frizzy hairhello, hello. i know i've been gone for something like a thousand years, but i'm back anyhow and that's all that matters, isn't it?i was sitting in the bus this morning on my way to school and i was just staring right at the hairy black head in front of me. if i had heat vision like clark kent, the owner of that head would be walking around with two holes bored into the back of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/108625484262306653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=108625484262306653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108625484262306653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108625484262306653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/06/frizzy-hair-hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-108398579877258531</id><published>2004-05-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:31:08.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a tribute to mrs leemrs lee, you were the best principal i have ever come across. I wish that you could just come back. i would give anything to have you back with us, even if it meant having exams every single day of my life til i turned 102. you were strict with us when you were around, but we never realised that it was for our own good. i'm sorry for every bad thing i've said about you. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108398579877258531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/108398579877258531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/05/tribute-to-mrs-lee-mrs-lee-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107940780466954715</id><published>2004-03-16T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:32:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confusedi have no idea what to do. alright, i admit that i have been neglecting you. i shouldn't be. i should be there right by your side. but, can't you see that you're not opening up to me? we're really distant right now. maybe it's just that things should be the way they are. i know you're upset, but maybe you should accept them? besides, it doesn't matter about now...just after 3 years.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107940780466954715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107940780466954715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107940780466954715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107940780466954715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/03/confused-i-have-no-idea-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107873368242118756</id><published>2004-03-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T16:16:56.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stuffyoh. by the way, i was saying last year that i wanted a stuffed elephant. *grinz* thanks to yun qing, my accomplice in anything bimbotic, i now have one.i have christened it stuffy. i have always wanted to name something stuffy. don't you think the name 'stuffy' is so damn cute?haha. i love you stuffy. and sherlock. sherlock, is a taiwanese dog, by the way. he's a gift from eng soon. *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107873368242118756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107873368242118756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107873368242118756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107873368242118756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/03/stuffy-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-10783062275150660</id><published>2004-03-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T17:32:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>changesas time goes by, changes are made. it seems such a long time, but so much has changed.celena has gone to korea and back to singapore, waikit has gone to australia and back to singapore. eng soon has gone to brunei and back to singapore.sports day has come and gone, leaving nothing but a blurred memory imprinted in my mind and a silver trophy (yes, i did cross the finish line for my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107830556787887975</id><published>2004-03-03T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T17:21:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stressit's been an awfully long time since i've blogged. i can't really be bothered to update my blog now...perhaps i'm too lazy, or perhaps it's just that the novelty of keeping a blog has worn out.anyway, i haven't come online for almost a month. i can't believe it. i have isolated myself from cyber civilisation for such a loooooooooong time.i told my mommy i wanted to stop my piano lessons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107830556787887975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107830556787887975' 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i'm bored of blogging. sigh...it's a boring life now. everything seems boring. everything is boring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107613495218235583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107613495218235583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107613495218235583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107613495218235583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/02/bored-its-been-pretty-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107529399000164718</id><published>2004-01-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T20:48:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>retributionalthough i am strongly against the out-of-the-world theories of the 'big bang' or evolution, i do believe that there is such a thing as retribution.if you do something bad to somebody, like tell lies or do things which you know they will never let you do if you asked, or boast excessively i believe that God will punish you sooner or later. to be honest, i have done things which i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107529399000164718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nemo crazethe nemo craze is spreading at an alarming rate, thanks to celeste lau shu yi. i have no idea how, but the nutcase succeeded. anyway, if it gets any worse, we (the sane ones) will have to evacuate. i was wondering where we should evacuate. i was thinking that we should just transform into mermaids and dive deep down into the swirling waters of the ocean. however, it immediately hit me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107452117903632137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107452117903632137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107452117903632137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107452117903632137'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107365984584975473</id><published>2004-01-09T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:52:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>missing youi've had this feeling growing in me ever since school started. maybe i'm just lonely, or maybe i'm jealous of all the time you're spending on school stuff. i know your priority should be school, but still...everytime i call you and you're still in school, doing this, that or the other, i feel so detached from you. and then when you say you have to go, my heart just sinks. it feels </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107365984584975473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107365984584975473' 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during assembly, my class happens to be sitting in the row which is next to 4/6 which is next to the row of chairs on which the principal and vice principal sit. how lucky.well, i had the lovely golden opportunity to be sitting very close to where mrs lee aka bulldog was sitting. during assembly, she was picking out girls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107348064253301344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107348064253301344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107348064253301344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107348064253301344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/01/encounter-with-bulldog-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107339083399517002</id><published>2004-01-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:08:26.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>silly schoolgirlsi believe mr peterson (whom i dearly miss though he was chauvinistic enough to lie to us about his being married 'beacuse he wanted to ward off admirers') would very much agree with me that some of us are silly schoolgirls.i go back a few days in time to the time when i was telling nexa that i wished i were 10 years older and 25, so that i could get married. how exciting, isn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107339083399517002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107339083399517002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107339083399517002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107339083399517002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/01/silly-schoolgirls-i-believe-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107330936590985294</id><published>2004-01-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:54:49.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>memoriestoday, miss siti was asking the class whether any of us had been to Fox Glacier in New Zealand.since a few others n i had been there on a geography field trip little more than a year ago, we raised our hands. she asked us what colour the water was, and since it had been raining the day we went to visit Mr (if glaciers have genders) Fox Glacier, the water was the colour of cement. never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107330936590985294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107330936590985294' 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sigh...the mind is full of fine ideals, the soul is pure determination, the spirit is one of strong will, the heart seeks ambitious dreams...but the body is rotting and not at all ready to make real the dreams.hm...i have seen a few cases like that already.hopefully, i'm not one of them myself...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107330780465619877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107330780465619877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107330780465619877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107330780465619877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2004/01/obstacle-nowadays-ive-been-hearing-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107284503018391470</id><published>2003-12-31T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:31:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new year's eveit's new year's eve. and i haven't made my new year's resolutions yet. hm...does that make me a naughty little girl?i have to go soon...so i just dropped by to wish everyone HAPPY NEW YEARand good luck with your holiday homework. ain't i sweet?and by the way, do you think i could get all my english expressions from one book only? i'm only at page 96 and i've already gotten 51 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107266966379028820</id><published>2003-12-29T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T11:48:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm?school's beginning in only a few days. this is not good. i still have books piled all over my table and junk littered all over. worse still, i have tons of untouched homework. thank God for my sweetie who helped me with my chemistry (i am so scared of miss siti).i wonder at how i am ever going to finish learning permutations and combinations on my own, work out 20 physics questions, complete</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107266966379028820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107266966379028820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107266966379028820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107266966379028820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/12/hm-schools-beginning-in-only-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107241047835797868</id><published>2003-12-26T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T11:48:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothingit's been over two weeks since i've blogged. i guess i've gotten a little tired of blogging. but now, since i've got nothing to do, i might as well just type out some crap.it's my birthday today and i think i shall sing myself a song...you may join me if you like.happy birthday to mehappy birthday to mehappy birthday to me, myself, and ihappy birthday to methere...wasn't that lovely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107241047835797868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107241047835797868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107241047835797868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107241047835797868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/12/nothing-its-been-over-two-weeks-since.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107104873780810243</id><published>2003-12-10T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:33:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>church campon a scale of 1-10, 10 being the best, i'd rate it an 8.5.pros:- worship- message (though i must confess i was restless during messages)- sharing (i like hearing all the testimonies, especially aaron's cos he makes everyone laugh without even trying)- the friends- the one- late nights- junk food (too bad i must now pay for the after-effects of over-eating...exercise, exercise,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107104873780810243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107104873780810243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107104873780810243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107104873780810243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/12/church-camp-on-scale-of-1-10-10-being.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107104644891243903</id><published>2003-12-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:54:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to the little boy i knowhalfway round the world:Baby I will soon be leaving And I know that you are feeling down But every week I'll send a letter To let you know my love will never change I promise you I'll always feel the same So remember in your heart Baby when we are apart There is no need for cryin' Cause even if I am Halfway round the world That won't stop me from loving you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107104644891243903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107104644891243903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107104644891243903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107104644891243903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/12/to-little-boy-i-know-halfway-round.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107000779479535484</id><published>2003-11-28T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T16:23:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>growing upi think that nowadays, the world seems to want to grow up so quickly.i don't understand why. also, in the process of growing up, i notice that some people turn down their noses at their childhood friends. what happened to their cute dolls and stuffed toys? i don't think it's childish or 'acting cute' to talk about them or wanting to do stuff that is socially labelled as 'childish'. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107000779479535484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107000779479535484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107000779479535484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107000779479535484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/growing-up-i-think-that-nowadays-world.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-107000660554272828</id><published>2003-11-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T16:03:59.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>teeth extractioni have just come back home from the dentist's. my two baby canines are now separated from my gums and will be forever. they are now cosily settled in a little plastic bag fastened by a green staple. may they rest in peace.let me describe the process of teeth extraction for the benefit of those who have never had the privilege of getting their teeth extracted.first, these two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/107000660554272828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=107000660554272828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107000660554272828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/107000660554272828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/teeth-extraction-i-have-just-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106991601720199180</id><published>2003-11-27T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:54:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for eng soonhey boy, take care of yourself in taiwan yah? no mummy to fuss over you and make your bed for you over there. try and find some cybercafe and we'll chat over the weekends...p.s.-don't forget my christmas and birthday presents!!!!! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106991601720199180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106991601720199180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106991601720199180'/><link 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loads of clothes...too bad i didn't fancy any of the slippers i saw. bum equipment is wonderful. i bought a skirt, a jacket, one sleeveless, one tank top and a t-shirt from there. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106985284768215620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106985284768215620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106985284768215620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106985284768215620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/shopping-with-mommy-needless-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106964996344177724</id><published>2003-11-24T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T12:59:52.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>motheri wish she could just leave me alone! whole day nag, nag, nag from morning til night. when i don't wake up, she already starts nagging. when i don't sleep, she nags again. there's no pleasing her.and when you tell her something that you don't like about her, she'll scold you and tell you not to be so rude. then she'll begin telling you all your little faults and in the end, you're at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106948689258433241</id><published>2003-11-22T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:41:59.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for yun qingi just read your blog and was really impressed by your writing. honestly, i thought it was very beautiful writing and it seemed rather 'soulful', if you get my drift. another word to describe your writing in your blog is 'inspirational'. or rather, to rephrase what i want to say, you gave me the impression that you were full of inspiration when writing your entries. very nice...i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106948689258433241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106948689258433241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106948689258433241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106948689258433241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/for-yun-qing-i-just-read-your-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106948094600822779</id><published>2003-11-22T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T14:04:30.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>debateokok...so i chickened out. but what the heck?! you can't blame me... i was supposed to be third speaker and i can't rebut for nuts!!!anyway, i got to scream at mr koh. of which i am feeling very ashamed now. well, i couldn't help it, could i? he sat in the seat i wanted. talk about spoiled brats. i made the very startling speech to him: hey! i was going to sit there! you ungentlemanly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106948094600822779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106948094600822779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106948094600822779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106948094600822779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/debate-okok.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106924640113830492</id><published>2003-11-19T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:53:45.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>math carnivalit was a pretty good experience.when we got to the poly, we saw some green aliens lining the path along the road. wonder what school they are from.since the test, give it its proper name: Mathematics Proficiency Test, was online, we had to get used to the programme. it was horrible. sheeni and i were groaning all the way...well, almost.needless to say, i didn't get into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106914207525285140</id><published>2003-11-18T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:54:58.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>derek's hairi'm beginning 2 fall in love wif derek's hair. it looks better and better each time now since that rehearsal on saturday.it doesn't look too long or too gelled...very nice...very nice.i like it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106914207525285140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106914207525285140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106914207525285140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106914207525285140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/dereks-hair-im-beginning-2-fall-in.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106907972441791101</id><published>2003-11-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:40:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>youargh...you're getting me hooked onto you. you're getting me addicted to you liao. sigh...no-one else can replace you anymore.and it's not funny lor...anyone got a cure for love-sickness? i need it...reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal bad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106907972441791101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106907972441791101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106907972441791101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106907972441791101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-argh.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106907911888114644</id><published>2003-11-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T22:25:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>matrix revolutionyesterday, a whole big bunch of us went out after church to catch matrix revolution. we of course missed the 7+ show, but we were able to catch the 8.40 show at plaza sing, which meant that the show would end at about 11 and i would get home before 11.45 with luck. it was a total miracle that my overprotective parents actually let me go out. i think they only let me because i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106907911888114644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106907911888114644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106907911888114644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106907911888114644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/matrix-revolution-yesterday-whole-big.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106881384920869151</id><published>2003-11-14T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T20:44:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shoppingtoday was pretty fun. after school, celeste and i met up with celena in pacific plaza where i bought a roxy wallet. whoopee! now i have no money to put inside it...hmph!we went to this floor which sold all kinds of furniture. i loved the chairs there...i can't wait to get my own house now. i'm gonna furnish my house with all those cool stuff. the dustbins were so pretty...haha...if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106881384920869151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106881384920869151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106881384920869151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106881384920869151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/shopping-today-was-pretty-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106862956871804428</id><published>2003-11-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:32:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deadi wish i could go to heaven. it would be the best place to relax, don't you think? go to heaven also can see God. where else can be a better place?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106862956871804428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106862956871804428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106862956871804428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106862956871804428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/dead-i-wish-i-could-go-to-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106862901104454415</id><published>2003-11-12T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T17:23:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bluei loathe wednesdays. i hate wedsnesdays. i detest wednesdays. i am going to have a piano lesson tonight and i'm not looking forward to it. i wish i could just stop piano lessons for this hols. can't anybody see that i need a very good break this year? we're not going to have any more breaks after december 31 yr 2003. just let us off this time...please. i really need it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106862901104454415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106862901104454415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106862901104454415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106862901104454415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/blue-i-loathe-wednesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106855546371174286</id><published>2003-11-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:57:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boredthere's nothing to do all day other than watch tv, go online, do homework (which i plan to use as a last resort) and bug the wake-robin. bugging the wake-robin makes me feel guilty cos i don't think it's studying enough these days. i think the wake-robin's turning into a pig.sigh.i'm bored stiff. oh wait...i'm happy! just remembered that after tong yi wu yan xia the show got another one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106855546371174286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106855546371174286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106855546371174286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106855546371174286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/bored-theres-nothing-to-do-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106851875565860521</id><published>2003-11-11T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:45:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looney tunesi am going to watch it. it's coming out next thursday. i have a person in mind whom i think would want to watch looney tunes: back in action.three actually. celeste, waikit and natalia.but celeste just said she didn't. so that makes two.i'm going to watch it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106851875565860521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106851875565860521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106851875565860521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106851875565860521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/looney-tunes-i-am-going-to-watch-it.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106851849527839774</id><published>2003-11-11T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:41:32.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kids do thestupidest shittituswhen he was a little boy, he ran out of the bathroom after his shower one afternoon stark naked. since the bathroom was next to the kitchen (in my old house at chua chu kang), my maid got a spectacular view of the male body parts. she couldn't stop laughing for days.rachel (me)when i was a little girl, i was always fascinated with lip-stick.so one day, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106851849527839774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106851849527839774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106851849527839774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106851849527839774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/kids-do-stupidest-shit-titus-when-he.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106851723650138650</id><published>2003-11-11T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T10:20:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guilty consciencei am a very naughty little imp.at this very moment as i type this, i am in the school library with nexa waiting for celeste so that we can go out to mos burger at taka and study chinese. and in order to do this, i have to pon my a-math class. sob sob. guilt is overcoming me...i can't bear this burden anymore...i must confess!sorry. i'm being a toot. but i'm sorry mrs chua...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106826203268392410</id><published>2003-11-08T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T11:27:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new additioni have recently discovered yun qing's blog while blog-hopping from kirsten's. why didn't you tell me you had one yun qing?well...your link is 'yarrow'...meaning 'battles to fight'.good luck for your battles, my friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106826203268392410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106826203268392410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106826203268392410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106826203268392410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/new-addition-i-have-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106826174151710024</id><published>2003-11-08T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T11:22:19.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterdayi went out with nana &amp; celly and met up with nexa later on. nexa and nana were looking for jobs at bee cheng hiang. haha. too bad the period of the work clashes with their own schedules. i'm seriously thinking of getting a job too. when we went to centrepoint, we went into this really cool shop which sold cute stuff and very very cool clocks. they were looking for more sales </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106826174151710024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106826174151710024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106826174151710024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106826174151710024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/yesterday-i-went-out-with-nana-celly.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106810299538077206</id><published>2003-11-06T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:16:33.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>birthdays torememberit's going to be van kang's birthday next monday. here's an early birthday greeting for you: HAPPY BIRTHDAY VKANG! there. i hope you're satisfied. a gentle reminder for you people...don't forget to get presents for miss kang junior (miss kang senior is ahem...you know who) or she'll lop off your precious little heads. my dad's birthday is coming up on the 13th of november..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106810299538077206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106810299538077206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106810299538077206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106810299538077206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/birthdays-to-remember-its-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106802967088275322</id><published>2003-11-05T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:54:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>billie-dog and the case of the missing toothbrushesit was a lovely summer day in the tropics of Singapore. the leaves were rustling in the breeze and the only music that filled the air was the high-pitched chirps of the pretty birds flitting around against a beautiful backdrop of blue sky.i set off to school and returned later that night. i never missed pinky* until i went to my bathroom at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106802967088275322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106802967088275322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802967088275322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802967088275322'/><link 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for bringing me to see my bad points.i promise that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106802822764185898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106802822764185898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802822764185898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802822764185898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/final-words-i-thought-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106802793588257714</id><published>2003-11-05T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T18:25:34.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new wordwaikit taught me a new word last weekend. it's 'prat'. he called me that and i asked him what it meant. he told me a prat was a sweet little princess who went around giving people diabetes. that liar. i got irritated cos he wouldn't tell me what a prat really was and he got a little 'sheeshed' (if you get my drift) because i got irritated because he wouldn't tell me what a prat really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106802793588257714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106802793588257714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802793588257714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106802793588257714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/new-word-waikit-taught-me-new-word.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106795762899732620</id><published>2003-11-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:53:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holding my tonguei don't need nor want another argument, least of all with you. but if you do want to know what's bugging me, give a call and we'll have a nice little chat. also, don't say anything which you're unsure of because the same thing might just be happening to you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106795762899732620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106795762899732620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106795762899732620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106795762899732620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/holding-my-tongue-i-dont-need-nor-want.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106795716159026900</id><published>2003-11-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:56:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note for eunicei'm not saying that you insulted my class, but i'm just replying to your little message in my blog. that anyone can insult any individual, but nobody should insult a class.there...got it now?also, sorry if i hurt your feelings. really am. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106795716159026900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>class loyaltylet me say something, i'm not pissed, but just want to clarify something with eunice.you can insult an individual...that's fine. but don't ever insult my class.it's kind of like a 'you can insult me but don't insult my parents' thing.got it now, eunice?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106766442357972727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106766442357972727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106766442357972727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106766442357972727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/11/class-loyalty-let-me-say-something-im.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106766415139410819</id><published>2003-11-01T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:22:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cluster arts performancelet me just start off by saying:SMSS...YOU ROCK!!!!!dance club, i never thought i'd say this, but i'm so proud of you. ignoring the split jumps, i must say the whole dance was perfect. your coordination was fantastic and kim, nice one-hand cartwheels. i hope the SMSS audience did our school proud by our enthusiastic screams. mrs lee better thank us for showing off our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106751663707059096</id><published>2003-10-30T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T20:23:47.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pissed offi'm damn pissed off today.so what if my class purposely got ourselves disqualified from the stupid PE dance competition? does that give you any right to say that we're losers? i don't think so. remember...2 can play at this game. if you can say that 3/5's a loser class in one category, your class can be called a loser class in another. just that i don't think some people deserve to be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106751663707059096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106751663707059096' 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this year, especially since nexa and i could giggle and gaze at glenn lim, the cute youth pastor. maybe i should have posed as a problematic kid in need of five-times-a-week counselling...too bad the guy's married already. but his testimony was really good. all his drugs and E.T toys and barbie dolls and "Ah Mui! Can i be your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106741288754296294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106741288754296294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106741288754296294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106741288754296294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/e-life-eternal-life-i-think-rew.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106741213767580339</id><published>2003-10-29T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:22:16.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>post-exam activitiesi think the post exam activities were pretty good this year. at least we didn't have to go to some coast park or other to pick up litter again. instead, we could do stuff like learn basic french, malay, cantonese, chinese, japanese or do hip-hop, street jazz dance or do quilt-making and cooking. the only failure was probably painting on cups. i mean, which nerd would actually</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106741213767580339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106741213767580339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106741213767580339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106741213767580339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/post-exam-activities-i-think-post-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106724004964162510</id><published>2003-10-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T15:49:08.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plea for morecould you all please please please pretty please with a gigantic cherry and loads of hershey's chocolate sauce and rainbow coloured chocolate rice and chopped nuts and whipped cream on top, please leave more messages in my chatterbox?just scroll down the sidebar and click on the link 'subjects click here to speak'. another window will pop up and then you leave as many messages as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106724004964162510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106724004964162510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106724004964162510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106724004964162510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/plea-for-more-could-you-all-please.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106723940581462779</id><published>2003-10-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T15:23:25.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>open housei think open houses are quite silly. on the morning of the 25th of October, Saturday, i went to school at 9.30 AM to realise that i only had to be there 2 hours later. right. see the consequences of not taking a consent form home when you should have? anyway, being early, i decided to tag along with two of my gym friends to the SAJC open house before returning to school. so, we got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106723940581462779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106723940581462779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106723940581462779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106723940581462779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/open-house-i-think-open-houses-are.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106723754526438993</id><published>2003-10-27T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T14:52:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lonelyi have solemnly resolved to mysef not to call my dear friend for at least 2 weeks in order for him to concentrate on studying for his upcoming A'levels. it's not gonna be easy, but i can do it, despite the temptation to pick the phone up and dial his number every half hour. so, to you who have to study, please study hard, ok? jia you...i'm behind you all the way...and please! don't study </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106723754526438993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106723754526438993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106723754526438993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106723754526438993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/lonely-i-have-solemnly-resolved-to.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106698457786730472</id><published>2003-10-24T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:36:46.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing to dothere's still nothing to do except go blog-hopping. so what did i do but think? billie-dogit was another lazy day after school and i was exhausted. dropping my bag on the floor, i scooped my little fluff-ball pet up into my arms and plopped him onto my conforter at the foot of my bed (which is strictly against the rules). then i flopped over and drifted off into a delicious sleep</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106698457786730472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106698457786730472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106698457786730472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106698457786730472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/nothing-to-do-theres-still-nothing-to.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106697963756098781</id><published>2003-10-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T15:13:57.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lifeat the moment, life sucks. it's so boring and i think i could get heat-stroke in about 5 minutes. there's absolutely nothing to do except laze around but i can't even take a nap cos it gets terribly warm after 2 minutes of tossing about between the blankets. happy deepavali.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106697963756098781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106697963756098781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106697963756098781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106697963756098781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/life-at-moment-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106692320089476951</id><published>2003-10-23T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T23:33:20.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thoughtsi'm feeling confused. all this crap running through my head. people telling me things that generate feelings inside me which i don't know how to describe. i wish life came with a manual which told you what to do when something happens, but then, life is pretty much an impromptu play, isn't it? i love to think. someone asked me what i think about. like i said above, i think about my day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106692320089476951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106692320089476951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106692320089476951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106692320089476951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/thoughts-im-feeling-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106647960939323263</id><published>2003-10-18T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T20:20:09.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just stufftoday, i woke up, telling myself that it was a saturday today. i was right, it was a saturday.i went to the orthodontist today...by myself...on a bus. now, don't gasp and act all surprised like as if though i have never been on a bus by myself. listen up waikit: I AM NOT PAMPERED!!!!! anyway, i was on the bus number 7, as i was going down to park mall where my orthodontist lives...i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106647960939323263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106647960939323263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106647960939323263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106647960939323263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/just-stuff-today-i-woke-up-telling.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106639001722204709</id><published>2003-10-17T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:26:56.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todayi woke up this morning thinking it was a saturday. i had to remind myself constantly throughout the day that it was not saturday. it was a pretty boring day, really. i watched two vcds: how to lose a guy in 10 days &amp; just married. i kept wondering how a gorgeous hunk like ashon kutcher could fall for a woman old enough to be my mother. man, what a waste...just like vincent and the pig.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106639001722204709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106639001722204709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106639001722204709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106639001722204709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/today-i-woke-up-this-morning-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106631611121418373</id><published>2003-10-16T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:55:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>telephone conversationsthere's probably one person whom i really enjoy talking to on the phone. if you know me really well, i like talking to guys on the phone cos they're seem more fun on the phone whereas girls are nicer to talk to in person. and to this particular person whom i like chit-chatting, yakkety-yakking with, I AM NOT FULL OF SHIT!!! (you should know who you are now)blue blood yes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106631611121418373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106631611121418373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106631611121418373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106631611121418373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/telephone-conversations-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106631553666650494</id><published>2003-10-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:45:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>silly silly silly sillytoday was the last day of exams. i felt so silly after my last paper when i jumped right out of my chair, punching my arms into the air. everybody was staring at me. oh well...i was happy, ok?i went out with celena, rini, kirsten and belda. we went to take neoprints. i had about 3 looks in all of them: retarded, silly or evil. some equally evil soul just told me that i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106631553666650494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106631553666650494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106631553666650494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106631553666650494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/silly-silly-silly-silly-today-was-last.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106622796362946854</id><published>2003-10-15T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:26:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jealousyjealousy is a strong feeling. at this moment, i can feel it seeping through my veins, spreading out in a radial pattern to the very edges of my soul. i don't like it. nobody likes it. i have to get rid of it before it destroys me completely. help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106622796362946854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106622796362946854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106622796362946854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106622796362946854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/jealousy-jealousy-is-strong-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106586496896610437</id><published>2003-10-11T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T17:36:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tuition with the cows...i mean the kaosi think i'm beginning to love tuition now. it's really fun. can talk crap, listen to crap and do crap. i love crap. i really do. i think kenny's crazy. not to mention gay. he's a crazy gay. i think he's wasting his money by coming for tuition. all he does is sit there and look around. sigh. some people ah...really nuts lor. i love tuition. today was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-10657979261580425</id><published>2003-10-10T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:58:45.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for a certain friend...hope you know who you areWe are standing at the crossroads And now it's time For you to go your way And me to go mine I will pray the Lord Will keep you safe Until the day I see your face again Chorus My friend We have been through so much And you have been my Godsend With your sure and steady love My friend You know I will be there If you ever need 'Cause</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/10657979261580425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=10657979261580425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/10657979261580425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/10657979261580425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/for-certain-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5724603.post-106528081629061964</id><published>2003-10-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:20:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for karl...againyeah...i do know jane and grace...they're both in celena's class for your info. and yes, i do get what you mean what you meant in my guestbook. wait...there's something wrong with that. let me just rephrase it: i understand whatever you said. right. there...isn't that much better? i'm brilliant... =)you got the flu?! and you came for tuition?! how could you?! princess here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/106528081629061964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5724603&amp;postID=106528081629061964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106528081629061964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5724603/posts/default/106528081629061964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlieprincess.blogspot.com/2003/10/for-karl.html' title=''/><author><name>princessrach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02510660915402541091</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
